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OOC: This is the Coup Thread; its going to start slowly with the Christians using this as an excuse to coup...muhahahaa

IC:
Solomon City, Teela, Western Province of Animarnia
8:00AM Animarnia Standard Time

A beautiful 15th century church standing tall in the city, its spire reaching into the clouds; its wonderfully pretty stained glass casting a rainbow of light onto the streets and within as people attend morning prayers. Inside people line the various pews. Teela as predominantly Christian area of Animarnia there are many, many people praying a 150 god loving souls.

The pastor is delivering his morning sermon when suddenly the church doors burst open and masked gunman wave AK-47's around firing shots into the air. "GET BACK!" one of them shouts in a distinctly Arabic tone.

Panicked cries come from praying people; these aren’t soldiers they're normal citizens; young men and women and the elderly. A woman screams as a ski-masked gunman guns down her husband in front of her eyes redecorating the delicate glass a fine red as his body hits the ground with a thud. The gun man levels his rifle at the back of the fallen mans head and fires another two shots to make sure he is dead. "GET BACK! You filthy infidels!" he shouts as the mans brain matter is now splashed across the 15th century floor.

The terrified citizens quickly shuffle to the back of the church; an elderly woman moves to slow and she is gunned down from behind her body laying face first as blood soaks through pooling under her as she dies slowly.

Abdul-Qahhar quickly set plastic explosives on the doors and booby-trapped the windows. "I am Abdul-Qahhar of the Muslim Brotherhood Alliance, we are taking this church in retaliation for the slaughter of our brothers and sisters in Tribekistan by you Christian filth" he said opening his overcoat to reveal a suicide vest packed with explosives.

"If you do no co-operate you will die, if you move to slowly, you will die, if you move to quickly, you will die, if you do anything to arouse our anger or suspicion you will die" Abdul-Qahhar spoke his accent was thick but his words very clear. "Allah has told us what we must do; if we must die so be it but know you will die with us to avenge our brothers and sister who died at the hands of infidels"

A large crate was carried across the room and placed between the pews it was army green and had several letters and numbers written on it in white. "If the infidels do not meet our demands; the sword of fire will claim the impure!" he shouted as he opened the crate to reveal what distinctly looked like a soviet era 40kiloton nuclear warhead.

Taking a key from around his neck he inserted into a control box and turned it clockwise; flipping several switches as lights turned from green to red; Abdul-Qahhar yanked out a dead mans trigger.

"This" he said gesturing towards the nuke; "is a 40 kiloton nuclear warhead; I die, the nuke goes off; I drop this; the nuke goes off" he said.

"Farid, Misbeh, dress some of the hostages as decoys" Abdul-Qahhar commanded.

The two masked gunman who were obviously Farid and Misbeh began yanking up several hostages and dressing them in ski masks, explosive vests and taping unloaded AK-47s to there hands as they set up pressure plates for them to stand on if they moved it would blow off there legs. The other hostages were tied with their hands behind their backs tightly using rope.

The bodies of the husband and elderly woman were thrown outside leaving a trail of blood behind them as the doors were resealed and then barricaded.


Lilica Capital Building, 8:15AM - AST
"Sir, Arabic TV started broadcasting this around half an hour ago"

A ski-masked man is seen on the television speaking in a thick Arabic accent: - it is Abdul-Qahhar. Several gunmen are standing around him also wearing masks; and in the background you can see several crates filled with weapons.

"I am Abdul-Qahhar of the Muslim Brotherhood Alliance, Crimson Jihad; these are our demands; the government of Animarnia will convert to Shari Law. The government of Tribekistan will detain and execute all Christians if they do not convert to Islam" he said his voice very clear. "If you do not comply we will detonate a nuclear device here in Animarnia" he said as the video panned over to show a packed up nuclear weapon then the video cut out.

"Gods, please tell me that isn't one of ours Sam?" President Friedman spoke turning to his staff.

"We haven't been able to determine the origin of the nuclear device yet sir but we don't believe it to be one ours but with over 78,000 war heads on file its going to take a few hours to confirm" Sam said from his position propped against the wall

"Assuming its not one of ours? Then who?" Jeffery asked to his long-term friend.

"Well there's many former nuclear states around; could be a Kraven Nuke; they had a large stockpile and their homeland was destroyed by AMF wouldn't be hard to smuggle one out. Then there is Kravania they had a large nuclear stockpile; other failed or invaded states are also a possibility. It could have come from anywhere sir" Sam said forlornly.

"My God are nuclear weapons so common that any tom dick and harry can get there hands on one?" Jeffery asked incredibly

"It would seem so sir" Sam said with a sigh.

"Do we know the yield of this weapon?" Jeffery asked.

"Well Mr President; we believe it to be in the range of 40 to 100 kilotons, an optimal surface detonation could kill 2 to 8 million people instantly; and a further 500,000 would die in the hours after the blast. After that your probably looking at 100,000 death from radiation sickness and long term exposure; so 9 Million is a top estimate at this time", Sam laid it on straight, he wasn't the kind of guy to mince words especially at times like these.

The President gagged and held his hand over his mouth; for a moment it looked like he might actually puke over his desk but managed to swallow it back down.

"Gods Sam"; Jeffery said standing and looking out of his office window over the tech city of Lilica; "How can you say that without throwing up?"

"Lots of practice Mr President; Lots of practice", the grey haired man ran a hand though his hair.

"Issue the alert" Jeffery said with a nod.

"Yes Mr President"; Sam replied as he left the office.

Animarnia Military Strategic Operations Command and Control (AMSOC), Classified - 8:18am

An old looking overweight general picked up the Red phone; his moustache and shaven head a seemingly stark contrast

"Yes sir" he said into the phone; "HOLY MOTHER OF MARY JEHOSNFAT!" he yelled down the phone almost falling off his chair as he put the phone down and picked up another phone this time black.

"This is General Carval; I'm issuing a bright boy alert, repeat a bright boy alert, this is not a drill"

Immediately a chain of events went into motion; the national defence forces were increased up to DEFCON 2; then the countries strategic nuclear deterrent was put on high alert and all law enforcement agency's were alerted to a "Bright boy" possibly on Animarnia soil. The next thing to happen was a satellite was re-tasked to begin radiological scans; any nuke not shielded would show up.

The monitors at the for front of the AMSOC command centre started to show back images of the radiological scans

"Sir, I'm picking up a Radiation signature in the North east of Teela province; its no where near any hospitals and all our nuclear sites are shielded" the young man said.

"Alright, bring up images from Oracle's imaging of the area on its last pass" the General spoke.

"Yes Sir" the man replied as he typed into his terminal quickly and the spy satellite imagery popped up on the screen next to the radiological scans.

"Ok, back track the area scans to show us the activity in this area" the general ordered

There was no reply but he knew his orders were carried out, as the images seemed to rewind and then play through showing a van pull up carrying a few large crates into a church.

"Dear god" The General spoke out loud as he reached for the red phone "Sir this is General Carval; Bright Boy confirmed"

"Yes Sir, I understand" he spoke into the phone before resting it back into its cradle

He looked over his staff momentarily. "Alright; get the National Guard to start evacuating people from the area and deploy tanks to the major highways to stop people going in; get in touch with local law enforcement and Alert General Smith at the Octagon" he ordered.

8:40am The Octagon
General Rosemary Smith was having a bad day; and when we say bad day I don’t mean ' oh the weather is a little bit chilly outside' we mean a BAD day. This morning alone the computer network had gone down; the DOD was on her back and the cafeteria was out of coffee. Everyone knew General Smith was CRANKY without her coffee. The Sandy Haired General knew her day was about to get worse when an army aid came rushing out of an elevator.

"Ma'am!" He said snapping to attention like a tree trunk into a stiff salute.

Never a Dull moment in the Octagon

"At ease" She said lazily returning the salute.

The Young aid quickly presented a red file to Smith marked with such labels as 'top secret' and 'eyes-only'. General Smiths Jaw hit the floor as she read the file from Southern command (SOCOM)

"HOLY CRAP!" she said pushing her way past the aid and into the elevator while picking her cell phone out of her pocket;

"Hello; is this line secure?"

"Good"

"I need you to collect the Chiefs now,"

"Yes I know its 5am, We have a Bright Boy Alert Confirmed"

"Thanks Kenny"

9am, Octagon Briefing room
Several Generals and Admirals sat around the long wooden table that was in the middle of the room these men and women make up the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Along the other side of the table sat the defence Minister; Vice president and Minister of Defence and other major members of the cabinet with the President at the head. On the walls were several large plasma screens showing large images of the footage broadcast on Arabic TV only just over an hour ago of the nuclear threat.

"As you can see; The Data currently shows the device to be clearly nuclear yield estimates put it into the 40 kiloton range; the footage shows several masked armed men. AIA operatives and satellite data tell us that the terrorists are in this church in the north east of Teela; and we have reports of a Black SUV pulling up at the scene and masked men unloading a large crate from eyewitness information; Licence Plates SG90GTX", General Smith began.

"The licence plate trace leads to a Richard Wsieman; who reported his truck stolen two days ago, what about this "Muslim Brotherhood Alliance?"

The plasma screen changed to show information on the Muslim Brotherhood; "the Muslim Brotherhood; the alliance of Shiite and Sunni Muslims outlawed in most civilised states due to there hard-line fundamentalism. Crimson Jihad have been a major playing in Islamic terrorism across the world an alliance between the two has led the Crimson Jihad with an opportunity to strike us here at home"

"The men were armed with assault rifles with a profile similar to the GGA G36 but from the media footage looks highly modified and they appear to be carrying Frag grenades on the right sight of there kevlar vest and a side arm. So we're probably dealing with highly trained and well equipped soldiers; the Crimson Jihad are trained and funded by several Islamic states so this is to be expected." Director Fisher spoke.

"Crimson Jihad are led by these men Abdul-Qahhar and Fiyed Al-Zawari; they've both been kicked out of virtually every terrorist organisation on earth; apparently they're brutal even by their standards. They formed their own group when the other terrorist factions became to warm and fuzzy for them"

"Crap; so they're likely to detonate that nuke?"

"Very much so sir, Martyrs to the cause"

A young man in an army powder-blue shirt came in holding a videotapes; "Sorry to interrupt" he said changing the plasma screen to a live news feed on the internet gunfire can be heard on the tape and masked men can be seen firing out of the church windows. A masked man was speaking into the camera while another held the same modified G-36 rifle seen in the last video this time against one of the hostage's head

'To the infidels of the Animarnian Government, to the Christian Filth that has raped and pillaged rightful Muslim lands; to every unclean infidel on this earth. We demand that the Animarnian police force cease fire at once to prove our resolve" Abdul-Qahhar said as he pulled the trigger killing the young girl outright no older than 15 and now lifeless after a single shot to the head.

"Holy shit" General Hayes asked

Someone on the feed yelled something in Arabic that translates to equal "Shit; the tank police are here! Swat is coming in! Swat is coming in!"

Saint Bridget Cathedral, Northeast Teela Province - Same time as the meeting
The wail of Sirens came like a bad conscience they couldn't shake; a number of black and whites pulled up outside the church their break's squealing. The officers drew there weapons as they arrived and used car doors for cover as several gun men broke some stained glass windows and started firing AK-47's and G-36's at the cars putting bullets into the metal of the vehicles. Several officers were killed in the cross fire another 3 taking rounds to the vest but alive.

The officers returned fire and there was an extended firefight between the radical gunmen and the police units. The two sides were still exchanging fire as SWAT arrived. The sound of gunfire ebbed and dyed down as SWAT teams took up positions and started to storm the church backed by the Tank police

Men in full combat gear started firing tear glass into the church and a brief change of fire ensured before a blinding flash; time seemed to stop momentarily before everything in a 5 mile radius was vaporised in a 40 kiloton nuclear detonation. The fireball consumed everything in its way and creating a destructive overpressure wave stronger than any hurricane blew buildings apart, houses were literally blown away and people that weren't incinerated crushed. A mushroom cloud started to clime thousands of feet into the air throwing up debris and dust. 8 million people had just be heated to 10,000,000 degrees in under 10 seconds and perhaps millions more exposed to lethal radiation and flash blindness. As an Erie silence descended over everything…

The Octagon
The President Wept uncontrollably as everyone else descended into silence none sure exactly what to say the president's cries and sorrowful weeping a stark contrast to the silence of the cabinet.

"Until the President has re-gained his composure; I suppose it falls to me to conduct his duties…" Rene spoke; even her cold exterior was shook up; Animarnia had never suffered a nuclear attack let alone nuclear terrorism. Her Sorrow soon gave way to anger however as she continued; "Put all our domestic and foreign bases on high alert; if anything remotely Arab comes within a mile of us shoot the fuckers" she ordered.

"Yes Ma'am" General Hayes said as he picked up the phone to issue the orders.

"Admiral, Recall the Alexia DeLèan Carrier group and tell them to take up station in the Sea of Animarnia; our peacekeepers working with Vetaka and our forces in TFS will remain. I want to start deploying the national-guard throughout the nation"

"Yes Ma'am" came the reply.

"Someone take President Friedman to rest until he can resume his duties"

The President was taken away; Rene now had the big chair but how long for would remain to be seen.

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Vetakan Defence Force Command Centre (VDFCC), Operational Command Room, Central Theeb, Vetaka, 12:00 Midday, Vetakan Central Time:

The Vetakan Defence Force Command Centre was a newly built Operational Command Centre for the Vetakan Defence Force utilizing the latest in Modern Technology it was the nerve centre of the Vetakan Military and rivalled such buildings as the Pentagon. Designed with both Defence and Architecture in mind VDFCC occupied an entire Street and was gated at either end alot like the UK's Downing Street.

VDFCC had offices manned 24/7 from each service of the VDF so VDF High Command was never to far from experts from the Army, Air Force or Navy. Altough each service had its own Commander the VDF itself was commanded by Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone whom was directly below the President in terms of Emergancy Chain of Command. Stones office was located within the Operational Command Room as a result he was never to far from taking control of the Vetakan Military. He was writing his general montly report for the Senate when his office door burst open and a Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service Aide came in:

"I am sorry to disturb you sir but thier is an urgent situation"

Pressing the Save button on his computer and looking up rather annoyed with a Frown Stone barked:

"Don't you VSIS Agents ever knock?"

Smiling the agent simply replied:

"Sorry Sir. But when you hear of the current crisis you will understand?"

"I see and if your wrong you owe me a pint" replied Stone.

Putting on his Jacket and reholstering his Pistol. Stone left his office and walked into the Operational Command Room and shouted:

"Ok I want a Briefing on this Urgent Situation"

The VSIS Agent bringing up Maps and other Screens began:

"Sir at 9am Animarnia Standard Time OBSAT Obersavation Satellite Alpha Delta 1 while repositioning Observed and has since confirmed a Nuclear Blast within the Northeast Teela Province of Animarnia. We dialled into the Animarnia News Network and its been confirmed although nothing is certain we understand the Blast occured via Nuclear Terrorism unofficial Animarnian News Sources are claiming the attack was carried out by a radical and very extreme Abdul-Qahhar of the Muslim Brotherhood Alliance. The Vetakan Security and Intelligence doesn't have much information wise on either besides a few pictures. All we know is that the guy is a nasty peice of work so nasty that VSIS and All Vetakan Law Enforcement have a Shoot to Kill Order on his File. Although information is still coming in we believe Abdul-Qahhar is now dead via the Nuclear Attack but that still needs to be confirmed the Vetakan News 24 Channel has only just recieved information so its only just breaking here. Our estimates show a possible death toll of above 10 Million."

Stone was shocked, quickly regaining his composure he began:

"My God. Do we have any idea of the size of the device? What assets do we have to deploy?"

"After reviewing the OBSAT Footage and be the size of the blast we estimate the device to be at least 45 kiloton. As for Assets the only sizable deployment we can make is the Carrier Group "Darkangel" the group has a combat force of 5,000 and two of hospital ships she is a good day or so away tho. She also is Special Forces Capable with 405 Commando Unit and 9th Scout Unit."

"Hmmmm ok. Divert Immediatly. Update the President and the Cabinet. Have Foreign Affairs Contact Animarnia and Keep me Updated on the Situation". Replied Stone

"Yes Sir" came the reply from the VSIS Agent.
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Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Animarnia Emergancy Command
From: VDF High Command Via Vetakan Foreign Affairs

Subject: Northeast Teela Province Nuclear Blast

Hello,

The Free Dominion of Vetaka has recently observed what we believe to be a Nuclear Explosion within the Northeasten Teela Province of Animarnia. As a trusted Ally of the Vetake we are somewhat concerned at the situation as Standard Protocal we have already diverted our nearest Carrier Group to Anmiarnia their current is ETA is 20 Hours. Can Vetaka be of assistance in anyway? What is the current situation?

Yours Vetakan Foreign Secretary Thomas Lewis

To: VDF High Command via Vetakan Embassy
From: Animarnia Emergency Command

We can confirm that there has been a nuclear detonation of at least 40 kilotons in Solomon city; SWAT response forces were moving in under local law enforcement command when a man claming to be Abdul-Qahhar of the Muslim Brotherhood alliance detonated the device; vaporising the city. Initial casualties are estimated at around 10 million and climbing an a 10 miles safe zone is in the process of being established around the detonation area and NEST teams are responding.

Naturally we've put all our bases on high alert and Vice President Shondel has issued a shoot on site order against any Arabs without security clearance coming near our bases at home and abroad. One of our Carrier Groups has been recalled and is on enroute but still 2 days out. Miss Shondel will be leaving with the President for the presidential strategic command jet soon though Miss Shondel will be acting as head of state.

At this time we need large quantities of Anti-radiation meds and as many triage centres for the exposed as we can as quickly as possible as we expect hospitals to be overflowing within the hour. Vetakan forces will be grated clearance we recommend you approach via the East Coast of Talim; Talim Naval base can re-supply you if required. Be advised it is unknown if Abdul-Qahhar or Fiyed Al-Zawari were killed in the detonation.

Golden Meadow City, Gendo

Even as Animarnia started to respond to the terrorist attack news agencies scrambled for any kind of scrap of information ANN started accosting Arabian Muslim men off the streets and interviewing them; Imam Muhammad Samir Zagawi amongst them.

"Mr Zagawi, as a preacher of Islam what's your take on the current situation?" the reporter asked

The Imam was dressed in a long white Imam dress and had a white hat; he was obviously Arab.

"I Believe that these people were simply acting out of there love for Islam; I believe that Animarnia has become too much of a secular country. That the only way for us to regain our morality and prevent such acts of aggression in the future is to impose Islamic law across the nation; and forbid all other religions"

"So you don't believe that these terrorists murdered millions of people? And that they are going to…whatever your people would call hell"

"Not at all" the Imam replied.

Many Muslims were interviewed on live TV; but not one would outright condemn the attack as murderous. Elsewhere in the city Miriam Godwinson was giving a speech.

"My Followers; believers of Christ! Believers of the lord; listen to the words of these people; listen to the hateful words; these are the words of the sinners; and the sinners must be punished! Let us cleanse these sinners from the world and let the Dark one Satan punish them for all eternity in hell"

Miriam's speech had also been broadcast via her own satellite TV Channel; all across the nation things were starting to hit the fan. As Christen followers of Miriam started to Clash with Muslims in violent riots racist slogans were chanted as Muslim families were taken from there homes into the street and shot one by one; the rivers running red with Arab blood. Men woman and children didn't matter; this was mass murder, indiscriminate genocide a cleansing of anything Arab. The people were angry and lashing out even those how didn't subscribe to Miriam's doctrine were going out and killing Arabs in retaliation for the attacks.

One street that forever will be remembered as the street of death; Arab bodies were strung up all down the streets hanging from the lampposts like Pinyatas dangling in the gentle breeze pools of red gathering beneath them staining the pretty sidewalks. Heads of men, women and children mounted on pikes and brandish as battle mascots as the large mobs went from street to street like locusts; mosques were burnt down with Muslims locked inside them there screams breaking the Erie silence of the night as they were burnt alive. Several Imams were burnt alive at the stake in the middle of town squares.

Law Enforcement tried to intervene all across the country but were overwhelmed by the sheer number of reports and they couldn't be everywhere and the national guard was deploying to Solomon City; everything was falling apart at the seems.

(OOC: Please note anyone reading I don't condone genocide; and right now it might look like I'm tacking pot-shots at Islam but I will take pot shots at all religions equally, no one faith is being singled out for death here)

Viconia City, Federated Union of Democratic Colonies
The Capitol Spire, Situation Command Centre
03:13, GMT -11

The Situation Command Centre was quiet, many of its terminals dark and unattended. A small number of people walked to and fro between the flickering displays and maps of the room, making their way through the long shadows cast by the massive flatscreens that adorned the walls of the cavernous command centre.

A few hushed conversations broke the quiet as a few men and women slowly gathered at one man's control console. The night watchers of the world for the Democratic Colonies, so used to the deadness of the night, were aroused from their waking slumber - something was happening.

One of the massive wall mounted screens was put to use as it showed the post-nuclear remains of Solomon City, Animarnia. The screen next to that brightened as it showed a looping recording of Abdul-Qahhar's televised demands.

The hushed conversations quickened and then suddenly fell silent as a single woman slowly walked back to her terminal, calmly sat down, and picked up a telephone.

Viconia City, Federated Union of Democratic Colonies
The Indianapolis Tower, Residence #1003
03:42, GMT -11

The room was dim, lit with a pale mix of colours as the lights of the city outside made their way into the Sir Neil Jaeger's bedroom. Jaeger himself was paying no attention to the lights outside, however, but had his attention completely captured by the woman who shared his bed this night, as she did many nights. He studied her breathing as she slept, watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. She was beautiful, an angel in the serenity of sleep... until the piercing call of a telephone jolted her awake.

"Neil? Are you there?" the woman mumbled as she struggled to awake.

"It's okay, stay in bed, it's just my phone," said Sir Neil Jaeger as he arose from the bed and made his way over to a nightstand. As the Foreign Secretary of the nation, he was not unused to calls in the middle of the night, although this was the first that had come in quite some time. The woman rose from the bed, stumbling in the low light. She watched as Jaeger spoke to an unknown voice on the other side of the conversation.

"Death toll? 10 to 15 million? Well, that's pretty bad, but it could have been much worse... yes, exactly my thinking... No, I haven't either, so it's not exactly our problem. Crimson Jihad? Well... Yes..."

As Jaeger continued to speak, the woman quietly gathered up her clothing and began to dress.

"Well, the Crimson Jihad... Yes, of course, I have the latest brief from Foreign Intelligence right here. Mohammed Khan Awabu... Wait, they're what? From lamp posts?"

The woman finished dressing and quietly slipped out the bedroom door and into the living room of the luxury condominium residence.

"Ms. Perkins," greeted one of the three men who stood stiffly in the living room, waiting for Jaeger. The woman, Ms. Perkins, was familiar with one of the men - he was Sir Jaeger's household butler. The other two men, however, she had not met before.

"What's going on?" asked Ms. Perkins, some concern in her voice. "Neil just got a phone call, it sounded serious."

"I assure you, my lady, that it is quite serious," replied the butler. "Foreign Secretary Jaeger may or may not be going to the Capitol Spire shortly, at his discretion, and so a vehicle and a mobile security detail have been readied for him."

"I see," said Ms. Perkins. "I, ah, suppose I should go then?"

Something in her intonation seemed to suggest that while her question was a simple one, it was not as straightforward as it seemed.

The butler, understanding her, deftly reached into his jacket and pulled out a money clip holding thousands of DCredits.

"I believe, Ms. Perkins, you arrived at the invitation of Sir Jaeger at precisely 9 PM tonight?" asked the butler.

"That's right," said Ms. Perkins, flashing a brilliant smile. "Neil... he usually gives me a bit extra though. Ten percent, usually."

The butler hesitated for a moment, before counting off and handing the attractive young Ms. Perkins a neat stack of bills totaling 3,400 DCredits - over six thousand US Dollars on the international exchange.

"Thank you," Ms. Perkins said pleasantly. "Please, tell Neil - "

She was interrupted as the bedroom door flung open, revealing the now suitclad body of Foreign Secretary Sir Neil Jaeger.

"Is my car ready?" he asked as he tied his necktie.

"A low visibility motorcade is waiting downstairs, Sir," came the immediate reply.

"Has Heather been paid?" He continued, rushing into another room to retrieve his briefcase.

"I'm okay, thanks Neil," came the reply from Ms. Perkins.

"Good, because I have to go," said Jaeger as he returned to his living room. He embraced Heather Perkins in his arms, resting his head on her shoulder and taking in the smell of her hair.

"Will you be here when I get back?" he asked.

"I have to be somewhere at 6 AM," she replied.

"With who? Don't you ever sleep... alone?" asked Jaeger, pulling himself away.

"I sleep plenty," replied Ms. Perkins, ignoring his first query. "I'm sorry, but I won't be here when you get back. I have to go. You know my number though, right Neil? You know I'm here for you."

"I know, I know," said Jaeger. "I know."

Jaeger was a whirlwind as he rushed from his home office to his bedroom to his coat closet, but within a span of minutes, he had prepared himself for an early start at a day's work. By 3:53, exactly eleven minutes after Ms. Heather Perkins the personal escort awoke from her nap, Sir Neil Jaeger the Secretary of Foreign Affairs was en route to the Capitol Spire.


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Official International Communique
From The Office of Sir Neil Jaeger, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Federated Union of Democratic Colonies
To The Office of President Jeffery Friedman, President, The Federation of Animarnia

President Friedman, I would like to express my personal condolences for the tragedy that has befallen your nation. My words may not bring much comfort to you or the others that this savage attack has affected, but it is with the deepest of sorrows that I write this letter to you.

The Federated Union of Democratic Colonies extends an open offer of assistance to the Federation of Animarnia, and asks what can be done to help in the areas affected by this nuclear detonation. Airbourne military personnel trained and equipped to provide medical care and security assistance in nuclear-affected areas, should you and your government wish, can be dispatched immediately.

I feel only the deepest of sympathies for the people of the Federation of Animarnia, but I must also voice my concern regarding the current civil unrest along religious lines that seems to be occurring. While anger and distrust are to be expected to a degree after an event as shocking as this, the current violence benefits no one and accomplishes nothing. I understand that civil unrest must be difficult to control at a time like this, but the violence must be contained and stopped as much as possible.

Finally, while I understand that the details are still arriving and the facts are still being discovered, I would like to inquire if there is any reason to believe an individual by the name of Mohammed Khan Awabu, a known senior member of the terrorist organization Crimson Jihad, was involved in this heinous attack against the people of your nation.

I, as well as all the people of the Democratic Colonies and all the free peoples of the world are wounded by this attack, and so we offer what assistance we can. As the people of the Federation of Animarnia struggle today to recover from this horrible deed, let them know that the spirit and the strength of the entire free world is behind them.

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Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel VDFNS Darkangel (Flagship) 100 Miles from East Coast of Talim of Animarinia:

The Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel was the newest of the Vetakan Carrier Groups and was due to form part of the Vetakan 6th Battlegroup when she was diverted to Anmarinia to support the Nation have a Nuclear Terror Attack. Still a good 12 hours away, The Fleets Admiral Katie Jones shifted nervously in her Command Chair she was worried somthing about this Mission did not seem right she generally just had a bad feeling about it.

She was half scared to death when her Operations Officer Spoke:

"Ma'am we are 100 Miles to the East Coast of Animarinia"

"Excellent Continue on Course. We are in range to begin Evac by Chopper of the Injuryed?" ordered the Admiral.

"Yes Ma'am" replied the Operations Commander

"Hmmm Ok Raise the Choppers and inform the Animarinia"

OBSAT Vetakan Message:

To: Animarinia Command
From: Vetakan Defence Force Carrier Group Darkangel

This is Admiral Katie Jones of the Vetakan Defence Force Carrier Group Darkangel we are currently 100 Miles off the Coast of East Talim we are now in range to begin Evacuation of people to our Mercy Hospital Ships by Chopper please advise?

<DARKANGEL OUT>

The Octagon
"Ma'am" an aide showed up carrying two folders one marked in diplomatic blue the other marked with eyes only red borders. "We've received a diplomatic message from the Federated Union of Democratic Colonies; it was caught in the system because we have no ties to them" the aid says passing the blue file over and Rene gave it a quick once over.

The Aid handed over the red file "Ma'am Christian Fundamentalists have started a nation wide riot; people are burning and killing anything Muslim; its starting to become anarchy out there"

"Alright; I want you to set up a military protection route along here, here and here" she said pointing to the map; "these will be our blood lines; Muslims will be taken by military escort to temporary housing camps under military protection until civil anger dies down"

"They won't like that ma'am" the aide replied.

"Tell them its either go to the camps or wait for the mobs to kill them. There choice; if they chose to stay the National Guard is given explicit orders to move on and leave them behind, we can't waist time saving one who doesn’t want to be saved when we can use that time to save ten others" Rene noted.

"Yes ma'am" the aid replied with a sharp salute and ran off.

Rene picked up the red phone; "Barry? Yeah I need you to move the senate they could be attacked"

"Yes I know there in session"

"Just do it Barry; that’s an order I don't care if they won't like it" she said hanging up.

Octagon underground Press Room
Rene stood behind the podium and sighed; the room was wooden with blue curtains hanging behind her with the seal of the president's office engraved on the podium. The broadcast would be live across the country.

"Ladies and gentleman; today we have suffered the greatest tragedy in our history; an act of nuclear attack on Solomon City; one of our national treasures of tourism and beauty in the north eastern province of Teela has been wiped out in the blink of an eye. Normally under such attacks I would tell you that your brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters had been avenged with a full retaliatory strike per the Alexia Doctrine the cornerstone of Nuclear Policy in place since Animarnia developed nuclear weapons under President Alexia DeLèan. In this case however that doctrine fails us; who do you retaliate against when the attacker has no state, No place to call home; do we retaliate against Muslims and Arabs as a whole? Do we retaliate against those that supplied the bomb or the money? Or those that agree with the attackers?" Rene spoke her voice starting to choke up but she pushed it down.

"These are questions many of you are asking yourselves; many of you are angry and want to lash out that is understandably but in doing so you only give the attackers what they want. I know many of you cry out for blood and you will get It but let it be as justice; not vengeance; let our response be measured and appropriate not indiscriminate and let us act as one. Let us speak as one nation; one mind, one body; one soul and one heart. One voice. Let us speak and act with unity" Rene spoke.

"With Unity; our anger becomes tempered with reason; focused and no power in the universe will stand against that. Let those who truly have something to fear from us know that when our wounds are tended we are coming for them; as one."

"Due to the rioting and violence along religious lines; On this day; I am invoking the Civil Emergency Powers Act. As acting head of state I am declaring martial law in all states across the nation for a period of three months from today at which time the decision will be reviewed by the senate, Please co-operate with our armed forces."

Rene left the stage. Flagged by armed guards even in this underground complex deep in the bowels of the Octagon she approached the joint chiefs "I want to know who these people are; who paid there bills; who provided that bomb an I want to know yesterday. Start issuing orders for the National Guard and the army to squash this violent uprising by any means needed." Rene ordered

"Yes ma'am" came the reply; "Ma'am under the circumstances we must ask that you and President Friedman leave for the HMS Storm bringer at once; the Capital could be the target of another nuclear attack. The Flagship of the fleet is the safest place for you and the President right now ma'am"

"Very well" Rene resigned herself to the fact that the cabinet wasn't going to let her stay in the capital but she was determined to return as soon as possible but before she left she had something to attend to' "Cindy; Draft up a diplomatic reply to the Democratic colonies"

To: The Office of Sir Neil Jaeger, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Federated Union of Democratic Colonies Via Animarnia Emergency Command
From: Vice President Rene Shondel, Acting Head of state, Office of President Jeffery Friedman,

We thank you for your support at this time of need; though we have put all our bases on alert and closed our borders your airborne medics will be allowed though; at the moment my top priority is the treatment of as many survivors in Solomon City as possible. We have enough Anti-radiation injections to save only a quarter of those exposed.

As I write this; my government is already taking steps to try and stem the violence on our streets. The Muslim and Christian rioters are only a small minority in our country totalling less than 10% of our population between them though as you can imagine with over 4 billion protestors they currently outnumber even our armed services and law enforcement but we are doing the best we can.

As for your Enquiry I am not currently at liberty to disclose such information pending national security concerns however Animarnia Intelligence leads us to believe that Crimson Jihad was involved. We thank you for your support at this time.

Rene Shondel
Vice President.



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Meanwhile At the Capital Building
The Senate Deliberation room
The Senate building was large and open; it oozed character in its wooden floors and hard oak covered walls. You could tell just by looking at it that it was old; the pre-civil war building had been renovated many times but the government and the senate in particular wouldn't re-locate; the architecture outside looked very Victorian with off-white archways and solid wood doors. The inside was oak and redwood with a ringed table around a circular open floor, which elevated upwards, like a roman coliseum with the speaker's floor in the middle.

Senator Edison Trent currently occupied the floor; "I put before you the document signed by the president," he said. Trent was a tall man with slightly swept back sandy blonde hair; he had a British accent and slightly pale Asian skintone. Animarnian's were odd like that; with 90% of the population of Asian and colonial decent. He held out the document in his hand for emphasis.

"THIS is nothing short of a declaration of war!" he said loudly.

"Mr Trent; you are aware as am I that any declaration of war would require the ratification of the senate in a majority vote. The stepping up of our national alert level is not a declaration of war by any means" Senator Alice Sutton spoke; the red haired young woman's voice had a slight German accent to it. Trent was a young senator and looking to make a name for himself.

"It is a peace keeping and Humanitarian operation" She said simply "All in favour?"

"AYE!"

"Against?" she added

"Nay"

"Motion passed"

Security personal quickly started to hurry senators out as a number of black cars were being moved into the front of the building under armed escort. With suited body guards wearing bullet proof vests and carrying DAC-99 personal defence weapons as side arms and Craven built CR-20 Assault rifles with under-barrel 40mm Grenade launcher. The Senators were being moved out from the capital building into the armour cars when suddenly two anti-tank rockets streaked across the sky from nowhere one hitting the forward car turning into a fireball and the other hitting the rear car cutting off escape. Masked fighters charged forward with G-36 rifles firing in the confusion. Several senators were gunned down as others ran for cover the security detail returned fired taking cover behind the remaining cars while the masked fighters took cover behind various objects including the fountain acting with military precision these were no standard Islamic fighters or mob rioters.

Lobbing Pineapple Fragmentation grenades over the vehicles cutting down the security detail as they covered the senate's retreat into the capital building. The masked fighters advanced back into the capital building clearing hallways with concussion grenades to take out security personnel some taking the time to pick up DAC-99's as souvenirs.

The Senate had retreated to the deliberation room and had barricaded the doors shoot with the last of the security detail watching the entrance assault rifles raised ready to shoot anything that came through. While the fighters were laying lots of C-4 Explosive in strategic positions in the capital building. As they blew the barricaded doors open and tossed in several fragmentation and concussion grenades decimating the senate and the last of the security detail. The masked gunmen executed the remaining senators with frightening efficiency before departing detonating the C-4 as they left the capital building went up in a brilliant explosion.

Octagon Heliport
the two transport helicopters took off escorted by one Apache gun ship no one had heard about the incident at the capital building yet; the first was carrier President Friedman and his family the second was carrying Rene and a detail of ASAS. When suddenly an anti-aircraft missile fired into the sky. The missile struck the presidents helicopter turning it into a fireball the pilot of the second helicopter showed excellent piloting skills as he dodged the falling fireball as another missile fired this time from a different direction. The pilot of the Apache putting his own helicopter between the Vice presidents and the missile essential taking the bullet and going down in a display of heroism.

A third missile came in and the pilot of the helicopter barely avoided it as it clipped the aircraft putting into a controlled crash; "Mayday, Mayday this is Citadel 2; going down, May day, Mayday. Citadel 2 going down"

Vetakan Defence Force Command Centre (VDFCC), Operational Command Room, Central Theeb, Vetaka, 19:00, Vetakan Central Time:

President Scarlet Rogers had been rather annoyed to be torn away from her Meditation within the Presidential Palace but accepted it when she was briefed as to why. As she rounded the Corner of the Corridor and approached the Double Doors of the Operational Command Room both sides of the corridoor was guarded by heavily armed Vetakan Guardsman as reached the doors she respectfully saluted and entered the room. The Operational Command Room was now full of people running round. HD Screens and Radar Screeens where alive with activity showing two situations in particular the ongoing crisis in Hamilay and the even bigger crisis in Animarnia one of Vetaka's cloest allies.

As President Scarlet Rogers entered the room she came to a halt and sat at a large table which was full of Generals, Admirals and Politicians the Vetakan High Command was at meeting as Scarlet Sat down she began:

"Ok give me an update on the Animarnia Situation?"

"Its Critical Ma'am. I recommend we move to DEFCON 2 ASAP. Animarnia has fallen into total anarchy. Although Media Broadcasts are scattered from the Animarnia News Network its safe to say that the nation is in total full scale rioting. The Christians blame the Muslims and well everybody is running around with Guns. The Animarnian Population outnumbers its Military, Law Enforcement and Reserves. The Place is desending into hell on earth. Our Embassy in Animarnia has initatied a Red Alert and is beginning Emergancy Evacuation." informed VDF Supreme Operational Commander Stone while showing Pictures and Videos.

"Go to DEFCON 2. Update our Fleet and Evacuate the Embassy as quickly as possible. Get me Rene ASAP I am some what worried about her". ordered Scarlet.

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Animarnia Command
From: Vetakan Central Command Centre

The Free Dominion of Vetaka is extremely concerned regarding the ongoing Civil Unrest. As far as we can see the situation is at breaking point our Fleet is still 100 Miles or so away. We are Evacuating Vetakan Embassy Staff Out of Animarnia ASAP we would also be able to Evacuate The Animarnian Presidential Cabinet to the Fleet. The Fleet has Special Forces so Commando Evac will not be a problem.

What is the current Situation Evac on the ground?

VDF Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone.

Vetakan Embassy, Animarnia:

The Embassy had initiated its Red Alert Distress Beacon 2 hours ago. After the Embassy Secruity Detail had been fired upon by Rioters. Standard Vetakan Diplomatic Emergancy Protocal stated that the Ambassador had the power to authorize Emergancy Evac without the consent of the Federal Govenment in Theeb. As such the Embassy Staff whom by now where all dressed in Full Riot Gear and wore Helmets where quickly running around burning files and smashing up anything that could be taken.

In total their where 30 Vetakans within the Embassy. 20 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman trained in Urban Conflict, 9 Diplomatic Aides whom where trained in Small Arms and 1 Ambassador. Although the Vetakan Embassy was totally enclosed in its own Compound Vetakan SIS in Theeb had authorized its people to shoot to kill if overun. It was now just 30 Minutes until the Evac Choppers Arrived and all within the Embassy could not be happier to be leaving. It was only then that the Red Phone within the Embassies Security Phone Began to ring. VDF Diplomatic Guard Captain Andrew Carter:

"Carter Here" spoke a Carter

After Listerning Intently he spoke:

"Do you reqiure a Guide Sir?" replied Carter

"Of Course Sir"

Putting the Phone down Carters second in Command Sargeant Lewis asked:

"Who was that?"

"Sorry Lewis. Thats Classified."

Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel VDFNS Darkangel (Flagship) 50 Miles from East Coast of Talim of Animarinia:

The Bridge and the Operations Room of the Darkangel was now a mass of activity things had dramatically tumbled into total anarchy. Admiral Jones replaced the Red Phone in its Stand before turning to her Operations Commander:

"The Situation is now Critical. Theeb has gone to DEFCON 2. Reinforcements are inbound. Form into Attack Formation. Launch Defensive Air Patrols around the Fleet Now. All Ships to Amber Alert move to Pre Battlestations. Special Forces ready. How long till the Embassy Evac arrives?"

"Yes Ma'am. Embassy Evac in 25 Minutes. Ma'am if I may why are we going to Amber Alert and to Battlestations? That is standard Military Protocol for when a Naval Fleet is directly threatened by a Hostile Enemy Fleet. This is just Domestic Unrest?"

"Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service have reason to believe the Situation has developed into a Coup."

OOC: I hope you dont mind the Red Tide Mafia trying to take advantage?

IC: The Red Tidean freighter slid into dock at the Muslim-majority port town in Animarnia. The freighter had papers with a small import/export company in Red Tide. The freighter was waving the Red Tidean flag... unfortunantly for Animarnia they were not here to sell Red Tides number two export item, that is Vodka, but Red Tides number one export item: Weapons.

The company owning the freighter was actually a front company for the Red Tide Mafia. They were not very kind folks, to say the least.

Anyways, the Mafia had worked out a deal with the Muslims... cash for arms. Right now, the Captain was heading down to meet with a Muslim representative, who presumably had the money. Several Mafia snipers, armed with Dragunov Sniper Rifles and SA-18 handheld Surface-Air Missiles, kept watch from the rooftops.

OOC2: Im letting you play the muslim representative.

Somewhere Umi; Animarnia
(Yes I watched Black Hawk down one too many times)

The Military Blackhawk helicopter started to spin out of control; "Mayday, Mayday this is Citadel 2 going down"

"Chad, Cut the engines and being auto-rotation; see if you can restart the tail" the pilot commanded his co-pilot 'Chad' as the helicopter started to come back under control but not enough as they made a hard landing skidding several meters and crashing into a store front window. Blood splattered the cockpit glass where the pilot had been smushed against it like a human pizza during the crash; the co-pilot was alive but shattered glass had stabbed into his abdomen and he was bleeding. One of the ASAS soldiers was dead; the other five descended the crash site and established a perimeter. Rene was alive but had also been injured in the crash her side was bleeding staining her white blouse.

"Carla what's the VP look like" the squad leader Henry enquired quickly still looking for any threats from the sight of his CR-20. Calling operators by their first names was standard practice in the ASAS; there was only one rank as far as operators were concerned.

"Fuck Boss; she looks bad, maybe a punctured lung " Carla replied; Carla was a stunningly beautiful woman or was when she wasn't covered in blood and dirt; she was also trained as a field medic for one of her patrol skills.

"Can you treat her?" Henry asked; Henry was bald a seasoned soldier.

"Yeah; I can; not gonna be pretty though"

"Fuck pretty; just get it done"

With that Carla ripped open Rene's shirt exposing the bloodied wound and Rene's lacy bra for all to see; she started to drain off the blood from the punctured lung and patch her up. The sound of gunfire and rioters could be heard in the distance getting closer.

"Shit; can she be moved? This position isn't holdable"; Henry asked.

"I wouldn't recommend it; not without a stretcher" Carla replied; "she'll need 3 weeks in hospital as is to recover from this"

"Alright; Tim; Nate you go rig us a stretcher as fast as you can and bring it 'ere; Gary and me will watch out for anything hostile" Henry ordered.

Octagon Emergency Command Room

General Carval having transferred from southern command on the first available flight to the capital read over the diplomatic message from Vetaka. He wasn't as trusting of the altruistic motive as the Vice President but her last orders before leaving were to Trust the Vetekans; a good soldier always obeys his orders; he started to draft a reply.

To Jonathan Stone
From: General Frank Carval

The situation is under control; the military has begun mobilising to our streets to try and stem the civil unrest-taking place. We are able to fix our own problems Mr Stone. The President and the Vice President has already been evacuated to an undisclosed location and should be arriving there soon. We ask that your rescue helicopters focus on treating those exposed to radiation as quickly as possible. Talim Naval base will re-supply you with fuel as needed.

The general finished the message; just because he was told to be co-operative didn't mean he had to be polite.

Port Kusranada; Gendo
{OOC: Sure, may lead to war later though when we get back on our feet my people are going to lash out at pretty much anyone found to be 'harbouring' terrorists whoever ends up in charge but thats part of the fun of NS)

A Man in green combats flanked on either side by armed gunmen approached the Mafioso; he was wearing a bullet-proof vest and carried a G-36 assault rifle. His hair was wavy and he had a scar down his left cheek. "You have the merchandise?" he asked his Arabic accent was thick and heavy as one of his aides carried two black suitcases with an assault rifle hung around his neck loosely by a strap.

Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel VDFNS Darkangel (Flagship) 15 Miles from East Coast of Talim of Animarinia:

The Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel had now finally arrived on scene off the eastern Coast of Animarinia. Needless to say Admiral Katie Jones was somewhat worried as she arrived she had received information from Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service (VSIS) that their was a chance the Animarinia unrest could turn into a full scale Coup as such she was to be careful.

She observed the OBSAT Maps and Screens before turning to her Operations Commander and beginning:

"Continue as ordered. How are the Casualty Evacs Going? And What of the Embassy Evac Situation?"

"Embassy Evac is almost Complete. Casualty Evac is very grave. We just dont know where to Evac People From. Everytime our cews land they are either overun with injuryed and are forced to withdraw or attacked by Rioters." replied the Operations Commander,

East Coast of Talim:

The Vetakan Navalhawk hovered Overhead looking down on the Coast all the crew could see was devastation and rioting the flew around trying to find a place to land eventually the Pilot radioed:

"Attention all this is Vetakan Medi Flight Bravo 1 we are currently over the east coast on Vector 239. Talim Naval Base do you read? Can you inform us of where is best to pick up injuryed without being overrun? Local Law Enforcement do you read? Does anybody copy us?"

Port Kusranada; Gendo
{OOC: Sure, may lead to war later though when we get back on our feet my people are going to lash out at pretty much anyone found to be 'harbouring' terrorists whoever ends up in charge but thats part of the fun of NS)

A Man in green combats flanked on either side by armed gunmen approached the Mafioso; he was wearing a bullet-proof vest and carried a G-36 assault rifle. His hair was wavy and he had a scar down his left cheek. "You have the merchandise?" he asked his Arabic accent was thick and heavy as one of his aides carried two black suitcases with an assault rifle hung around his neck loosely by a strap.

OOC: Sure, even though the Red Tide Mafia does this kind of stuff without Red Tide Goverment knowledge.
IC: The Captain nodded, speaking in his rather good Russian accent.

"Da... everything requested. I believe this was the list:"

He pulled out a sheet of paper: "Twelve-hundred Ak-74s, nine hundred RPG-29s, six hundred Ak-101s, two hundred AT-14s, fifty SA-18s, and four BTR-80 APCs. Plus assorted ammunition."

A moments pause...

"As agreed, you will pay a million here in cash and the rest will be wired to this account after we finish unloading." He said, taking out a slip of paper and handing it over to the muslim.

Heading to the edge of the Solomon 'safe zone'
Major Joe Kramer was sat in the back of a Humvee while a convoy of M1A3 tanks, 5-ton trucks, Jeeps with mounted 50cal's and other Humvee's followed behind; the radio operator handed a headset to Kramer; "Sir; Veteka on the horn routed Via Talim Navy base"

"Alright" Joe said putting the headset to his ear

"Bravo 1This is 31st National Guard Unit just west of our position' we're on route to secure a landing zone just south of Solomon. Emergency command has ordered a shoot to kill policy if rioters directly threaten you; land at co-ordinates 6576625 and we'll meet you there; were 20 minutes out that area is pretty secluded from the rioters giving us time to set up a security perimeter. The 42nd and 40th National Guard units are setting up another 2 secure LZ''s on either side of Solomon City where wounded will be brought and Evacuated" Kramer said; "Over"

Port Kusranada
(OOC: of course; but we just been nuked people aren’t going to really care if your government was in on it just as long as somebody pays in blood)

"Yes that is satisfactory; Fiyed go check on the merchandise and make sure everything is in order while I pay our friends" the man ordered. As the shaven haired man departed towards the crates.

The unnamed Muslim Man obviously in charge took the cases off Fiyed and put them on a nearby shipping crate opening them to show the cash. "1 million in Cash as arranged"

Downtown Umi
Tim and Nate returned with a make shift stretcher which was nothing more than a shopping shelf bounded with rope to two lightweight steel poles for ease of carrying. "Boss; one stretcher as ordered; I doubt it'll win any prizes but it'll do" Tim said as the two soldiers put it down next to Rene and Carla

"Carla; go check on the Co-pilot; Tim; Nate, move the VP carefully onto the stretcher" Henry ordered quickly

"Yes boss"; all said.

Carla quickly shifted around the Blackhawk wreckage to check on the co-pilot; "He's brown bread boss; bleeding out; glass fucked up his guts nothing I can do but put the poor bastard out his misery" Carla said bringing her CR-20 to bear.

"No; You go; if any of those bastards come; I'll take as many of them with me as I can, I'm dead anyway right; might as well make it mean something" the Co-pilot 'Chad' yelled and Carla looked at Henry for orders.

"Alright; Carla; give him your side arm and some C4" Henry ordered

"Yes boss" she said quickly upholstering her DAC-99 and handing it to Chad along with a block of C4 and a detonation switch. As Carla moved around the other side of the wreckage Tim and Nate had loaded Rene onto the stretcher and they started to move out towards a nearby building as fast as they safely could carrying the injured VP.

IC: "Spasiba..." The Captain said, "The guns and missile launchers we can off load using that crane."

He pointed to a medium sized crane in the center of the freighter.

"We'll need a large port based crane to unload the two containers with the BTR-80s." He continued, "Once that is done, we can be on our way."

He then seemed to remember something. "Oh, and we have a Capo* in the capitol, if you need anything more from us and have the cash, check with him. I can only give you his address."

He dug out another slip of paper from another pocket and handed it to him.

Fiyed would find himself followed by a Mafia thug who had his Ak-74 on safety, but would find the containers filled with the merchandise requested. Although, some of the containers were filled with cheap woodworks. A sailor who knew a bit of English would later explain this:

"We have to export something legal."

OOC: *Capo=Mafia Lieutenant, basically.

OOC: Animarina could the VP make it to the Vetakan Embassy? I intend to insert a Few Commandos to occupy the Embassy Grounds and to hold it as a Capital LZ. Is that ok?

Vetakan Embassy, Animarina:

The Vetakan Embassy had begun the Evacuation Procedure 2 Hours ago and the Embassy Staff had now burnt all Sensitive Documents and secured everything they could in the Secure Vault that had until recently contained the Armoury and the Riot Suits. Now all the Staff and the Guards wore the Riot Gear and the Bullet Proof Vests and Helmets. Although the Vetakan Embassy was contained in its Compound the VDF Diplomatic Guards were taking no Chances The main Gate had been Barricaded with the Embassy Vehicles the Embassy Itself had been Barricaded with Tables Chairs and Internal Doors. On the Roof of the Embassy two VDF Guards kept a look out watching the city around them decsend into Anarchy.

The Embassy Staff all sat waiting for the Evac Choppers to Arrive. Although the Embassy had VDF Guards all Diplomatic Staff where trained in basic firearms and all had now been issued with E-57 Service Pistols. All they wanted to do was leave this now hell stricken nation. In the Security Control Room the VDF Guards led by Troop Captain James Carter observed the CCTV watching for any possible threat at the Embassy Walls. As they watched the Phone Rang Carter answered it was of course the Vetakan Command:

"Carter here?"

After listerning for a while Carter began:

"Of Course Sir. Ill Stay" replied Carter

Replacing the Phone he turned to his Troops and began.

"Theeb is inserting Commandos to hold the Embassy as a possible Capital LZ. As a result I will be staying behind.

Before anybody could reply the short range radio burst into life. It was the Evac Choppers:

"Embassy Control. This is Evac Flight ETA 2 Minutes get ready."

With that the VDF Guards got all the Embassy Staff and the Ambassador into the Enterance Room and prepared. At precisely 60 Seconds before 10 Guards ran out and secured the Compound one last time before setting off a Flare. Suddenly 5 Choppers had appeared 2 Chinooks and 3 Apache Gunships as they landed upon the Grass out of one ran 17 Men followed by a number of Boxes, the Embassy Staff ran into one Chopper. The Ambassador and Carter first of all ran to the Flagpole and lowered the Vetakan Flag while saluting it once this was done the Ambassador and Carter Shook Hands and the Ambassador boarded the Chopper soonly followed by the rest of the VDF Guards.

The Troops and Staff wavied at Carter as he spoke with the newly inserted Commandos and Vetakan Scouts. The Choppers rose from the ground high up into the clouds and sped away.

Carter turned to the newly inserted Commandos and spoke:

"I am Captain Carter who is in Charge here?"

East Coast of Talim, Vector 239:

On hearing the Reply. The Crew of Medi Flight Bravo 1 where very relieved:

"Roger that 31st National Guard Unit. Moving to Co-Orindates ETA 10 Minutes we will remain in the Air until you arrive. Advanced Guard Flight Alpha 2 is inbound now. Their ETA is 15 Minutes. Flight Alpha 2 has Troops and Doctors so we can begin building up our Aid Force. We also have a number Fighters and Attack Choppers in the Air. Advise your forces to switch to Opern Frequency 102.67 to call Open Air Support. Switch to Open Frequency 102.68 to call upon Rapid Response Re-Inforcements or Extraction. Bravo 1 Out" replied the Pilot.

40,000 Feet Above Sea Level,
Six Hours From Animarnian Airspace

The sound of the aircraft's engines was audible even deep inside a military Airbus A380's cargo bay. It was a low rumble, a steady drone that in turn lulled one to sleep or kept one awake, varying from person to person. It was the sound of 4 engines, of 280,000 pounds of thrust, multiplied 50 times by 50 aircraft. It was the sound of two divisions of the Federated Army Airbourne, albeit not in complete form - while two Federated Army divisions would normally have a combined total of 40,000 personnel, the particular two divisions in this case were traveling without most of their members. Artillery, light armour, electronic warfare - everyone but parts of the medical, military police, support, JAG and command elements had been left behind, for they would be of limited use in the post-nuclear ruins of Solomon City.

The stripped down airbourne divisions en route to Animarnia numbered only 10,000 men and women, the only weapons among them DCP-101 (http://z13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=3022&hl=) sidearms and the the heaviest vehicles among them simple Humvee transports ambulances. The force from the Democratic Colonies bound for Animarnia was not expecting nor equipped for any combat, and had been instructed to attempt to avoid entanglement in the ongoing civil unrest in Animarnia that hopefully was more subdued in the areas surrounding post-nuclear Solomon.


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Official International Communique
From The Office of Sir Neil Jaeger, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Federated Union of Democratic Colonies
To Vice President Rene Shondel, Acting Head of state, Office of President Jeffery Friedman, Federation of Animarnia

It was with the greatest haste that my nation has assembled a task force to assist the survivors of Solomon City. At the present time, a unit of 10,000 minimally armed military personnel, primarily medical, are en route via 50 unarmed Airbus A380 transport aircraft. In addition to their expert medical care and knowledge of radiological treatment, they bring with them medical supplies and equipment that will help bring relief to the people of Solomon City.

The task force, while military in nature, is equipped only with sidearms as defensive armaments, and is not equipped with any armed or armoured vehicles as a of gesture of good faith to the Government of the Federation of Animarnia. The forces of the Democratic Colonies arrive in Animarnia not as a hostile combatant force, but simply as a humanitarian group.

Due to the continuing civil unrest in other parts of the Animarnia, I would like to request on behalf of my government that our task force be permitted to parachute directly into the outskirts and surrounding areas of Solomon City, and thus avoid the violence currently occurring in urban centres. With your approval, our current plan of deployment is the parachuting of all 10,000 personnel as well as their attached medical supplies and equipment in a ring around the greater Solomon City area, with small individual units breaking off and providing medical care for designated sections semi-independently of the larger task force. As the situation stabilizes, we intend to gradually tighten our task force's dispersed ring and draw closer and closer to ground zero, administering aid as needed.

I and my government remain open to suggestions on our proposed plan of action for our task force, but believe that this would be their best utilization for the welfare of the survivors of Solomon City.

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40,000 Feet Above Sea Level,
Five Hours From Animarnian Airspace

Colonel Byrne shifted in his seat. Although the seat wasn't particularly uncomfortable, especially for one aboard a military transport, he had been sitting down in this seat for so long that he'd begun to question if he'd ever get back up. A career officer at the age of 47, remaining in a single seat for hours on end wasn't quite the thrill it used to be.

Byrne, as commanding officer of the task force bound for Solomon City, had established something of a miniature office for himself as he examined the hastily thrown together intelligence reports that had given to him. The office, of course, was simply a particularly quiet section of deadspace between a cargo pallet and the fuselage wall, but it was enough for him to work with.

"Colonel, sir?" came the voice of his aide. "Major Hartley is here to see you, sir, if you have a moment."

"Send her in, please," said Byrne as he eased his laptop computer shut and rested it on the floor.

"Major Hartley," said Byrne as the helmeted, bodyarmoured figure of one of his chief officers presented itself. "Aren't you a little overdressed for the interior of an Airbus?"

"Just getting into the mood of things, sir," replied the much younger Hartley with a grin. "I see you've made a little den for yourself back here."

"Hey, don't knock it," said Byrne with mock seriousness. "I stick up a recruitment poster on this cargo pallet, maybe a calender, and this is about as good as my office back at the base."

The two officers, long time friends in spite of their age difference of two decades, shared a chuckle as Byrne leaned back in his seat.

"So, Major, what can I do for you?" he asked.

"Well sir, if I might be so forward, sir, I have a question," began Hartley.

"Is it about why we only have sidearms and Humvees?" asked Byrne.

"Well, yes, sir. It is a source of great concern for me, us going into an operational zone in this state, even if it only a humanitarian mission."

"To be honest, it is a bit worrying for me as well," said Byrne, "but really, it's not too complicated once you think it through. On one level it is a political gesture, yes, but on another level... well, think: what did they teach us to try to avoid back at Command School?"

"Well, a lot of things, sir," answered Hartley as she thought. "Civilian casualties, unnecessary damage to civil infrastructure... mission creep?"

"Mission creep!" repeated Byrne, nodding. "Mission creep is what we are trying primarily to avoid by leaving our combat elements behind, Major. Fully outfitted and manned, these two divisions would have 40,000 personnel on hand, fully equipped for combat with light armoured vehicles and long range rocketry. The idea of us wading into the mess that is the current civil unrest and religious violence in Animarnia to try to clean it up, try to contain it, would no doubt be pushed by the media, by the international press, by some members of the Legislative Assembly, maybe even by the Animarnians, and as soon as you know it, what started as a humanitarian operation ends up with us running around in urban warfare, going door to door in what already isn't our problem in what would undoubtedly be an extremely expensive addition to an already expensive operation. Would it feel good? Damn right, it would feel good. Would it be expensive, risky, and poorly advised? Damn right on those counts too.

Major Hartley, nodded, understanding, but perhaps not quite agreeing.

"Our minimal armament, our lack of our combat elements, forces us to remain on a humanitarian operation and only a humanitarian operation, and shields us from media and Legislative Assembly calls to do more," continued Byrne. "That's the real reasoning behind our equipment, as far as I can figure."

"Makes perfect sense, sir," said Hartley, but as Byrne looked at her face, he could tell she had another question.

"Sir, what if the area around Solomon City isn't as pacified as we believe?" the Major asked. "We don't want to become involved with the civil unrest, but what if we have no choice?"

"We still have our sidearms and body armour," said Byrne, only partially confident. "I said our equipment for this op was designed to prevent mission creep - I didn't say it was a good idea. In any case though, we aren't expecting any real security-related issues in our area of operation, and even if we do encounter a few stray violent Animarnians here and there, I'm sure we won't have too much trouble putting him or her down. We're talking about a post-nuclear strike zone here, the people, if they've got any damn sense, won't be killing each other because they have got more important things to worry about."

Downtown Umi

The ASAS team ran with the VP secured on the stretcher hearing several loud pops of automatic weapons fire form the DAC-99 then a very loud bang of the C-4 going off; "Christ on a cracker" Tim yelled.

"Where the hell are we going boss?"

"Away from the gunfire" Henry replied; Henry and Gary were on Point while Carla was picking up the rear guard and Tim and Nate were carrying the stretcher. "Where the hell are we?" Henry asked quickly.

"Morrigan Street" Carla replied noticing the sign.

"The Vetekan embassy is just a few streets over from here" Henry replied.

"You think we can make it?" Carla asked; "if we can they may have a doctor; goddess I wish we had a working radio other than the short-range stuff in our helmets" Carla spoke.

"Hey Tim; you think you could rig the radios to transmit to the Vetekans there pretty close to here?" Henry asked.

"Sure boss but I'd have to put sleeping beauty here down to do it", Tim replied quickly.

"Ok; Gary take over for Tim; Tim you work on the radio" Henry ordered as they travelled street to street.

Outskirts of Solomon Safe zone
The national guard started to establish a defensive perimeter with the humvees and the tanks forming a circular guard with the trucks in the middle; once everything came to a stop they started to unload troops and equipment over 2000 national Guard and accompanying field medics were setting up. The Vetekan helicopters hovered overhead

"Bravo 1 this is Charlie-Tango 31st National guard your clear to land; frequency's acknowledged; if you need some Harrier support just give us a bell and we can sent a squadron to help you boys out". The harriers having been transferred to the National Guard when the airforce and navy switched to the F-35 JSF for its primary VTOL support aircraft.

Port Kusranada
"Jana you get working on unloading everything" the man ordered with a grin. As Jana ran off to start lifting off the heavy crates; "Everyone needs a legitimate business"


---FLASH ACTION MESSAGE TO DEMOCRATIC COLONIES ---

CLEARANCE FOR PARA OPERATION - GRANTED - STOP-
PROCEED AS NECESSARY -STOP-
SHOOT TO KILL CLEARNCE IF ATTACKED - GRANTED -STOP

- END -

-Council of 13-
"Confirmation?"
"Yep."
"Holy mother of..."
"I want everything, pull out from any NN engagements I want them on a redeployment to Animarnia and I want them there yesterday!"

Message from the Lone Alliance to Animarnia:
We can have a full airborne division within your nation in 6 hours, we can have the current naval force in within 2 days. In the meantime our Embassy will provide whatever back up we can give, if there are any others within the nation that we can work with give them our address.

-Lone Alliance Embassy-
(Damn it's not a good day to be part of the TLA Embassy program)
"I want everyone armed RIGHT NOW!" The building commander, James Knight shouted as civilian and soldiers quickly cleared out their armory and began making defensive preparations. A group began boarding up the windows on the lower floors, while upstairs others were fitting two machine guns on each of the balconys on the 3rd floor. Inside the garage soldiers began refitting the Humvees with extra armor, as well as a .50 MG. By the time preparations were done, the complex was ready to face down an army of rioters if need be.

Vetakan Embassy, Animarina:

"I am. Captain James Heno 707th Commando Unit Detachment A. We also have 2 Vetakan Scouts. Give me an update?" replied Heno a man whom was 6ft7 in height and had short brown hair.

"CCTV is Operational. Compound Perimeter is secure. The Embassy has been Fortified with whatever we can find. As you can see we used the Limo to fortify the Main Gate. Whats the situation in Theeb?" replied Carter.

"Not Good. Ok Men get all the Supplies inside and take up Defensive Positions. Scouts Get on the Roof" ordered Heno

With that the Vetakan Commandos began to run back and forth taking the crates of Ammo, Weapons, Food and othe such Items into the Building. The Vetakan Scouts took up position and kept an eye out for any advancing looters. The Commandos set up a small mounted Machine Gun on the Second Floor of the Embassy and faced it towards the main gate. 1 of the Commandos trained Engineering fitted a .50 MG to one of the Land Rovers. Now everything was ready they took up positions within the Embassy and waited. Awaiting further orders from their Commanders after all the Embassy now was now a Secured Capital LZ.

Outskirts of Solomon Safe Zone:

The Vetakan Choppers thundered in the Sky numbering some 15 all where pleased to hear that they could line. At first two of the Navalhawks hovered parallel to eachother. Ropes where deployed and Vetakan Troops desended to the ground. Some Ran to reinforce the Lines while others waited to help the others. The two Navalhawks moved off while 2 Chinnoks deployed more troops carrying various boxes and tubes. They began to construct what eventually would become a large Mobile Hospital. One man ran to the nearest Animarnia Soilder and asked:

"I am Vetakan Infrantry Commander Noel Andrews. I need to Co-Orindate with Animarnia Commander of the Home Guard. Vetaka wants to get Atlantis Base set up. Look?" the Vetakan Commander Showed the Animarnia Soilder a map diagram.

The Diagram http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u295/razgriz-demon/untitled.jpg

"As you can see we have a rather detailed proposed plan who is in charge here?

-TLA Embassy-
"Looks like everyone else in the district bailed." The head officer, Captain Brasion said looking from the roof. Of the entire Embassy area only a few lights showed, most of the buildings lay darkened while to the north, it looked like something in the distance was burning. "I wonder what that was?" "Forget that look at that Embassy about two miles down." "Hmm, looks like we're not alone, think we can send up a flare?" "Wouldn't hurt, send up a green flare to state our status." "Yes sir."

Vetakan Embassy, Animarina:

The Vetakan Scout the elite Special Forces unit of the Vetakan Military sat on the roof scanning his Observation Zone through his Scope suddenly Green Smoke appeared around 300 Meters across from him. The Scout scanned the smoke and saw a few moving objects he shouted down:

"Heno Sir. Green Flare about 300 Meters Away."

Captain Heno swirled around the CCTV and Zoomed in on the Green Flare before turning to Carter:

"Who's Embassy is it?" he asked

Carter turned to a map put his finger on a Zone before turning to Heno:

"The Allied States of The Lone Alliance. Quite Friendly actually a number of our boys have bought them drinks and we had a game of cricket a while back." replied Carter.

Heno found the TLA Speed Dial Number and tried the phone it was dead he picked up his radio:

"Damn phone is dead. Scout Johnson send a Morse Signal with your Torch tell the TLA Embassy who we are and give them our Frequency".

"Sir" came a Reply.

Back on the Roof the Scout put down his rifle and got out his torch before beginning to send a message in Morse Code it translated to the following:

"VETAKAN EMBASSY. VETAKAN COMMANDO UNIT. IDENTIFY ARE YOU TLA? SWITCH TO FREQUENCY 102.768"

-TLA Embassy-
"Switch.to.Frenquency.102.768." "Get someone on the radio contact them ASAP." Brasion said, "So it's the Vetakans, well that looks to be good news for us then, nice bunch remember the time..." "Don't want to talk about it..." The second officer said. "Fine then, just keep watch, I'll call Jonas out for support."

He decended down the stairs heading for the communications room, stopping to instruct Jonas to head up.



Embassy weapons and troops:
40 Civilians (Basement secure area)
25 Embassy Guards (Regular soldiers)
7 TLA VIP Personal Guards (In command)
2 Ambassadors

OOC:I hope its not too late to get involved. Dont you just love me stalking you Vetaka :fluffle:

Imperial Palace, Shakal City

"Well, this is interesting." Derrick said leaning back in his chair. "In fact, this could be just what we need." He said to the Empress and to the Chief Of Staff.

"It will no doubt prove worthwhile either way." Mannstein said putting his fingertips together. At the moment Vetaka and Shakal werent formally "At War" as it were, rather supporting ther eown intrests in the Hamilayan conflict and they happened to be on opposing sides.

"What do you think should be done?'' Derrick asked his wife the Empress. She had the final say on ALL mlitary matters.

"I think we should send men to protect the diplomats." Kristina said firmly. Derrick raised an eyebrow but nodded. Mannstien was off to supervise the SEA as it landed in Hamilay. He also nodded.

"This will be interesting, in one half of the world our troops will be fighting against one another while in this half they will be fighting WITH eachother." Derrick said writing the order down. Immediatly it was sent to the Lone Alliance embassy.

To:Lone Allaince Embassy
From:The Shakal Empire

We have already taken the liberty of sending in a small commando squad to help secure the safety off ALL persons present at the embassy.

-Radio Room, TLA Embassy-
"Switching to frequency 102.768, beginng contact now."
#Yes this is The Lone Alliance Embassy, we are condition green yet under lockdown, Ambassador on site but well secured. Our sector without power so we're on generators, no troubles except some looters spotted earlier.
We request any official news on the government, our intel sources are coming up dead#

-International Comm room-
"The Shakal Empire has offered to extract our Ambassador," the comms official said. "This could be a way for you to get out Sir." "Perhaps," said Ambassador Mikal Dean, "For me and my wife at least, but what about those rumors regarding most of the aircraft in the area." "Send word to the council to clarify."

-Council of 13-
"Who in the world is the Shakal Empire?"
"We're getting what we can on it right now."
"Good, while you're doing this I want to see if they have some sort of plan."

Response:
From TLA to Shakal Empire:
We will have a decision in a moment. Question, we have heard rumors of heavy Surface to Air weaponry in the area, how do you plan extraction?


OOC: I hope no one minds adding a power outage, if there was an uprising\riot I'm sure something would eventually cause the power to fail.

OOC: Shakal good to have you I was sort of hoping you would do that. Perhaps we could save eachothers backsides and develop respect and become friends like in the films lol Where are your Commandos coming via?

Vetakan Embassy, Animarina:

Heno and Carter listerend to the radio awaiting who ever the Flare people where to come over the radio, Eventually it crackled into life and a voice came over the radio:

"Yes this is The Lone Alliance Embassy, we are condition green yet under lockdown, Ambassador on site but well secured. Our sector without power so we're on generators, no troubles except some looters spotted earlier.
We request any official news on the government, our intel sources are coming up dead"

Heno Picked up the Radio and replied:

"Good to hear we are not alone. Do you need any help at all? Perhaps we could link up? We could come to you or you could come to us? The initial being the best probably. Would you be comfortable being Evac'd by the Vetakan Fleet off the coast. Our Ambassador has already left we where inserted to hold a Capital City Secure LZ. As for the Government we have had no contact with the Animarinia Foreign Office. Latest OBSAT Intel Feed on the situation is grave depeding on what you know hear is a brief sit-rap a Nuclear Device was detonated at 8:00 AST in Solomon City, Teela, Western Province of Animarnia since then the nation has imploded and rioting has broken out throughout. The Animarnia Military is outnumbered and stretched they just don't have enough men to respond to the rioting and the nuclear emergancy. VSIS also has evidence to suggest that elements of the Animarnian Military have rebelled. Do you require extraction?"

OOC: Lookes like Animarnia has gone under for abit.

OOC:My men are coming in from the south by air. I actually plan for the Transport to be shot down and go from there.

Shakal Bn-450 Transport Plane 45 000ft

The small Shakal airplane flew high above anti-aircraft fire. On board was the commando team assigned to evacuate the embassy. All that they were waiting for was the single to make the vertical landing at the embassy. A F/A-37 Talon had been assigned to take out any anti-air emplacements close enough to harm the vertical landing transport plane. The team consisted of 6men. A sniper, four rifleman, and a heavy weapons expert. They were equipped with the best weapons available to the Shakal military.

Shakal F/A-37 Talon 47 000ft

Frank Hughes sat in the cokcpit of the Talon waiting. If any anti-air emplacements were seen by radar or any other of the detection systems aboard the fighter than they would be taken out.

-----

We will have a decision in a moment. Question, we have heard rumors of heavy Surface to Air weaponry in the area, how do you plan extraction?

To:TLA Embassy

Our air cover is ample to disable any and all anti-aircraft weaponry in the vicinity. Depending on the number of people located in the embassy we may be required to make more than one trip. Our forces should arrive in just under an hour.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, Nets been on the blink; and when it works Jolt seems to be on the blink *grrs* then kept eating my long post)

The Octagon Command and Control Room
General Carval looked out at the red and blue dots that symbolised Animarnia and Vetekan armed forces and dispute his distrust of the Vetaksn thanked the gods they were here. The civil unrest was starting to dye down now that the army was in full force on the streets of every major city nation wide Nakil 1A1 Tanks, Humvees and Warrior IFV's patrol the streets with 12 man infantry squads. This along with the Gunships and fighter patrols squashing the unrest turning it from full scale rioting to some sporadic attacks everyone was relived. Attacks on Muslims had been significantly less though some had refused to leave there homes the army has ordered didn't waste time trying to convince them otherwise; they wanted to die there choice. Free will and all that.

News was only just starting to filter down about the attack on the Senate and the presidential air evacuation. "Sir; someone attacked the Senate; we're still searching through the rubble but it looks like most if not all of them are dead" the aid spoke solemnly not that it was really that big a loss; the Senate had done only things in there self interest. "And the Presidents and Vice Presidents Helicopters were shot down; the President is likely dead; the VP's Helo went down with a mayday were still looking for them"

"Damn it" the General Replied.

"Sir unknown contacts coming in from the south" One of the radar operators spoke up picking up the large transport plane.

"Scramble a Squadron of Talons off the Storm Bringer" The General Ordered.

HMS Storm Bringer
The Massive DMG built Overlord Class Superdreadnaught cut the ocean like a knife along with its assembled battlegroup of battleships, cruisers and destroyers. The Flash action message came in over the secured comm. system and within minutes a squadron of 12 F/A-37 Talons were scrambled into the air and super cruising towards the Shakel transport armed with an Air to Air payload of AIM-120E's and AIM-9X Sidewinder Missiles.

Morrigan Street
The ASAS team moved quietly through the streets towards the Vetekan embassy Tim constantly fiddling with the radio using his hand held soldering kit that he carried in his knapsack; taking engineering and demolitions as his patrol skill was a definite advantage right now. As he pressed the talk button hoping to every god that existed someone could hear him; "Vetekan Embassy, this is Citadel 2; On your Six do you read; repeat do you read; need extraction at 1248 by 9868; carrying one wounded" the message went out and Tim repeated himself every 10 seconds until he got a reply.

Solomon City Safe Zone
"I'm Major Joe Kramer; Animarnian National Guard" he said his accent quite thick with southern Irish; "The Perimeter is secure; looks like a good plan to me; we can talk about who's got the bigger on later Major" he said with a smile noting he didn't really care who was in charge as long as things got done; "Lets get this set up as fast as we can"

Vetakan Embassy, Animarina:

As the Radio crackled into life Carter almost fell off his chair jumping for it:

"Vetekan Embassy, this is Citadel 2; On your Six do you read; repeat do you read; need extraction at 1248 by 9868; carrying one wounded"

He ran into the Security Room and shouted:

"Heno listern to this"

The Radio message came in again and Heno turned to a wall mounted map finding the Co-Ordinates he sent a reply to the Animarnian Military:

"Citadel 2 Roger that. Inbound Now".

Almost immediatly a 7 man team of Vetakan Commandos jumped into the Armoured Humvee and a Armoured Land Rover Defender they sped out of the complex and into the street they where now relatively quiet but the Vetakans were not taking any Chances. It wouldnt't take long for them to arrive they rounded the Corner and quickly spotted the Animarnians the Vehicles Came to a halt one Trooper kept a watch on the mounted gun while the others took up positions. Commander Heno and Captain Carter ran to the Animarnians and began:

"I am Commander Heno of the VDF 707th Commando Unit whats the situation?"

Carter looked at the Stretcher his heart sank when he saw the Casulties Face although he would never admit he had a small crush on Rene the Animarnian VP. Besides being a Captain he was also a Field Doctor while speaking he bent down and began examining:

"Shit Rene, Heno this is bad she is suffering internal bleeding and major internal damage she needs urgent extraction to the Mercy. Without medical attention she will die within 2 hours top."

Heno activated his OBSAT Communication Device and quickly got hold of the Fleet he began:

"Medical Extraction Required Urgent. LZ the Embassy. Patient suffering Internal Bleeding, Major Internal Damage and Intense Bloodloss".

Their was a few seconds before a reply came:

"Roger that. Extraction Team Inbound Now ETA 25 Minutes. Air Cover en route to."

Turning to the Animarnian Commader Heno began:

"We need to get going. Do you have any objections to transfering VP to the Mercy we can extract and change location if you like?"

Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel VDFNS Darkangel (Flagship) 15 Miles from East Coast of Talim of Animarinia:

"Admiral unknown contacts coming in from the south" shouted a Radar Operator

"Animarinian?" asked the Admiral

"No Ma'am" replied the Operator

"Inform the Animarinian Commander and Have a few fighters to make an Intercept" replied the Admiral.

"Yes Ma'am" came a reply.

In total 4 Vetakan F-37C's on Air Patrols formed up into a Strike Formation and turned on an Intercept Course.

Solomon City Safe Zone:

"Excellent Major Kramer, Ill signal to get the Mobile Hospital set up immediatly and the Decontamination Units. As you can see if your men can keep the perimeter secure while we get the place set up, we can start helping people the plan is pretty simple the Black Lines are Secure Lines provisonally your men and eventually Fencing. The Green Boxes are Mobile Decontamination Suits and id like to distribute Decontamination Suits to all Troops what do you think?"

As soon as permission had been granted Vetaka had gone to work Troops ran around unloading choppers and shouting. Mobile Units brought in by Chinnoks and Sea Stallions began arriving and setting up The Vetakan Army had 25 Atlantis Bases and where fully prepared to get them set up in 2 hours the Safe Zone would have a fully functioning Hospital/Aid Base and in 6 hours Vetaka aimed to have 3 Such bases set up to help.



OOC: The Atlantis Bases are massive Decontamination/Hospital and Aid Bases designed to provide relief in Disaster Areas they are all fully mobile and take around 2 hours to set up.

OOC: http://www.temporaryservices.org/Hospital.gif I am shipping and serious injurys ill evac to the Mercy Hospitals.

OOC: http://www.boonecountyky.org/EM/Images/mark%20work%20011.jpg

OOC: http://cbw.sipri.se/images/intro/suits-c.jpg

-TLA Embassy-
"An hour huh?" the captain said, "I don't know if we have an hour, look." He said pointing out the window. "Ohh shhiiit."

-Roof-
"I think I see rioters." "Where?" "North past the fires." "Crap," Jonas said, "Orders Captain?" He said into his speaker.

-Communications-
#Order's captain?#
"Those are civilians out there sir..." "This is an uprising," Brazion said looking at the ground "...prepare for battle, if they arrive try to shoot over their heads first" he said into the mike.

-Roof-
#Prepare for battle, if they arrive try to shoot over their heads first"
"Yes sir!"
"Snipers ready!"

-3rd Floor-
*Shrinnk* *Click*
".50's loaded!"
"Helipad secure!"

-2nd Floor-
*KaChang*
"7.62 loaded!"
"Grenader ready!"

-1st floor-
"Vehicles ready!"
"Tear gas ready."
"Doors are barricaded and locked, we've taken defensive positions in the lobby."

-Gatehouse-
"Activating full security and falling back."
The guards ran to the main building as a large steel gate rose blocking the main entry way.

Communication to all parties:
TLA Embassy facing possible rioters, warning possible hostiles in the area.
Hopefully it's a false alarm but with us being lit up like this we're the only target in the area.

Message from TLA command:
We have authrozied deployement of the Airborne division, they should be able to arrive in 6 hours.

OOC: TLA Embassy employees are always extremely parinoid in such situations.

Morigan street

Henry Extended his hand; "Sergeant Henry Garver; We were Evacuating the VP to the HMS Stormbringer but our blackhawks got shot down; the presidents went down in a ball of flame. We're lucky to be alive; more than one person's given there live today to save her" Henry spoke up

"I got not objections to moving her to your hospital ship; long as one of us goes with her; she's to be accompanied at all times by at least one security officer." Henry spoke; "Carla; you'll extract with the VP" he ordered.

"Yes Boss" she replied.

"Lead the way Commander; anywhere but 'ere is good. We have rioters right on our arses and not enough ammo"

"If only I had more ammo; more ammo and another 10 divisions and our problems here would be over" Henry said paraphrasing Apocalypse now.

100 miles from intercept
the 12 F/A-37 Talons supercruised in formation towards the unknown contacts they would intercept in less than 10 minutes. The lead pilot Daniel "Hammer" Jackson started to send out the standard message

"This is Tango 1 to unknown contacts; you are entering a no fly zone; repeat you are entering a no fly zone, present clearance, or turn around or you will be fired up"

25 miles from the TLA Embassy
A squadron of 12 Harriers was inbound; fully armed with rockets and air to ground missiles; "This is Charlie flight of the National Guard Air wing to TLA Embassy; You fellas called for help we got your six over"

Solomon City safe zone
"I think that’s excellent, I'll start relaying the orders"

As soon as the plans had been shared the National Guard started to go into action setting up fences and securing lines while the tanks and lighter warrior IFV's patrolled up and down. Kramer thanked whatever gods were listening for the Vetekan help thought soon the wounded would start to be brought in.

The Shakal transport plane heard the incoming message and was stunned. The pilot began to reply.

"We are the Shakal Special Forces team that was sent to evacuate all diplomats and halp any civilians in the embasies." The pilot said slightly shocked at the question. In the meantime the commando team looked at eachother with some worry. Frank Hughes looked at his team and noticed there expressions.

"If we have to we can always jump." He said getting a laugh from the men.

Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel VDFNS Darkangel (Flagship) 15 Miles from East Coast of Talim of Animarinia:

The Admiral was co-ordinating with the VDF General to get the Atlantis Base set up the record time to get such a base up was 2 hours as such the Admiral was trying to beat it:

"Admiral The Unknown Contacts are Shakal they say they are Shakal Special Forces sent to Evac the Embassies".

The Admiral checked the Radar Screen before replying:

"Put me Live on Open Comm Link" ordered the Admiral

She waited for a moment before beginning:

"Attention Shakal Commander this is Admiral Admiral Katie Jones of the Vetakan Taskforce to Hamilay we have not been informed of any Evac of Diplomats further more how do you intend to make the Evac and where do you intend to Evac to? I have Commandos at the Embassy Sector do you need any support? I know we have our difference else where in the planet but innocent lives are at stake can we be of help?"

Morigan street:

As the various Communications came in Heno noticed a group rioters approaching:

"Shit Time to Go"

The Vetakan Commandos and the ASAS Counterparts along with the stretcher quickly get into the Vehicles and sped away back to the Vetakan Embassy as the Huge Embassy Gates Closed, The VP began to fit a common bodily response to serve internal damage and blood loss:

"Shit shes is fiting Heno we need that extraction now the VP is deterioating I can stablize her for the Flight but she needs Surgey ASAP".

Heno knowing to always listern to a Field Doctor again spoke into his OBSAT Headset:

"Extraction Urgent. ETA to Position? Urgent Surgey and Blood Transfusion needed."

As they came to a halt outside the Embassy 2 waiting Vetakan Commandos held a proper strecther when the VP was transferred over Carter began giving Oxygen as well as Adrenaline he turned to Carla and asked:

"Whats her Blood Type? The Embassy has a limited stock that we change every week we might have her Type and then again we may not"

Heno listerning to the Updates shouted to all:

"Extraction in 15 Minutes. Theatre Room 1 Aboard the Mercy is awaiting her arrival and Chief Consultant Andrews is performing."

Carter was reliverd Dr Andrews was the best Surgeon and Dr the Fleet had:

"Excellent"

Outside Vetakan Embassy:

The LZ which in actual fact was just the front lawn was now secured and awaited the arrival of the Extraction Choppers. Heno after hearing of the situation at the TLA Embassy he quickly dispacthed a message:

"Attention TLA Embassy do you need Help or Immediate Evac. We have a Medical Extraction Flight inbound as well as a further Chinook of Commandos coming in to reinforce the LZ we can evac 30 or so Diplomats on the return Flight to our Fleet but if you want to go you have about 15 minutes to be ready? TLA Embassy please respond?"

Shakal Transport

The pilot entered the code for a reply to the Vetakans message.

"Our fighters have a range that will carry the LA embassy members to a safe location. If at all possible we will take them to your ships for safety. We are aware of the situation in Hamilay. Our intentions are for the safety of these people regardless of what nation they come from.'' The pilot ended the message and waited for the reply from the approaching Animarnian fighters.

90 Miles to Intercept
The F/A-37's were still in formation when the message came back over the radio; the pilot listened carefully; "Please present your clearance codes for our Airspace; we've closed our borders to all except authorised personnel; However if the TLA vouch for you' you'll be granted clearance" the pilot replied now waiting for a response from the TLA vouching for the Shakel.

Vetakan Embassy

Henry nodded in agreement and Carla looked up "B Negative" she spoke; "I'm a field medic as my patrol skill I stabilised her after the crash" she spoke Tim Cast a look at the VP laying still now; so fragile her shirt still open where Carla had stabalised her earlier.

"Tell your birds to watch out for shoulder fired AA; that’s what took us down" Henry spoke quickly noting the extraction time of 15 minutes. "If you have a working radio I'd like to let my superiors know we're alive?" he said.

Message to Animarnia:
We give them clearance to evacuate our Ambassador, we request that they drop him off at the Vetakan staging base.

-TLA Embassy-
"They're at the gates sir." A guard said to the Captain. "Give me the megaphone."

-2nd floor Balcony-
As a rowdy crowd gathered right outside the steel gateway to the Lone Alliance Embassy Brazion stepped out.
"Everything within these walls is considered Lone Alliance Territory, you have no jursidiction here, disperse at once." "Hand over your non believers and we'll let you live!" A large heavy set man said holding what looked to be a .22. "Beyond these walls is not under your control, I advise you to disperse or leave, upon crossing the gate you will be considered enemy invaders and Hate crime terrorists, the punishment for hate crime terrorism is death."
"**** YOU, Pagan scum!" The man said, "We're going in!" He said motioning to a few others while rushing up to the gate and trying to climb it, a few seconds later a few others helped prop him up to the top. Brazion went to the comm, "Jonas, as soon as that fatass props his head up I want you to Splatter the psycho." "Roger." Jonas said placing the rifle in position and loading the armor piercing round.

The PTRD was designed to break through armored cars and Light tanks during the soviet war, what it could do to an unarmored human... or at least a headshot, would definitly strike a message. So as the rioters struggled to climb Jonas zoomed and prepared to fire.

TLA Embassy
The National guard Harrier force rolled into an attack formation seeing the crowd starting to try and break through into the TLA embassy; "Ninja, Wizard; on my Six" the leader spoke up

"Wilco" the two pilots replied barrel rolling into an attack run; the sleek GR9A Harrier Jump jets approached their engines screeching. As a Thermabaric missile was released from each of them in the first run; the missile detonated overhead of the rioters it wouldn’t be fatal but it sure as hell would give 'em a few burns and tell them to back off if they had any sense. The brilliant glow of the fiery rain was actually quite pretty as the Harriers streaked past barrel rolling into a higher altitude.

Fighter Intercept Squadron
The message came through to the fighters relayed from the TLA embassy; "Roger" the pilot said as the Talon squadron forming up on the evacuation transports wing; any friend of TLA was a friend of Animarnia. The intercept squadron was now the escort squadron.

Vetakan Carrier Group Darkangel VDFNS Darkangel (Flagship) 15 Miles from East Coast of Talim of Animarinia:

"Admiral the 6th Battlegroup has arrived Ma'am. Supreme Admiral Pearce is on live audio?" spoke a Comms Officer

"Excellent Put him through" replied now relived Admiral.

The Vetakan 6th Battlegroup was the smallest of Vetaka's Battlegroups however it was Commanded by a very special Officer. Supreme Admiral Dominic Pearce was 23 and the youngest man in Vetakan History to hold the rank of Supreme Admiral he was the son of Vetakan Hero Daniel Pearce he was a real well young'en he had the ability to relax people yet still command a situation just like his father did:

"Well Admiral Katie Jones its good to be here how are you holding up love? Whats the sit-rap?"

Katie immediatly felt at ease:

"We have secured an LZ at the Embassy in the Capital. And we are almost finished setting up our first Atlantis Base in the Solomon Safe Zone. Oh and the Animarnian VP is inbound on the Mercy with Critical Injuries"

"Excellent" replied Pearce

Solomon City Safe Zone:

The Scene of the Solomon Safe Zone was now somewhat different to what it had been 30 to 45 minutes ago. Now all of the Troops where now in Decontamination Suits, Mobile Decontamination Units and Mobile Hospitals had now arrived and where being set up. It less than an hour it would be finished and the wounded could be brought in and treated.

Vetakan Embassy:

"Of Course the Phones are down but we can re-route it through the OBSAT System. Go into my office and use the phone it will put you through to Talim Naval Base from their could they transfer you to your relavant Command?"

OOC: I gotta run sorry for the short post

-TLA Embassy-
"They're almost here sir!" A guard said as the Ambassador waited on the roof staircase entryway. "You'll have to be quick we don't know if there are any actual dangerous hostiles out there."

-2nd Floor-
"Fire over their heads!" A guard shouted as they began to spray the machine gun ammo at around 12 feet over the crowd, supressing them even more as the Harriers came around to patrol the area.

-Airborne Over the ocean-
"Five hours until we're ready," the commander said, "Alright people, our objective is to link up with the people on the ground and follow their orders."

10 000ft Above TLA Embassy

"Looks like this is starting without us." Hughes said looking at the rioters below. his men laughed and started to get ready. The transport plane slowly began to lower itself down towards the Embassy rooftop. It was slowly making its decent when out of nowhere machine gun fire raked the planes side. "What the f**k was that?" Hughes asked the pilot.

"We were hit by some machine gun fire. It took out our left wing, we are going down." The pilot tried in vain to get control. As they fell a radio message was heard within the plane, "Evil falls." Noone really listened and they saw the escort plane zoom straight down at the TLA embassy. At the last second it reared and tore itself apart at just over mach 2. The shards began to rain down, but they would prove no real threat to anyone there.

"Brace for impact!" Hughes ordered. The men set themselves for an uneasy landing. A second later they hit the top of the embassy with a crash.

If any of you most noble and glorious leaders would like, take a look at International Planning Conference... (Guest-Book) post, and International Planning Conference... (Discussion) post, to discuss this war and argue with one another. Your leaders can cuss each other out lol.

OOC: Atlantis X considering we're all on the same side... I see no reason for us to have a meeting to get mad at each other.

-TLA Embassy Roof- (At the moment the machine gun fire hit the plane and it began to fall.
"OH ****, GET THE AMBASSADOR DOWN THE STAIRS!!"
Inside the rooftop stair case the two guards grabbed the man and threw him down the stairs where another guard caught him. "GET TO THE THIRD FLOOR.
The people on the fourth floor began to run down the stairs as well, causing a deadlock for everyone as people attempted to cram down it, the roof top guards didn't bother and simply jumped the 10 feet to the 3rd floor balcony. Still when the rescue craft crashed the abassador was barely on the four floor landing when the fourth floor collapsed, tossing him and the guard down the stairs and trapping them under a pile of rubble, along with 3 or 4 others.

-TLA Embassy, 3rd floor comm center-
"Get medical to the stairs!" Brazion shouted as medics ran up from the 2nd floor. Enraged he muttered looking out the window in the direction of the shots. "When I find the SOBs that did this, I'm going to make them wish they were never born, Alert command, tell them exactly what happened here, if they're like me, they'll send "Them"."

-TLA Council of 13-
"Gentlemen, we cannot wait any longer, 5 hours is too slow for us to start striking back." The minister of war said to the council. "We're deploying a Valkyrie to target the areas where we have identified resistance." He pointed to the location of the machine gun and the place of the Helicopter attack. "Within two and a half hours I expect those sites wiped out, we've decided cost is no object." "And..." He paused looking at the Nod officer who attended, "We wonder if "They" are avilable." "Of course, they're been a little bored lately anyway." The officer answered, "Good, tell them they're in."

TLA Embassy Roof

"Rocall!" Hughes said barly able to stand. His men sounded off. Both pilots were dead though. Hughes rubbed his head and thanked god for the increase in military spending. Air cushions helped. "Lets get down there and see if anyone else is hurt." His men stood and checked thereheavy suits. They had taken a lot of damage but were still in working order.

-TLA Alaska-
With a lull of silence a massive plane moved onto the runway, it was a very special plane that was thought never to be. After the great war the US designed a bomber unlike any other, A bomber capable of reaching speeds unimaginable of the time, the bomber that was the reason for the construction of the MIG-25... Though canceled by the US due to costs and doubts of resistance against SAMs, TLA dug up the plans and completed them, and as the plane recieved the clearence, the B-70 took flight for it's first combat mission ever.

-Nearby Hanger-
"You guys ready?" a man said.
"Hell yeah lets kill something!" came the reply.
"Okay then, Stealth Squad fall in!"

(MWHAHAHAHAHA, See them machine gun something at Mach 3 and 82,000 feet!)

TLA Embassy:

The Medical Extraction Flight consisted of 5 Eurafigter F-37C's, 3 Apache Gunships and 2 Chinooks as they approached the Embassy sector. As they arrived at the Embassy Sector the Apaches flew around and generally patrolled at low level as the Eurafighters roared and patrolled higher up. The Chinooks split up 1 moved to the TLA Embassy and landed its occupants ran off in total 35 Vetakan 606 Commandos ran down the ramp 4 took up secure positions around the Chinook, One man clearly in charge began to bark orders to the remaining 30:

"Norris have your team secure the Perimeter and get rid of those Protestors. Smithy get in that Embassy and start Evacing the TLA and if their is room the now crashed Shakal"

"Sir" came a number of replies

Vetakan Commandos ran to the main gate and took up secure positions behind the gate and opposite the Protestors:

"Disperse or we will fire."

A Further 15 ran to the main door of the Lone Alliance Embassy Corporal Smithy knocked on the door:

"Vetakan Defence Force 606th Commando Unit we are hear to evac all TLA Diplomatic Staff time to go. Lets move? we have 35 seats"

Vetakan Embassy:

As the Chinnok landed at the Vetakan Embassy 5 People emerged from the rear and ran forward as they reached Heno the leader saluted and shouted over the hum of the Chopper Noise:

"I am Dr Percy Andrews Sargeant of VDF Medical I will be operating on our casualty the Operating Room is prepped aboard the Mercy we need to get going and get her out of here"

Heno nodded before returning the salute:

"Ok her blood type is B Negative she will be accompained by an ASAS Field Medic Carla."

The Stretcher carrying the casualty was brought out Dr Andrews bent over her and quickly examined her broken body:

"She is lucky to be alive her left lung has collapsed but if the penertration was any higher it would of destroyed the heart and she would be dead thats the good news the bad news is that the lung is now flooded if I dont empty it and relieve the pressure she will be dead very soon In my professional opinion if she is not in Surgery within the hour she will be dead in 2"

Heno and the rest of the Commandos sighed an uneasy silence fell across them before Heno Broke it he began barking orders into his headset:

"Commander Johnson you have 5 minutes to get those TLA Diplomats out of here the casualty needs to be in Surgery ASAP. Apache 1 Delta through 3 Delta secure perimeter and destroy anything that shoots at you. F-37 Knight 1 through Knight 5 ready your guns nothing I repeat nothing can threaten this Extraction are we clear?"

"Sir" came a number of replies

Solomon City Safe Zone/ Atlantis Aid Base Alpha:

"Sir base completed we can begin Operation" an officer spoke

"Excellent Begin" replied the Commander

The base was now fully operational with a Hospital/Evac Points/Logistics/Holding Point and Decontamination Points. Troops in Decontamination Suits at the front of the base brandershing XM8 Assualt Rifles began to beckon the now waiting crowd towards them speaker phones began to start talking:

"Please Remain Calm. We are here to help but in order to do this we need your co-operation please follow all instructions given to you by the Soilders before you can enter you need to be contaminated please follow all instructions in order to preserve security we ask that all people entering this base be searched. Again Please Remain Calm we are here to help follow all instructions"

-TLA Embassy-
"Damn at least you guys showed up," a guard said opening the door. "I'm Stevens we've got wounded up on the third floor, and the ambassador is trapped under the 4th floor stairs." "Take us there." one of the Commandos said. "Follow me!"

-3rd floor-
"Clear the area!" Brazion said as he set a detonator and a two inch slice of C4 at the blocked door. "Clear!" *BOOM* the collapsed cement support that had been holding the door closed was blasted just enough to reach in and put the door off it's hinges. The first two medics crawled into the destroyed stairwell, it was quite obivious what happened at least one entire side had gotten the derbis of the 4th floor, as the plane crashed it shoveled what was left of the 4th floor straight into the stair way, beginning their search one ran into their first person at what once was the bottom of it. "She's dead." one Medic said after doing a quick check over. "Damnit," another said, "I think we have another DRT over here too." He said motioning to a blood stain under a huge block of cement roofing. "We got to dig up under the stair wreakage someone could have been pinned under it."

TLA Embassy:

"Stevens my men will remain here however the Medical Extraction Flight Echo needs to go now. We have a crtical patient that needs surgey 10 minutes ago. However Medical Extraction Flight Foxtrot-Charlie is inbound and is 20 minutes off. As a result I recommend all those who can walk get aboard our Chopper now. The Fox-Trot team has more specialist equipment for the situation the walking wounded are in the way get them aboard the chopper?"

Meanwhile at the gate............

The Rioters whom where now faced with 15 XM8 Assualt Rifles had now fallen quiet. One of them shouted up:

"Get out of our way you Pagan Scum you are all Sinners"

Corporal Norris spoke with an auroa of Command:

"It is not us whom are Sinners you are the Sinners I have no intention of killing either of you but I will not flinch in doing so if it means defending the peace. This is not Animarnian Terroritory this is the land of The Lone Alliance a haven of Peace I order you to leave NOW!!"

The Vetakan Commands took aim and readied to Fire, The Lead-Rioter was now somewhat confused he was obviously educated:

"Your not Lone Alliance you don't have their accent. Who are you Sinner, Where are you from?"

"I am Corporal Norris of the Vetakan Defence Force 606th Commandos we are here to Evacuate all TLA Diplomatic Staff now they are not Vetakan but I no we will protect them until death. Now I will not ask you again Sinner move off and disperse or we will Open Fire. Present Arm!! Take Aim!!"

The Group of Rioters backed away some what as 15 XM8 Rifles now aimed towards their Heads some of the Rioters raised weapons towards the Commandos but the Lead Rioter spoke up to his other rioters before turning to Norris:

"Lower them. Lets go loot the Shopping Centre. Mr Norris you are quite a warrior hounourable and loyal. You have 2 hours and then we are back."

Bumpage (1)

(Sorry!)
-TLA Embassy-
"After about 30 minutes of digging they finally managed to unearth the Ambassador... Alive. It seems that when the staircase collapsed the Steel beams used in it made a barrier against the Roofing that fell in. Still getting out of the hole he was in, as well as the KO guard that had been with him, wasn't going to be a cakewalk. Brazion turned to the Vetakan soldier that was with him. "Do you guys have any sort of welding equipment?"

-B-70-
Log: Reached Mach 3 about 20 minutes ago, should be over Animarnia in a half and hour, the target 2 minutes later. 6 200 lb bombs have been chosen.

(sorry me' nets been playing up)

Vetekan Embassy
Henry nodded to the Vetekan man and picked up the phone dialling the number for Animarnia Special operations Command; entering an authorisation code; verifying his voice and umpteenth other security measures he finally reached the person on the other end of the line.

"Sir; Citadel 2 has been extracted to Vetekan Hospital ship"

"Her condition is critical sir, we were taken down by AA fire; the quacks say she has a collapsed lung; Carla extracted with them to the ship; we were ambushed sir; someone in command could be compromised" Henry reported

"Yes Sir; I understand sir"

Henry hung up; "I've been ordered to assist you kind folks however we can"

General Carval's face appeared on every TV screen across the nation; including the large screens in Piccadilly square his voice booming out to all; to every citizen; regardless of faith, colour or gender.

"Citizens of Animarnia; Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, pagans and everyone here me now; Our Beloved President, Jeffery Friedman has perished in a heinous attack on our country following the nuclear detonation in Solomon; Vice President Shondel is having treatment aboard an allied ship as we speak to save her life. Fellow citizens this is our darkest hour; we have become angry and we have become hateful and turned on each other but I say to you now Citizens that we now have an enemy to kill!" the General spoke; his voice resounding power and authority.

"The fighting stars has declared war against our ally Vetaka; our ally who has helped us in our time of need and for this they must pay! Not only that but our intelligence agency has discovered evidence of there backing the nuclear attack on our country" the General continued.

"As per the Alexia Doctrine; we cannot allow this to go unpunished; we will spill blood and have righteous vengeance! The rivers will run red with their blood; as their skulls are crushed under our mighty heel! The Fighting Stars will soon cease to exist!" the General spoke with zeal.

All through the Animarnian streets looters and rioters stopped as suddenly as they started; now they had an enemy to fight; a foe to kill, a target for there anger. "Can't beat 'em screw em!" they yelled the national motto. All across the country people went back to work cleaning up streets and went back to the war factories. They didn't need to know it was a lie on the general's part; Animarnians were now united against a common enemy.

Meanwhile orders were filtered down the chain of the command; The Alexia DeLèan, Morgana LeFaye, Fionn Arron, Arthur Pendragon Carrier Groups and the Arronhod and Rohan Marine Warfare Group; and Eleanor Flagship Battle group were to proceed to the Fighting stars as soon as possible. Along with them was to be the 1st and 2nd Nuclear Deterrent Battle groups each consisting of 4 Vanguard Class SSBN's

Bombers in Al Remain; and bases in TFS were put on high alert for the storm that was to come; B2's were loaded each with six 2000lb Fuel Air bombs and B-52s were loaded with many 250lb bombs for mass high altitude bomber while B1B Lancers were loaded with heavier Prison guided JADAMs and Storm Shadow Cruise Missiles.

Two thirds of the navy and airforce would be mobilised for the assault

-Lone Alliance News-
This is a LAN update. Two Embassies are now under full lockdown as two nations decend into Chaos, the nations of Animarnia and Kahanistan have fallen into dire situations, Kahanistan after their ill thought out "For the Children" show have fallen under seige by what has been revealed to be Midlonian forces. Until further notice all travel to Kahanistan has been suspended until the situation resolves itself. More on the other situation after these messages.

Update: Animarnia on the verge of collapse, a few days ago an apparent attack by Islamic Terrorists resulted in the detonation of a nuclear device in one of Animarnia's cities, the resulting chaos has led to massive riots and a rash of revenge killings by Anti-muslim groups, mixed in this violence, reports of terrorist strikes by powerfully armed groups have thrown fear into the non rioting populace, as well as the TLA Embassy... Please wait. *Off screen muttering*
Critical update! The Embassy has been attacked, we repeat the Embassy in Animarnia has taken damage as the result of what seems to be a friendly aircraft crashing into the building by groundfire, there is no word on the extent of the damage or if there were any losses but we will keep you informed of updates.

Vetakan Hospital Ship Delta-Foxtrot:

The Animarnia Vice President had arrived with Dr Percy Andrews and had been rushed straight into Surgery where the VP had been for now some 5 hours her personal bodyguard of the ASAS Carla had paced the corridoor since their arrival the Vetakans had offered her a chair, water, food and a break. However she had refused it was now entering into its sixth hour when the door opened and Dr Percy whom was still in Scrubs exited the room and stood in front of Carla:

"I have good news and bad news, the good news is that the operation was a complete sucess we manged to depressurize both lungs and they are responding well she is breathing which is a good sign, however the bad news is that because she spent so much time out on the field and because she has lost a lot of blood a lot of her Vital Organs have shut down they may have shut down for good we won't know for 24 hours or so at the moment she is responding well but as I say the next 24 hours for the VP will be the most important 24 hours of her life I am afraid to say if the organs don't start to operate again soon then its endgame. I am afraid to say at the moment I strongly recommend against transfering the patient to an Animarnian Hospital however I understand the Security Risk as such I have already spoken with Admiral Pearce the VP will recuperate in a Secure Recuperation room and the Admiral has allowed 35 ASAS Guardsman aboard to protect her."

The Dr handed Carla a phone and began again:

"Its a secured OBSAT Phone dialled into the Anirmarnian Communication Network"

With that he smiled touched her arm and re-entered the Operating Theatre.

Animarnian Embassy Sector:

Because the Riots seemed to of calmed somewhat Vetaka took the decsion to flood the Sector with the Vetakan Army as such the sky above the sector was a wash with Helicopters and the ground was now full of Vetakan Troops running around while their Officers barked orders like:

"Secure the Fence. Check that building. Secure the Perimeter "

While Vetaka respected Diplomatic Law and Animarnia Law it was deemed the right time to break a few rules as such Vetakan Troops burst into the other Embassies to such them bring out any injuryed and swiftly evacuating them to the Hospital Ships. 2 Vetakan Chinooks now landed on the lawn of the TLA Embassy the Evacuation of TLA Diplomatic Staff had begun. Mobile Fire Engines had been brought in to deal with the downed Chopper. Things finally looked up.

-Off the coast of Animarnia-
"Come in Animarnia air control, this is TLA assault flight 1, we are now 200 miles from your shore entering local waters, we should be overflight in 5 minutes. Request approval?"

-TLA Embassy-
After loading up the wounded Ambassador the Lone Alliance soldiers began aiding and forming their own search through the Embassy complexes, most nations had their people recalled after the nuclear explosion however so in majority the buildings were empty. However the fact that the ground fire came from an Embassy area, meant that someone could be hiding within one of them.

Bump!

Animarnian Emergency Command
The General looked over the flurry of messages coming in from all over the country as things were stating to return to normal; the TFS war would be a good distraction and a vent for Animarnian Anger he looked over the message from The Lone Alliance. The TLA had been friends of the Animarnians for countless decades.

"Send a message; telling them they're approved for entry into local areas" the General said.

"Sir we're getting reports of armoured Vehicles heading into the capital; eye witness reports are sketchy but they appear to be soviet IFV'S, they're heading towards the mothballed storage Depot in southern Rei"

"We've decommissioned all our soviet era stuff; who could they belong to; still the automatic defences on that place should take care of it" the General spoke not too worried.

Vetekan Hospital ship Delta Foxtrot
Carla paced nervously stopping when she saw the doctor; she'd taken the time to get washed up from the battle and now looked more like her self with her boyish hair washed and face clean. "Do whatever you have to do doctor; we're quite happy to have her here; we're out in the middle of the ocean I don't think anyone could attack her out here". Carla said with a nod picking up the phone that was a direct line to General Carval.

"Sir; Citadel 2 is stable but the next 24 hours will tell if she lives or not" Carla spoke into the secured line.

"No sir; no one except myself; my team; you and the Vetekans know where she is"

"Roger Sir"

She turned back to the doctor; "We're going to keep her here; eyes only; no one else other than those that already know should be informed of her exact location

Some Dirt Road
Travelling down a dirt path with lush green tree's either side were a number of trucks with two armoured personnel carriers; one at the front and one picking up the rear; Arabian men manned the turrets as they passed through a small village. Sat in one of the more luxury cars in the middle of the column was Fiyad the leader of Crimson Jihad and Miriam the leader of the Christian groups responsible for the unrest. The entire riots had been a ploy for the two to meet up and head towards the Deep Six facility near the Coast. Deep Six was the decommissioning and mothballing facility for the old military hardware. Soon the two would have the means to launch an all out war against the government...

-Coast line-
Nearing the location they finally began slowing down for their attack.
"Good thing they gave their clearance," the pilot said. "Now see if we can find those targets!"

-Embassy district-
"WE GOT HOSTILES!"
A group of TLA soldiers fell back from one of the armored Embassy compounds, the TLA Humvee keeping up supressing fire. "Who wants to bet this is where that AA fire came from!" "Agreed, I think we have a target." "Hope the..." He paused looking at the sign, "Hope _________ can forgive us."

OOC:I've got four bombs and 2 targets, give the clearence and I'll make those rebels wet their pants when their security detail goes up in smoke.

-Coast line-
Nearing the location they finally began slowing down for their attack.
"Good thing they gave their clearance," the pilot said. "Now see if we can find those targets!"

-Embassy district-
"WE GOT HOSTILES!"
A group of TLA soldiers fell back from one of the armored Embassy compounds, the TLA Humvee keeping up supressing fire. "Who wants to bet this is where that AA fire came from!" "Agreed, I think we have a target." "Hope the..." He paused looking at the sign, "Hope _________ can forgive us."

OOC:I've got four bombs and 2 targets, give the clearence and I'll make those rebels wet their pants when their security detail goes up in smoke.

OOC
Go ahead; just don't stray too close to the Deep Six; it has Automated RAZOR Turrets all over it;
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Deep Six Facility

Razor Towers - Razor towers are several different defence systems built into one emplacement tower, the first tier is a 120mm Rail Gun for use against Armour. On the second turret are two Water cooled Laser guided. 50 calibre 3 barrel Vulcan Chain guns for use against personnel, either side of the Vulcan's is a 25mm rocket pod, each pod can hold 25 Rockets. Finally situated behind the main assembly are four Mortar tubes for extra long range fire. There are numerous Razor Towers around the complex, on the outer, inner and final defence walls.

Anti-Air Razors - the Anti air variant of the RAZOR is a two part weapon, the first is a Patriot Missile Battery holding 4 Surface to Air Missiles; the later is a 25mm 6 Barrel Vulcan for closer range air and point defence.

BFCG - (Big Fraking Coil gun) - these Rail mounted guns provide ultra heavy defence against armour targets as the duel cannons fire a 36inch Solid Slug down a coil gun at close to speeds in the high mach numbers at a maximum range of accurate fire of 300kms. The Guns them selves are turrets mounted on a heavy armoured 'train car' that runs along a shot run of vertical track. To fire the armoured car is braced against the track to deal with the high recoil.

Coastal Coil Gun Turrets - these propel 16inch solid slugs at mach speeds towards enemy ships, Capable of both direct fire and over the horizon shelling.

Radar Facilities - Telemetry for the base is fed from 6 Radar facilities surrounding it; taking out these facilities would significantly reduce the effectiveness of SAM sites at long ranges. However the radar does have its own internal radar centre, which scans air space directly over the compound and co/ordinates with SAM sites and Razor turrets.

Docks - The Docks of the facility are covered in reinforced armoured canopies to protect against bombs and other such ordinance. Two behemoth sized sea gates also seal off the facility from surface ships and submarine nets prevent submarine access; the entrance is also mined.

Walls - The Walls of the facility are 3ft thick reinforced concrete and the gates are made of a Titanium/Carbon Composite ally; and are 22inchs thick. Each entranceway has two gates that operate in tandem, each side of the gate mounts a 20mm/50 cal AP and 45mm Combination Cannon the entranceways are also mined with AP and Anti-tank mines.

Internal defences
Machinegun Wall mounts - Machineguns placed on the walls and ceilings of corridors and in rooms on Co-axial mounts

Blast doors - 6inch thick ballistic steel re-enforced blast doors used to seal off compartments, in case of fire, explosion or other.

Nerve Gas Dispensers - Several canisters of nerve gas are stored in over head vent compartments for quick deployment.
CCTV - Closed Circuit monitoring systems are fitted throughout the facility mounted with Infrared and Night vision lenses.

Armoury - the facility has several full armouries filled with weapons ranging from pistols, to assault riffles and SAW weapons to grenades, Claymores and various other weapons.

Last resort - The facility is equipped with a 'last resort plan' that being a self destruct; two 200kiloton nuclear warheads are detonated to destroy the surface facility while C4 packets destroy labs, documents and command installations. Simultaneously Thermite explosives burn away any bio-organisms in the corridors and an EMP device renders all electronic hardware useless.

Layout/Facility
Surface level - On the Surface level of the facility are the primary defences such as Razor turrets, SAM sites, Coil guns, Sea gates and docks. Three layers of walls, the outer layer, inner layer and final layer all of the walls have numerous defences on them for maximum effectiveness protect the inner facility. The primary fuel tanks are placed next to the hangers made of bomb resistant materials to prevent breach however cannot hold up against sustained bombing. In the event of a critical breach neutralising coolant is automatically deployed over the tanks to stop any catastrophic explosion from fuel ignition. The surface hangers, Ammo Depots, Storage depots hold a small complement of fighter craft and VTOLS to act as facility defence interceptors; several tanks are also stored on the surface for rapid deployment. The living quarters, military barracks and airfield are also located on the surface as well as 3 ICBM Silo's, Radar Aetna and administrative building with Satellite uplink facilities

Sub level 1 - below several layers of armoured steel and concrete is the main Storage area for munitions, arms, vehicles, aircraft and helicopters; this is the primary equipment storage area for the facility; access is made through several large freight elevators and re-enforced 22inch blast doors. The underground part of the dock is also located on this level though separate from the main storage facility.

Sub level 2 - Command Level also known as Central Dogma, contains all command and control systems. Tactical information is fed here and displayed on the various screens the command bridge is usually crewed by 3 technicians; one tactical commander, one sub commander and an overall commander. Various sensors recreate a given situation in 3d holographic for the command staff to over see operations.

Sub level 3 - Command staff personal offices, the personal offices off the higher ranking command staff such as the commander and sub commander are located here; this is also the storage area for sensitive documents and materials, Level 8 Security clearance is required to access this level

Sub level 4 - Terminal dogma home to sensitive research labs, weapons testing facilities, experiments that have gone wrong, worked too well of are just plain scary. Also home to the computer core; 3 high-speed mainframes working in tandem control all computerised systems throughout the facility.

Sub level 5 - Emergency escape system. An emergency escape tunnel is located on this level for high-level command staff to evacuate the facility should it become compromised for any reason.

Sub level 6 - Power generation, two Nuclear reactors each outputting 150GW's of power to the facility, take up the equivalent space of 4 sub levels, with the reactors operating in tandem.

Sub Level 7 - Waste processing, all waste from the facility is processed here; whether it be spent nuclear fuel; dirty and used water, bio waste or anything else. best way in to remain undetected but even so is dangerous and has its own securty system. like automated guns etc.

Also stored here are about 2000 T-90 Tanks, 1800 BMP-3s, 400 Havoc Attack Helicopters, 300 F/A-18D/E Super Hornets; Some Type 42 Destroyers, 3-4 Los Angeles Class Submarines and a few Iowa Class battleships that have been retired. so yeah; enough to start a full scale war. not to mention some of the more questionable things in the labs stored here.

Vetekan Hospital ship Delta Foxtrot:

After the Animarnian VP had been transfered to a Secure Recuperation room Carla the ASAS operative sent to protect had orignally paced in front of the room but by now she had fallen into a deep sleep on a chair. As a result she had been moved to a nearby stretcher and 2 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman had taken up position on either side of the door. Dr Percy Andrews arrived and first of all saluted the guards smiled at the sleeping carter and entered the room. The VP was still asleep he checked her vitals and a number of monitors as he did this the VP began to stir before saying:

"Where am I?"

Dr Andrews saluted the laying women before beginning:

"Dr Percy Andrews Sargeant Vetakan Defence Force Medical. Your on board a Vetakan Hospital Ship you where involved in a Helicopter Accident from what I know you where shot down. You where heavily injuryed your team where able to get you extracted and you came here. You may feel like crap I had to operate to stablize you. Forgive me"

The Dr turned on his feel and exited back into the corridoor and retrieved Carla both rentering the Dr waited for Carla to speak......

As Carla walked in she immediately snapped to Attention; her boots clicking together with a satisfying sound and sharply saluted "Ma'am; Sargent Carla Johnson, 4th Specials Regiment, ma'am" she said still standing straight and pushing out her chest as taught in basic. She'd taken the opportunity to take a shower and change into a pair of Vetekan BDU's.

Rene looked around the pristine white Hospital room; she really hated hospitals; too much white; always too much white. "Sit Rep?" she asked.

"Ma'am; Our Helicopter took fire from ground based Air attack; likely a shoulder packed stinger missile; the first took out the Presidents Helicopter without warning. President Friedman died instantly in the fireball" Carla paused to let the news sink in. "after that; Leftenant Reynolds sacrificed himself and his Apache to protect us from a second missile; the third missile clipped us and the pilot put us down"

"It was soon after we went down that all hell broke loose ma'am; Rumour says that the Senate were slaughtered and that members of the government have been targeted for assassination; though General Carval has calmed down internal fires by deploying a large fleet to The Fighting Stars. He says they've found evidence that they were involved in the nuking of Solomon. " Carla added; "People are angry and afraid; now they have someone to lash out at; Animarnians are united ma'am"

OOC: Deep six will have a little trouble, but I doubt I plan on going that far.

-B 70-
"Target Embassy 53#." "Roger, proceeding to point and commencing bomb drop." As the plane slowed to 400 a single bunkerbuster fell from the sky.


-Outside Embassy-
As soldiers covered their ears a large object landed on the roof of the building. Falling around two floors before detonating. With a roar and a pile of dust raining down, the building caved on itself. Hopefully taking any of the hostiles with it. But TLA sure would owe someone some money.

-B 70-
"Target two, possible stinger ambush site, 2 miles."

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