NationStates Jolt Archive

Day 1: 15:50

Prime Minister David Flower ran down the hallway of the Prime Ministerial Mansion.
"Status report, Nabilah", he said
Trying to keep up with him, the young woman with the black hijab said,
"The Parliament building was blown up, it is definitely a VBIED, but we are unsure on whether it was a van or a car bomb."
"Raise the alert level to 4"
She pushed some buttons on her Blackberry.
"Consider it done."
"So you have any pictures?"
"Here is one", she said as she opened the Manila folder.
http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Atentado_ETA_Barajas.jpg
"Oh my god.", Prime Minister Flower said. He stopped in his tracks and then asked,
"How many are dead?"
"Well. . . Parliament was in session, it hit the House of Commons, there were tourists, aides, service workers. Initial estimates are at least at thirteen hundred. The wounded have not been counted yet and the deaths will rise as we find more bodies."
"Fuck.", he said, "I want a meeting of cabinet and then one with the heads of the Communist party. I want a press release out and tonight I will make a speech to the nation. This is a lot but this is a difficult time and we hired you to do a job like this."
"Yes, Mr. Prime Minister.", Nabilah said, walking away.

OOC: Who committed the bombings?

OOC: Who committed the bombings?

ooc- i need to post the announcement of that on like. . . now

Text of a Video Delivered by the SRDA

Day 1: 17:21

http://http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41476000/jpg/_41476956_eta_203.jpg

A group of men with masks concealing their faces is sitting at a table.
The middle man speaks.

"Good day Brittonia. Earlier today, the House of Commons was hit by a truck bomb by one of our freedom fighters. Today, the San Roberto Democratic Army takes responsibility for that attack. We are deeply troubled by the civilian deaths caused by this attack, as we meant to hit the politicians who deliberately hurt the islands' freedom. To the loved ones of the civilian deaths, we do not apologise but your loved ones deaths were necessary to spread freedom through out Brittonia. To all Brittonians living in the Five Saints and the Angel, rejoyce, the days of living in tyranny will soon be over for us all. Finally, to all members of the new Brittonian Parliament and especially to Prime minister David Flower: Blood will flow from the streets in five days unless sovereignty is given to the five Saints and the Angel. This was the SRDA, goodbye.






En espanol,
Buenos dias Brittonia. . . .

Earlier in the day:

Day 1: 16:15

"Status report, Mike!", prime Minister Flower said to the Home Secretary.
"OK, we have over fifteen hundred people dead."
"Shit! Do we know who did it yet?"
"Yes, we got wind of it before the media did, but take a look here.:
Michael Fulp stood up from his chair and handed a Betamax cassette to a guard. The guard then placed it inside a Betamax player.


". . . To all Brittonians living in the Five Saints and the Angel, rejoice, the days of living in tyranny will soon be over for us all. Finally, to all members of the New Brittonian Parliament and especially to Prime Minister David Flower: Blood will flow from the streets in five days unless sovereignty is given to the five Saints and the Angel. This was the SRDA, goodbye. . . "

"God", Prime Minister Flower swore, "and how safe am I?"
The Defense Minister, Ibrahim Jackson stroke his black beard and said, "Technically, this is a mountain resort. This entire room does not exist. This is the safest place in the world. However, at the palace, extra measures will be taken now."
"Can you double my security detail?", Prime Minister Flower asked.
"Consider it done", Minister Jackson said.
"I will personally avenge every Minister's death. Count me on that, men. This will be the start of a long war, gentlemen. But now, I must leave. Goodbye."

Prime Minister walked out of the room, he was escorted by four New Brittonian Marines.

Day 2- 06:00

Exactly on time, Prime Minister David Flower walked into the press room of the Prime Minister’s mansion. He tended to avoid press conferences, so this was a first in a while for him. Still, after this important occasion, he did have to answer a few questions. Behind the podium were the three flags of the regions affected in the attack, the union jack of New Brittonia, the red and black diagonal bicolor triband of the Red Isle, and the fimbriated blue and red vertical bicolor of the city of Epsom. The podium was a simple podium, albeit with dozens of microphones belonging to numerous news agencies and ornamented only with a plaque registering “Prime Minister of New Brittonia” in English, Hindi, Arabic, French, Portuguese, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, Esperanto, Chinese, Russian, Hebrew, and Esperanto, and those are just the official languages of New Brittonia. There are dozens of other minor operating languages that are recognized in New Brittonia.
The press were shocked. Many of them were in offices in the newly finished Media Tower, stationed right across of the Parliament building, and whether they knew it or not if that bomb was in a truck or a larger van such as a mail-truck, chances would have been very likely that many of them would not been able to make it to this press conference. It was fear like this that was in the journalists, the people living in Epsom and the rest of New Brittonia, and it is this fear that is Prime Minister Flower’s responsibility to use and to garner support.
Cameras flashed and assistants brought their boom-sticks closer as Prime Minister Flower stopped at the podium, and placed his cup of coffee down.. He picked up some papers and straightened them and then said,
“Good morning. Today is a sad, sad, day not only for Epsom or Brittonia, but for the entire world. Yesterday, in cold blood, terrorists have attacked our very own parliament, in the search for their own. Well I say that I will not grant their desires for independence. These terrorists have no respect for human life. Over fifteen hundred people have died in this attack. Now, these men might try to portray that these as numbers but if you look at it, each death is a person. Each person has a job, family, friends, mom, dad, husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, lover, and friends. Never forget the faces behind the numbers.
They say that we are the oppressors, the Five Saints and the Angel is one of the richest regions in Brittonia. This nation is a proud nation and I say that we will not divide it up! In recent times, there have been terrorist attacks recently, from Iraq to the UK, to Vetaka, and now here. We all must stand united against these terrorists! New Brittonia is proud and it will stand, because we will not give in to these terrorists! I promise that I will fight to rid the nation of these terrorists who have no regards to human life if it is the last thing I do! Brittonia stands! Brittonia prevails!”
In a calmer voice, Prime Minister flower sipped his coffee and asked,
“Any questions?”



[OOC- if you are RP'ing the press, you can ask me questions]

OFFICIAL DOCUMENT

In order to memorialize the death of the 1,500 people in yesterday's terror attack, we wil be having a memorial service in the city of Epsom in six days. Foreign leaders are encouraged to attend.

Day 2- 07:17
Corridors in the Prime Minister's Palace- Epsom

Prime Minister Flower wandered throughout the halls of the Prime Minister’s Mansion. The building was unusually packed for a Saturday, but circumstances do allow it. Even in these little used hallways, adorned with impressionist pieces and baroque busts. The Prime Minister walked into a storage closet, only to see three people tightly crammed bumped into janitor’s carts and mops.
“Helen, what are you doing here?”, he said, motioning to the graying woman in the center wearing a women’s suit, the other two men were wearing business casual, one was wearing a blue dress shirt and jeans and the other was wearing a red dress shirt and Dockers.
The woman was Helen Carter, now the Minister of Trade. She met David thirty years ago, at the time; she was his boss, his superior officer.
“Oh, I’m having a meeting with some of my interns.” she said to Prime Minister Flower, she then motioned to the men and said, “Gentlemän denna är den premiärministerDavid Blomman, något att sägahälsning.”
Which translated means, “Gentlemen, this is Prime Minister David Flower, say hello.”
“Bra dag.” one said.
“Hälsningar.”, the other said.
“They said hello. I have some Swedish interns working for me, I have to translate for them, well, and I have to go now.” Helen said to Prime Minister Flower.
David opened the door and said, “Bye.”
“Bye”, was the last she said to David and she then said to the interns while walking out,
“Vi behöver att finna våra bundsförvanter, och därefter behöver vi att berätta dem att nya Brittonia är kassaskåpet för handel.”
David sat down and closed the door to the closet.
“Damn”, he thought, “I cannot handle this. I thought that I could handle this, but it is impossible. I’ll have to quit. I don’t know. Quitting when it is hard, but then again when the going get tough the tough get going.”
The door opened, Nadiah walked in with her black hijab and Pink Floyd “Dark Side of the Moon” shirt on.
“David, I was looking all over for you. Helen told me that you were here. What were you doing there?”
“Uhhh. . . “, David replied, “having a meeting.”
“Yeah”, Nadiah replied, “it is hectic out here today. But you have to get more leaders at the ceremony. We need to get it planned out and there is a meeting at the War Room at 7:30.”
This was the time that David knew that he cannot quit. Brittonia was at a state of emergency and now was not the time for crying, it was a time for action.
“Are you coming or not?” Nadiah asked to the still sitting Prime Minister Flower.
“I’m coming . . . right now”, he said.

OFFICIAL DOCUMENT

Prime Minister David Flower invites all world leaders to the Parliament bombings memorial which will be held in six days.

Signed,

Deputy Foreign Minister
Kevin Lynch

We will attend, and discuss possible options for further Calizorinstanian-New Brittionian relations,

signed
Col.John Arnold
Foreign Minister of Calizorinstan

We will attend, and discuss possible options for further Calizorinstanian-New Brittionian relations,

signed
Col.John Arnold
Foreign Minister of Calizorinstan

ooc- I'll tg you when the day of the memorial is.

OOC: Alrighty, I am waiting patiently...

The War Room- Prime Minister’s Palace- Epsom
Day 2- 8:45

David Flower searched throughout the palace, tying to find someone who knew where the war room ,a room that remained untouched for over fifty years, was. Otis Humperdink, an eighty-one-year-old janitor was the only person that Prime Minister Flower could find that knew where the War Room was. Now, when he was appointed Prime Minister, he was given the basic tour of the mansion as all of the rest do, the war room was included with it. However, this room was legally not allowed to be opened unless in the time if war.

The United Socialist States of New Brittonia shall- by law- become a neutral, non-belligerent, nation. Military force shall not- and will never- be used unless the nation of New Brittonia, including its possessions, is attacked by another nation or paramilitary group, or a nation has declared war on New Brittonia Article Two of the Constitution of New Brittonia

After 1952, the final war of Brittonian Unification was won, and the Brittonian constitution was ratified, including the clause of Brittonian Neutrality. Due to the numerous internal conflicts in the nation of New Brittonia, civil wars between the Marquees and those of the Red Isle; whether they be the Democrats, Liberals, Conservatives, Progressives, or Communists, many of the drafters of the Constitution wanted less conflict. Their plan was to eliminate conflict with foreign nations by confirming Brittonian Neutrality. As a sort of symbolic measure, a law was passed that the War Room in the Prime Minister’s mansion was to be locked during times of peace. Now was the exception, and by talking to Cabinet, unanimous approval for the temporary unlocking of the War Room until Parliament can begin session.

David Flower followed Otis, carrying his cart, until he was stopped by two guards, both were big men in their twenties, each weighing over three hundred pounds, they were fat but they were more of a muscular fat. The guards were dressed in black Armani suits. Both men were wearing earpieces, one of the men was grasping his Berretta 92 pistol, but it was still in its holster.
“Do you have clearance…”, the man looked at the janitor’s shirt, seeing a “Hello J My Name is: Otis pin”, “Otis?”.
“Prime Minister Flower fixed his goatee and said,
“He is with me.”
David opened his wallet and gave Otis a N£ 75 not and said,
“Thank you.”
Otis said, “Thank you.”, and then wheeled his cart away.

“So, it was a bitch to find this place, wasn’t it?”. Prime Minister Flower said.
“Well, think about how hard it was for us.”, the other guard said.
That other guard pulled out a platinum skeleton key and put it in the lick, activating the tumblers, and thus opening the door to the War Room

To: New Brittonia
From:The Great Protectorate of FreeDemGov

We wish to offer your nation our condolences and whatever help your nation may require in this difficult and tragic time. In addition, we will be sending an envoy to the memorial service. Let the families know they are in our peoples prayers.

OOC: Is it possible to fund/supply the terrorists?

OOC: Is it possible to fund/supply the terrorists?

My nation won't, but your nation can.

To: New Brittonia
From:The Great Protectorate of FreeDemGov

We wish to offer your nation our condolences and whatever help your nation may require in this difficult and tragic time. In addition, we will be sending an envoy to the memorial service. Let the families know they are in our peoples prayers.


OOC- I will TG you when the memorial service is.

OOC: How would I get into contact with them/who would I meet? I'm pretty certain public broadcasts wouldn't work xD

Or maybe an agent of theirs meets with some of my people?

The War Room- Prime Minister’s Mansion- Epson
Day 2- 08:04

When Prime Minster Flower walked inside the War Room, he could tell that the air had the scent of old, rather musty as if you were opening a fifty-year-old hardback copy of Lord of the Flies . Inside, there were several men sitting around a large table. Using his knowledge of wood that David gained from his father while working in the mill, it was pine. The tale’s design was a simple oval with many simple and smooth curves, high fashion of the 1950s, and the last time the War Room was used. The empty seat was right in front of Flower; he then pushed out the chair and sat down.

A young New Brittonian Army Private walked up to the table and laid down a paper map, measuring one foot by five, of the nation of New Brittonia.

An army general, black with a shaved head and a moustache, said,
“I am sorry for the inconvenience. We can’t get any digital service in here. We need a renovation really soon.” the general said.

“It is all right.” Prime Minister Flower said, “Now, what is it that you want?”

“We have intel you need to see.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” he used a laser pointer and pointed to Epsom, “this was there the bombing was. Moving toward the West, this is the Island of San Roberto, where the head of the SRDA is.”

The general laid out some pictures, the one on top was a satellite image of a large mansion, on a waterfront overlooking some cliffs, larger than the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and then said.

“This is the mansion of Mr. Antonio DeMarco, the Don of the New Brittonian Mafia”

He gave Prime Minister Flower another picture, sating,
“This is him.”

The Prime Minister replied rather perplexedly,
“What is the deal? I thought a simple mob boss wasn’t that big of a threat for us to look at.”

“That was what I thought too, but here is our problem. He not only is the leader of the New Brittonian Branch of la Cosa Nostra , the Mafia, but we believe that he is both the Don of the Mafia here, but is also the leader of the SRDA. Secondly, he has immense contact with the other rebel cells in Sint Eustatius, Saint Pierre, Gabriel, and Saint John and he might be supporting or aiding them in their efforts.”

“Shit!” the Prime Minister cursed, “We have to do something. Can we get a missile out on this mansion and blow it up?”

“Well…” the general said, “no. We cannot. The main reason, which separates the SRDA from the minor organizations in the other islands, is that the SRDA has real power there. People view them, not the San Roberto government or the Brittonian government as legitimate. So, the people view them as the legitimate rulers.”

“Over the whole island‽‽‽”

“Luckily, no, they have everything north of the city of Abruzzi.”

“Well, that is still very bad.”

“Yes, I know. I think that the airport is our worst part.”

“What’s wrong with the airport?”

“Well, Abruzzi is the dividing line of control. Well, when San Roberto International Airport was built, the location was several miles north of the city limits, for noise control and stuff.”

“OK, I kinda know what you are going at, but continue.”

“The Mafia wanted the airport. Many threats later, the deal was that the airport and all roads from the city of Abruzzi to there would be under Abruzzi control. However, 80% of all revenue from the airport goes to the Mafia, which is certainly funneled through slush funds and the works to the SRDA and Don DeMarco’s pockets, instead of the city of Abruzzi. Second, a new airport authority chairman, Sergio DeMarco, Antonio’s great nephew was chosen. He made 30% of the airlines’ profits through Abruzzi go to him. ”

“Damn”, Prime Minister Flower cursed again, albeit in a more hushed tone than before, “Can we take that back?”

“Well, yes we can, but I do have make plans.”

“OK, make that the first attack. When can that go on?”

“In one or two weeks, also, the SRDA is cellular. We are putting agents in the cells we know of to get info.”

“Now what about the five days thing?”

“Oh, all major governmental buildings are as tight as Fort Knox. We have no worry about that.”

“Thank you.”

David then stood up and walked out of the War Room, unfortunately knowing that he will be getting very familiar with this room.

OOC: How would I get into contact with them/who would I meet? I'm pretty certain public broadcasts wouldn't work xD

Or maybe an agent of theirs meets with some of my people?

ooc- you really wanna meet some of my icky terrorists?

OOC: Hell yeah! My nation is essentially sin incarnate. Wanna buy some little kid slaves and sleep with them before eating them on the street? Go ahead! Although you might get killed/robbed for your organs and such...

But yeah, generally if someone intends to kill someone else, we'll happily supply them with anything up to and including tactical nuclear weapons, tanks, soldiers, etc.