NationStates Jolt Archive

The sun glinted of the stony faces of a thousand dead kings and Chancellor's starring out from their niches in the wall. All of them were adorned with some sort of heraldic device that had been out of fashion at least two hundred years before they died. Slightly more noticeable were the hussars standing two to every door, they mirrored the pomp of the surrounding passage. One man mildly sweating walked past the crystal windows and Victorian furniture as he had always done, ending what looked like a long walk at a pair of double doors carved with rolling vines and yet more heraldry.

"Yes Chancellor?" The sweating man asked as he plopped down in front of a middle aged man sorting papers into stacks of exactly the same height. "what can I do?"

"Howard you plot with them?" The man behind the desk asked without removing his eyes from his work. "You would sit behind this desk."

"Sir I don't know what you are..."

"Opplant, Mezziro, Ayyorl I gave you all power but you seek more, you seek to expand your petty companies and your petty influence till there is nothing left. You would have me replaced by someone a wee bit more militant perhaps?"

"George there have been rumblings, there have been mutterings, about such things but not from within your offices, not here. I certainly do not want to see you deposed."

The Chancellor finally took his eyes of his stacks and gave Howard Mortenson a cold look, "that as maybe but perhaps it is time to put down your pitchforks we have a plan. It is not an original one I admit but I believe it shall succeed where other have failed." He pointed to the pile of paper on and motioned 'go ahead to Mortenson who hesitantly too the top most piece and began to read. He nodded a few times as he flew down the sheet, "Yes and?"

"And?" the Chancellor had expected outrage or at least a rousing cheer from his Prime Designate, "This is no minor matter."

"No it's not but when you spend your days around such people as Lady Opplant who plot your murder over the scones you begin to feel that wholesale bloodshed could make the world a better place." He put the paper down and patted the Chancellor on the hand kindly, "I'll inform the regiments of the plan." He stood gave an informal bow and left the Chancellor, the gaping mouthed Chancellor who had always believed the best in people.

"Swish bastard, how long can he keep his post while rotting on a beach in Cyprus."

Diplomatic Message To: The Republic Of Cyprus
From: The Rt. Hon. Chancellor George Patrin of The Most Serene and Autocratic Republic of Waldenburg

For many years now the Island of Cyprus has been divided by a cultural battle, that from Waldenburg's view is pointless. Greeks against Turks is a trivial matter when the nation of Waldenburg is both of these things culturally and they share their power amongst a Parliament. To that extent we offer a following proposal Cyprus will join Waldenburg as two Autonomous regions in side the Republic, one Greek and attached only to Greece, the other Turk and attached by law only to Anatolia.

All your freedoms will be maintained as those who wish for the decade of bickering to end will have their wish granted as they finally see Cyprus joined with it's heritage. We will create two different states one in Anatolia and one in Greece should both factions agree they need never consort with the other though we suggest you do. We of course need not brooch the other subjects that such a union would benefit, such as the mass industrialization of Anatolia and the economic prospects of such a huge untapped monetary source is amazing.

Your cultures may finally be reunited with their homelands in a way that will bring about and end to fighting as we welcome and cherish both cultures, not to mention the more everyday matters of union such as protection, free trade fishing and oil rights that have so far been denied you because of this conflict. Hopefully you will accept this as it is proposed in the utmost hope of reuniting our lost brothers.

Signed:
Chancellor George Patrin

The ink blotted a bit as he signed his name on the document which would be delivered by courier to Cyprus. The attaché who had taken it closed the door quietly leaving the Chancellor alone with his thoughts and the sounds of the Aviary that had been installed by his predecessor and he didn't have the heart to get rid, though often thought of borrowing a flamethrower and repaying them for years of sleepless nights. "Inform the Federation of the plan they will be most interested and hopefully they should get what they want." He froze and starred a a hat rack for a long moment then shook his head and returned to his desk slowly pushing the hair out of his eyes.


OOC Will need someone to Rp Cyprus

Federation Command and Control, Arkanis

"Incoming message from Waldenburg, General! It's about Cyprus."

"Put it on screen, on the double." Allied-General Carson McClain's eyes quickly scanned over the brief message from their Waldenburg allies. He smiled softly. Yes, those bases would be theirs yet. He cleared his throat and turned to the rest of the control room.

"Tell the Operation Safety fleet to move out towards Cyprus post haste. I want them in position ASAP. I want the Zero Hour out of dock and underway in less than twenty four hours. Prepare the 5th Airborne for immediate deployment and get the transports ready. I want our three squadrons of F/A-18 Hornets ready for immediate dustoff when I give the command. Get the other Generals on the line and let them know we're raising the DEFCON Level to 3. Let's move people."

Jeronic Naval Base, Jeronic, Douglas

"Attention all personnel. The crew of the Zero Hour is to report for immediate deployment. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. The crew of the Zero Hour, report to stations for immediate deployment."

Floodlights snapped on to the Zero Hour, the second of the Federation's frigates still in wetdock. This message blared on all the megaphones placed on all the street corners throughout the port city.

Operation Safety Fleet, just outside Federation territorial waters

Commander Harold Meniaten ripped the communique coming in from Command. His eyes scanned it rapidly as he smiled. Finally, no more sailing in circles. They might actually see some action.

"Lieutenant, get the rest of the fleet on the line. Operation Safety is dead. Operation Buffer Zone is now in effect. All ships turn to Cyprus and advance at flank speed."

"Yessir!" Came the reply. Meniaten smiled to himself as the Dauntless turned west towards Cyprus. Oh yes, it was going to be a good day indeed.

OOC: Bump so people can actually see this.

President Tassos Papadopoulos Stood in his office looking out over the capital city the sun shining against this thinning grey hair as he rubbed his moustache; Looking out over the city at all he was in charge. He smiled it had been a long road to get here but now he was here; all was right with the world. A young man walked in holding a piece of paper.

"Mr President" he said with a polite Bow;

"What is it My good fiend" the President said to his long time aid and friend Michael; "We have a diplomatic message from our neighbours Waldenburg" he said placing the piece of paper down. "There is also a situation regarding out southern neighbour of Ambrose-Douglas" Michael said as he put down an off yellow file on the Presidents desk.

"What kind of situation?" the president asked curiously

"Well the Coastguard reports a large amount of military ships heading towards us; Specifically Frigates Sir…they might actually attack" the aide said uncertainly.

"Why on earth would the Republic attack us" the President dismissed with a wave of hand; "We have nothing they could want" he said simply.

"Read the reports yourself Tassos" Michael spoke up; using the Presidents first name was rare even for Michael but doing conveyed the seriousness of the situation to the President as the President picked up the file and read over it he visibly gawked.

"This is impossible; it can't be true" the President said simply.

"I assure you sir; it is; our observation posts have been checking this data for days and until an hour ago they were sailing in circles; now they're heading for us" Michael said; he hid the sigh. Despite the Presidents centralist policies he was a bit of an idealist he knew the president didn't want to have to give this order unless he absolutely had to and it was Michael's job to convince the president that this was the case.

"Alright Michael; get General Panagiotakis Up here; Take us to Threat Condition 3 and start mobilising the Guard" he said with a sigh. "Hopefully we won't have to use them" the President still hoped this was all a misunderstanding as he sat down at his desk to draft a reply to the Waldenburg Chancellor


Dear Chancellor;

While your offer is most certainly enticing and in some ways logical Cyprus enjoys its freedom and sovereignty; of course this might come as a shock to you however at this time we cannot commit to a policy of unification with your nation dispute our national heritage. We may not be rich; we may not be a world power but generally our people are happy and content Mr Chancellor so at this time I must turn down your request and retain our national Sovereignty. Though perhaps if you were willing to grant us complete autonomy and self rule with us as …a protectorate we may be able to reach some kind of compromise.

Signed with Kind Regards.
President Tassos Papadopoulos

OOC: I can do Cyprus since AD is doing NK :D

OOC Thank You although I think I may be doing a bit for North Korea too ;)

Response From: His Excellency Chancellor George Patrin
To: President Tassos Papadopoulos

It would hardly be giving up your independence, you would be completely autonomous with every right of a free state except of course to make private alliances and declare war. Though we respect your position, there is much to gain from our alliance, as brothers we share many of the same cultural sameness and we could easily be in your shoes. We would offer you protection from all who threaten you, including yourselves. But if you are sure then we say bless you though as it as civil wars only get worse.

Signed:
George Patrin

"I can't say i expected it to work," Mortenson said as he gazed out the window at the Republic Guard parade field. "They really do not need us."

The Chancellor paused everything even breathing for a moment, if Moretenson had been turned around he would have seen the "I've done something clever" look on the face of the Chancellor. Patrin cleared his throat, "Certainly they do not need us yet."

Encrypted Message To: President Turin of Ambrose Douglas
From: CGP

Cyprus has declined our first offer perhaps it is time to begin our plan of action. Perhaps if they were invaded by a foreign power then they would be more likely to side peacefully with MEAT. If you would commence your attack on Cyprus we will follow up shortly with our proposal of Re-Union. If that fails though we shall join the fray at your side. Begin the assault at you will.

Signed:
CGP

OOC Oaer to you AD

Federation Command and Control, Arkanis

"Message incoming from Waldenburg, sir." A ensign manning the comm unit called out to General McClain.

"Well, put it through." The message flashed up on the General's screen. A larger smile broke out onto his face. "Get me Commander Meniaten. It's time for us to throw a party."

FNS Dauntless, Operation Buffer Zone

"Of course, General. The attack will proceed as soon as we are in position, General." General McClain signed off and Commander Meniaten turned back to his forces on the bridge. "Alright, listen up. We'll be moving into position shortly. The flyboys are going to come in and take out any Exocet missile launchers in our vicinity. They will establish complete air superiority over our sector, taking out any SAMs that may be a threat to our transports. As soon as the Exocet's are down, we move in, taking out known SAM batteries and troops concentrations near the coast using our Styx missiles off the Ultimate and Hard Times." He paused for a moment to look at the readouts.

"According to command, we have thirty nine F/A-18 Hornets inbound, twelve F-5 Tiger IIs, twenty five F-15Is, and forty eight F-16As. They will be escorting ten Boeing 707-300s and fifteen C-130s carrying members of the 5th Airborne. Their target is the base area between Lamaca and Famagusta. however, command says that if Cyprus pulls their heads out of their asses and surrenders, then the troops will never actually touch the ground. Questions?" The commander's comm unit crackled as Captain Kristin Eullus of the Failsafe spoke up.

"Just one, Commander. What of the Zero Hour?"

"She will join us as fast as Commander Inton can move her rig. Command hopes that she will be used for nothing more than intimidation purposes."

"Roger that, Commander. 10-4."

"Other questions? No? The planes are approaching people, let's move." The bridge instantly became a flurry of activity as the running lights were doused and the ships disappeared into the night.

Two hours later, eight Styx SSM flashed out from the night, four each from the Ultimate and Hard Times. They were aimed at probable Exocet missile locations (Cyprus only had three total) and probable SAM battery positions.

Just five minutes after that, the Hornets, minutes ahead of everyone else, swooped in, dropping 500lb laser-guided smart bombs towards enemy positions, avoiding the runways on the military base areas.

Communique from President Turian to Chancellor Patrin

Attack started. Commence with diplomacy at your leisure. Tell them if the surrender, the transports will turn around. They have ninety minutes to comply. Our transports are already in the air.

CJT

Diplomatic Message From: Chancellor George Patrin
To: President Tassos Papadopoulos

We did not want to cause undue harm by enlightening you to our more subtle reasons for union, through our alliance in MEAT we have heard of the Federation's plans to invade Cyprus. As you are our own blood we could not possibly allow that, though did not want to tip of the Federation so quickly to our leanings. As I am sure your radar is picking up, you island will soon be invaded by men offering much less then what we are, men who will only offer occupation and bloodshed. Sign the union now save your country, allow my troops to fight with yours, and then push back the invaders. It is an offer that will save many lives and we will continue to offer, until the end.

Signed:
George Patrin

SIC: Parliamentary infantry, and navy brought to full readiness, along with the private regiments of the Chancellor, and the Prime Designate.

As the Incoming attacks were detected it was now just a matter of response; no body could say they went down without a fight as the Excocet Batteries flashed to life launching 20 Excocet Missiles towards the oncoming fleet before disappearing in a pillar of flames.

Coastal SAM and Gun Batteries opened fire on the approaching aircraft with 24 minstrel Missiles firing into the sky from 12 twin launchers towards the F/A-18's before suffering the same fate as the Excocet batteries. The Cypriot Guard meanwhile was mobilising into the hills and forests as well as the streets of major cities.

They knew that it was likely they would all die; but blood had already been spilled and Cypriot blood was expensive - you should never spill it without knowing the price and in this case the price was making the enemy bleed for every inch of land it took.

All TV and Radio stations all over Cyprus were broadcasting this message;

"To Paraphrase Winston Churchill. We will fight on the beaches; and though the forests, fields and trenches; we will fight in the streets; in our homes, in the sewers and from the rooftops. We will never surrender we will never give up and if we should die then we'll give them HELL before we do!" The General was a large hulk of a man; with a huge frame and a grey beard the touched his chest his very presence inspired the troops from the young and new to the old and battle hardened.

"Free Cypriots! Free Turks! Stand with me now; be remembered as the few who stood against many; the free who stood against the tyrannical and that even though we may be weaker; we can make them bleed!" The Message cut out to a healthy 'Hoo'rah"

OOC: No response to Waldy's message?

OOC: No response to Waldy's message?

I'll do that in a bit; I wanted to get the critical stuff out of the way first