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Two days ago at approximately 5:30 PM, the dictator known only as "Nick the Wolf" exercised his authority as Chancellor over the media to broadcast the following speech to the citizens of Meadonia on ALL channels similtaniously:

"Gentlemen, prepare yourselves.
Last night top military scientists working in hidden underground laboratories made an important discovery. I won't bore you with the details since they're classified, and, lets face it I'm the only one with clearance, but it's big. Real big. World changing.
For some time now Meadonia under my leadership has remained a motionless, uninvolved player on the world stage. We have remained silently hidden in the shadows, waiting for our time to come. Gathering information, biding our time. Well my friends, that time has come to an end.
I offer the rest of the world a simple choice: stand aside as we pursue our goals, or we will crush you. I do so hate to resort to violence, I am not one with the stomach for it, but, well, sometimes we have to do things we don't want to.
Goodnight my friends."

The next day at approximately 9:00 AM, the [SHIP NAME UNKNOWN] stationed in International Waters 10 miles off the coast of Meadonia recieved this spoken transmission:

"Hello, little one.
You are parked illegally -snort- Would the owner of the battleship please move your vehicle -giggle- or face impoundment."

Contact was lost soon after.

Our only past connection with Meadonia is their representative to the UN. We have approached the Senator for an explanation of these actions, or at the very least a declaration of war, bur when we found him, it was apparent that he was in no fit state to tell us anything. I will never forget the scene as he was dragged out, giggling and naked.

It would appear that Meadonia is preparing for war. Unfortunently, that's all we can tell you, after that, it's all guesswork. Little is known about Meadonia, its military, or its purpose. Attempts to discover more have been met with polite resistance. In fact, the last was met with the message "Now cut that out", before contact was lost.

The situation is serious.

-UN Briefing on the subject of Meadonia

OOC: Someone claim ownership of the battleship. It's gonna be important soon...

Aight, I claim

IC:

A transmission was sent in to central command from destroyer 56-A2

"We have been contacted by what we believe to be another ship, shall we try to make contact?"

"Affirmative, any signs of hostility, pummel into a watery grave"

The Government of Flatvia is worried by these developments, especially since they are in our general region of the world. She shall monitor this situation closely. The Department of Defence has been instructed by the Minister to detirmine the whereabouts of every ship in our nations navy. Once thier locations have been verified we will inform you if the ship in question belongs to us.

Nathan Field was scared, real scared.

Where had he gone wrong? He clutched his head in despair. Well paying job with the government, wife, kids. His own little house by the beach. And yet...

His head snapped back up. He thought he heard something in the distance. Something big, moving towards him. Maybe he was just being paranoid

What had happened? He was living the dream until...He shuddered. His idilic lifestyle was behind him now, now he was a wanted man, on the run from the government he had once worked for. Fleeing for his life.

The dingy wasn't that well made. He'd run down to the beach, grabbed the first boat he could find, and paddled as hard as he could to get away from that god-forsaken island. He didn't have a plan, didn't know what he was going to do. All he knew was that he had to get to safety.

He looked up again. In the distance he could see a ship...the markings were unknown. Looked foreign. He started to paddle desperately towards it: maybe they could help him...

56-A2 was cautiously creeping forward, the captain was to give orders to shoot any potential hostiles. A crew member walked in and stood to attention.

"Captain! there is something floating up ahead, to the starboard side, we think its a boat"

The captain ordered some members of the crew to take a life boat and check it out.

Nathan was only barely clinging onto conciousness. The cold winds, and the effort of what he'd done was finally taking it's toll on him.

The noise was closer now. He looked up. A boat was coming towards him.

"Help...me..."

OOC:
Interesting. I will be monitoring the events as they unfold. As soon as I gather all my information for my Navy again I will post back here joining the frey. But that won't be for a little bit as I need to figure it all out again.

Stupid me forgot to write everything down before NSWiki went down...

OOC: Hey, sure thing! :)

OOC: TAG... and ya, what happened to NSWiki? I'm gone for like 2 or so months on NS and now NSWiki's got some big problems...

OOC: TAG... and ya, what happened to NSWiki? I'm gone for like 2 or so months on NS and now NSWiki's got some big problems...

OOC:
Goobs went to go switch pay servers and the one that he picked's (which happens to be the one that I suggested) MySQL databases arn't big enough to fit Wiki. That and he's busy with school and other stuff.

OOC: OOC unrelated to ask why the is so much OOC unrelated but my IC makes my OOC alright...

IC:

The crew brought aboard an exhausted man, he had clearly been at sea for a while. The dinghy in which he say traveling in seemed to be broken up and in a state of disrepair. The captain told the crew to put him in the brig until they had worked out who he was and why he was in the middle of the sea on a destroyed dinghy. He seemed to be semi-unconscious, and was mumbling in a language they could not understand.

OOC: Just quickly, what language do your guys speak? I'll edit it in after...

IC:
As he lay in the brig, Nathan could hear the men talking. He didn't know who they were, but from the sound of things they certainly wheren't from Meadonia. That was a positive. They could help him.

Unconciousness enveloped him, and, at the same time, an odd sense of relief. It was the best he'd felt in a while...

OOC: Stratorian, but some people on board can speak English

IC:

ZN56-A2 112, 112 for short, had been placed in charge of the brig. He had just became a member of the crew before the ship had departed from the Stratorian docks 3 months ago. He was well built and muscled, but he was one of those kinks in the Stratorian education system. Usually, students fit best into one job description and were then moved into further training for that job. 112 fit well into the navy, but also had equal skills in language and reasoning, had he done the test during a militarization period, he would probably be a diplomat. As he sat there watching the man in front of him, he felt the bars were completely unnecessary due to the condition of the man. 112 realized the man would be unconscious for a while, so he resigned himself to wait.

Orbit

A rather powerful multi-lens sattelite system peered downwards. Silent. Watchful.

"On your feet, Soldier!"

Nathan could hear a familiar voice. Sgt Grimshaw? The man had been a legend in his time; there was no conflict he hadn't been part of, no problem he couldn't solve. He would have made Colonel but for his own insistance...Nathan though back to his time under Grimshaw. He'd been like a father to him. He could almost see him in front of him...

"I said ON YOUR FEET, SOLDIER! Dear god man, are you a man or a mouse? You have a job to do! Now stop sulking and get to it!"

Nathan sat up with a start, a cold sweat drenching him to the bone

150 Nautical Miles North of the Stratorian Destroyer "56-A2", Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) White-Rose:

The relations between Strator and Vetaka had been tense at best the two nations had been butting head since the day they had first encountered eachother. Strators domestic treatment of its people was abusive at best and Strators Foreign Policy was all about profit its continued decsion to engage in Slave Trading had brought Strator to Vetaka to war in which the Vetakan Dominion had occupied Strator for numerous years since the fragile peace the Vetakan Government had gone on to founder such Anti Strator movements as The Theeb Accords and the United Federation of Allied Nations.

Vetaka had continully placed a full scale Embargo on Strator and had continued to push Strator to change, as part of such a push the Vetakan Military had been ordered to follow and investigate Strators Actions around the world. As a result the DMG built Chieftain Class Pocket Battleship the White Rose had been on International Patrol when it had detected the Stratoran Destroyer afte informing VDF High Command they had altered course to investigate the Destroyer which lay so close to the neutral state of Meadonia.

VDFNS White-Rose's Operations Room was a hive of activity live OBSAT Spy Satellite Feeds where coming in showing the activity of the Stratoran Destroyer. The Ships Captain paced the room he was confused what was the Stratoran Destroyer doing so close to this neutral nation Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service had no evidence to suggest something rotten was happening. The Captain was a strong willed experienced man whom had twice rejected promotion to Admiral he was Captain Jack Spanner he was sick of tip toeing around with Diplomatic Protocal set by the Foreign Office, Captain Jack sighed and spoke:

"Helm continue slow to 26 Knots, Continue Course. Comms send this on all Channels:

Attention Stratoran Destroyer 56-A2 this is Captain Jack Spanner of the Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship White-Rose of the VDF Naval 4th Battlegroup I represent the Vetakan Dominion. You are requested to explain your reasons for being within 10 miles of the nation of Meadonia we have intercepted communications suggesting you are here against the will of the Meadonian Government if you have been instructed to leave then you are to leave for we will be forced to Intervene. Our Governments are soon to meet I would hate to overshadow the occasion because a Stratoran Destroyer had got lost because of a Navigational Error. If you require Medical or Engineering assistance we can render such aid. You have 6 minutes to respond".

Captain Jack chuckled he trully loved his job being at the frontline of the Vetaka's Foreign Policy he smiled before roaring:

"Tactical Alert. All hands to stations"

With that Orange Lights across the ship and the Tactical Klaxon began to sound. The Crew began to prepare for immediate actions the Guns where loaded and ready. The Sick Bay prepared for an influx of casualties, and the Marines readied themselves for Combat.

The Captain was slightly confused upon hearing the transmission from the Vetakans. He had never heard of this nation, Meadonia, and has heard nothing of being in foreign territory. This voyage was meant to train the 23 new crew members on the open sea, according to all the maps they had on board these were international waters. He then thought of that weird transmission they had received earlier, this was supposed to be a secure military line. If he had not been from Strator, he might have even assumed that an admirals child was messing around in their parent's office. He gave the order to turn the ship aroudn and then turned on his radio transmitter and replied to the Vetakans.

"Captain Spanner, I assure you we had no Idea we were in Meadonian waters, I have just given the order to leave the area. I am very sorry for this misunderstanding."

He realized that the man in the brig might know some thing of this Meadonia.


112 noticed the man in front of him start to stir, he knew that the man would probably not know Stratorian so he asked in English

"Hello, what is your name"

Although he was good with languages, and could speak four languages fluently, he always retained that harsh accent which accompanied Stratorian as a mother tongue.

OOC: HAHAHA! I couldn't help but smile after reading that.

IC:
UNDERGROUND BUNKER DELTA, CLASSIFICATION - TOP SECRET:
Jason Gere stared blankly at the screen, tapping the keyboard in front of him. He took a breath, and raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr Gere?"

He stood up, and turned slowly.

"Sir, some of the readings I'm getting indicate a possible situation, and you are my superiour and all..." he trailed off, doubtfully. He was certain he was about to be called out in front of his colleagues, before being sent, shame faced, back to his computer. To his suprise, the berating never came.

"Have you double checked?"

"Triple, sir. The computer doesn't lie. It appears that..."

"I know damn well what it looks like!" The superiour took a deep breath before continuing. "Sarah, get me the Chancellor's office. We have a problem."

Ten minutes later, Secret Service were crawling all over the building, and a very, very small and timid Jason Gere was standing before the Chancellor himself.

"You are the man who discovered this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You know, of course, what this data means?"

"Yes, Sir."

The Chancellor sighed, and turned to face the head of the SS taskforce

"Captain, this never happened."

The Captain nodded. He understood his orders.

CENTRAL COMMAND, MEADONIA:
"My day cannot get any worse."

Captain Andrews nervously paced the floor of the Communications Center of Central Command. He hadn't slept in the last 36 Hours, and desperately, desperately needed a coffee.

"Ah, sir? Yeah, it just did. Take a look at this."

The signals operator handed him the print-out, a badly developed picture of an unconcious man being dragged onboard a military class ship.

"Fugitive 17349 Nathan Field has escaped. And that's not our ship."

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2" :
Nathan turned with a start. There was a large man sitting, staring at him.

"Hello, what is your name?" the man asked. Nathan recognised the language as English. But before he answered, Nathan had a question of his own:

"Where?"

OOC: whats so funny?

112 had not really been expecting a reply, as the man looked too dazed to speak, so he was shocked when that single word came out of his mouth. 112 was about to answer the mans question when he was cut off by a man in the doorway.

"You are aboard the Stratorian Battleship 56-A2, we found you in a dinghy floating out at sea. By Stratorian law, I am not allowed to release you until after you have answered a few questions. You see, I am a bit confused at the moment, and I am wondering, do you perhaps know of this nation 'meadonia'?"

112 had seen the captain and quickly stood to attention, the captains face was expressionless as he waited for an answer. His jaw seemed set tightly in place though, and his eyes were summing up the man in the brig.

139 Nautical Miles North of the Stratorian Destroyer "56-A2", Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) White-Rose:

"Sir we have a response from the Stratorian Vessal" shouted the Comms Officer across the Bridge.

"Lets Hear it" replied Captain Jack

The Communications Officer snatched a print-out from the printer fixed it to a metal clipboard and spun on his chair taking on a narrative tone he spoke:

"To VDFNS White-Rose, Captain Spanner, I assure you we had no Idea we were in Meadonian waters, I have just given the order to leave the area. I am very sorry for this misunderstanding."

Captain Jack's mind swam in thought as what to do eventually he spoke his voice carrying across the Bridge:

"Helm slow to 20 Knots, Continue Course. Comms Alert the Admiralty. Announce our position and intent to the Meadonian Government. Inform them we are peaceful and are only apporaching their waters in response to the Strartorian Ship."

"Aye Aye Captain" came a number of replies.

OBSAT Military Communication:

To: Meadonian Government, Military Command
From: Captain Jack Spanner, Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship White-Rose

THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR THE MEADONIAN GOVERNMENT VIA THE APPROPIATE MILITARY COMMAND STOP I AM CAPTAIN JACK SPANNER OF THE VDFNS WHITE-ROSE STOP WE ARE A PEACEFUL NATION AND HAVE ONLY BEGUN TO APPROACH YOUR WATERS IN RESPONSE TO THE PRESENCE OF THE STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2" WHICH IS LOCATED AT THE FOLLOWING CO-ORDINATES (XXX,XXX,XXX,XXX) STOP WE MEAN YOU NO HARM AND ONLY WISH TO ENSURE INTERNATIONAL PEACE STOP WE WILL REMAIN WITHIN INTERNATIONAL WATERS AT ALL TIMES UNLESS REQUESTED TO ENTER YOUR WATERS BY YOUR GOVERNMENT FULL STOP

OOC:

Strator what class of Ship is this? Linky?
VDFNS White-Rose (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10242797&postcount=1658)

Aircraft Aboard:

-1 Lynx Anti Submarine Warfare Helicopter
-1 Merlin Medium Lift Helicopter
-2 Eurofighter Typhoon Fighters

OOC: I haven't started making Stratorian ships,so Ill just say its a standard dreadnought, I don't know enough about ships to give much detail, soz

CENTRAL COMMAND, MEADONIA:

"Sir, 'nother one hot off the sat'!"

Captain Andrews read the communique:


THIS IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FOR THE MEADONIAN GOVERNMENT VIA THE APPROPIATE MILITARY COMMAND STOP I AM CAPTAIN JACK SPANNER OF THE VDFNS WHITE-ROSE STOP WE ARE A PEACEFUL NATION AND HAVE ONLY BEGUN TO APPROACH YOUR WATERS IN RESPONSE TO THE PRESENCE OF THE STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2" WHICH IS LOCATED AT THE FOLLOWING CO-ORDINATES (XXX,XXX,XXX,XXX) STOP WE MEAN YOU NO HARM AND ONLY WISH TO ENSURE INTERNATIONAL PEACE STOP WE WILL REMAIN WITHIN INTERNATIONAL WATERS AT ALL TIMES UNLESS REQUESTED TO ENTER YOUR WATERS BY YOUR GOVERNMENT FULL STOP

"Two ships in one day!? How the HELL did they find us?"

"Working on it Sir"

"Alright, now to deal with the immediate problem. Ah...send them this:"

Captain Jack Spanner, Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship White-Rose, this is Meadonia Central Command. Message recieved and understood.

"Did we get an ident on the ship that picked up Field?"

"Printing it now, sir. It's the same one."

"Right. Message continues:"

You have our permission to persue Destroyer "56-A2". We remind you to take ALL neccessary actions before resorting to violence. Message ends

"That ought to to do. Hopefully those damn fools will go and blow each other up. Now, I want some answers on how they found us, get me-"

"Getting them, Sir"

Andrews smiled, despite himself.

"Wait until I say it, otherwise what's the point of having me here, 'ey wonderboy? Now, get me a link to the bubble team, find out what happened. If anybody wants me, I'm getting a coffee. The shit's about to hit the fan, and I can't face it without my beans."

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
"Me...Meadonia?" Nathan struggled to gain enough air to talk "I...I c-come from there..." The ramifications of all that had happened suddenly hit him "We...we need to get out of here...!"

Foreign Ministry Office, Red Tide

Foreign Minister Vyacheslav Gromkyo re-read the report in his hands, the nation of Meadonia had dropped off the map... metaphorically, of course. Shaking his head, he placed it in the 'hold-on-too' pile on his desk. It would probably go into some drawer and kept there until a future report would surface his memory. The Intelligence-Commissarat Chief and Defense Minister was undoubtly going too do the same, the others? Probably not... it didnt concern them.

The Totalitarian State, however, would monitor the situation.

In the Evoinian Capital...

Maximillan Renault sat alone in his office when one of his aides came knocking at his door.
"What is it?"

"Sir, It's the Meadonians... They've launched a defencive strike against Strator." said the Aide.

"Hmm... that will be, problematic." said Renault. "Continue to monitor the situation and report back any major changes. I don't want our friends Strator finding out we have ties with Meadonia."

As the aide began to walk away, Renault sighed. "And activate the Comm. Link to Meadonia, we need to discuss trade relations and an upcomming summit."

The Aide nodded and left, while Renault awaited confirmation of the uplink.
"This better pan out nicely... Otherwise, we might be placed in an awkward position."

The captain became visibly more tense. By Stratorian law, he was required to question the man, but as they were in Meadonian territory, keeping the man in custody was dangerous. The man also said something about leaving, was he some kind of criminal that he was in such a hurry? He was deciding on a course of action when he heard the radio operator speak into his com-link.

"Sir, we have intercepted a message on a secure line, it appears the Meadonians are not friendly, I repeat, Meadonians are not friendly. They have requested that the Vetakan vessel pursues us, this may not turn out well."

"I am coming up, keep course away from Meadonia"

112 stood straighter and called to the captain before he left.

"Sir, permission to resume questioning of the Meadonian?"

"Permission granted"

With that, the captain bolted out of the room. 112 turned to the Meadonian.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave your country? Who are you, what is your name?"

CENTRAL COMMAND, MEADONIA:
"Sir, Evoinia on line 7. Patching you through now."

Captain Andrews grimaced before picking up the phone on his desk. The Evoinians had been useful so far, and he saw no reason to be hostile to them. Still...

"Hello Renault. How did you get this number?"

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
"My...my name? F-Fields. Nathan Fields" Nathan stood, offering him a hand. His mother had taught him always to shake when introduced.

"A-a-as for my flight," he stammered, "I'm wanted by the government on charges of t-t-treason."

The man got to his feet in alarm

"N-n-no! It's not like that! I'm i-i-innocent! I w-was just trying to do the right thing." The effort of standing was taking it's toll on him. He collapsed back on to the floor.

"W-w-we must get out of h-here!"

112 nodded.

"I must run this by the captain first, he is a reasonable man, he will hear what you have to say"

112 walked over to the intercom and pressed a few buttons.

"Captain, the Meadonian, he says his name is Nathan, he says he is wanted for treason."

"From what we have gathered, this nation, Meadonia, does not seem to be very open with national matters. The Vetakans have no knowledge of this man being in our custody. He will be getting his wish, we shall leave Meadonian territories. I believe the great leader will wish to know more about this, continue with further questioning"

112 turned to Nathan, the man was clearly weak, so, to help the flow of information, he got some rations and a glass of water.

"eat, drink. My name is 112, can you please tell me more about what is going on?"



Meanwhile, the captain had just called in to fleet control, they had agreed with his current course of action and the ship began to move at full speed towards Strator.

Renault chuckled. "The same way I get everything, Andrews. We have connections. Now, what in all hell is going on with Strator? You realize how this could easily upset our planning."

He sighed. "In any case, we've made the arrangements for your agents to join us... If your planning any assassinations, lets us know so we can establish some form of deniablility, just in case."

119 Nautical Miles North of the Stratorian Destroyer "56-A2", Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) White-Rose:

"Sir, Response from the Meadonian Government". pipped up the Communications Officer

The Comms Officer yet again printed the message and handed it to the Captain whom read it over. He blinked and handed it to his Operations Officer whom read it over and blinked as well. The XO shook his head and spoke:

"Strange. Why would they want us to pursue Strator? Do these people not have their own Navy?"

"VSIS Intelligence doesn't know considering these people are a somewhat young nation" spoke the Intelligence Officer

"Something doesn't smell right" spoke the Communications Officer

"Agreed. Helm alter course get us as close to the Stratorian Vessal but keep us in International Waters. If these Meadonians think they can drag us into some sort of backward plans they have. They are dead wrong. Launch the Typhoons tell them to maintain Patrol in International Airspace. Comms get on to VDFNS Red-Rose they should be 300 Nautical Miles south us. Request they make for our position as soon as possible, something doesn't smell right and id feel alot better if our Sister Ship was here." spoke the Captain

"Aye Aye, Sir" came a number of replies.

VDFNS Red-Rose was the sister ship of the VDFNS White-Rose she was also a Chieftain Class Pocket Battleship VDF Naval Protocol stated all patrol ships had a operated in two's. As a result the White-Rose's sister ship the Red-Rose commanded by Spanners good friend Captain Kent was altering course and going to full speed to the White-Roses Aid. Aboard the White Rose the ships two Eurofighter Typhoons where being prepared and where taking off they would ensure the White-Rose was protected as much as was possible. Aboard the Bridge a second message was sent to the Stratorian Ship again the Captain Jacks Voice was broadcast live across the radio waves deliberately on an open channel so that the Meadonians could here:

"Stratorian Destroyer 56-A2 this is VDFNS White-Rose, we have been requested by the Meadonian Government to ensure you leave these waters and enter International Waters. However we are aware you have begun to leave and as such we will mealy follow you and ensure you do leave. We have no desire for conflict however we will defend ourselves if attacked. Perhaps you would like to come aboard once these waters are behind us for some drinks?"

Vetaka was a peaceful nation at heart and if a friendship with Strator could be achieved then this was a massive victory for the Dominion. The Stratorian Destroyer was not only been watched by Spanners Ship a number of high powered Spy Satellittes had assumed orbit watching the Stratorian Ship and observing the Meadonians.

Suddenly there was an alert which passed by Renault's desk.
"Those RedTidians and their orphan abusing..." muttered Renault.

He turned to the uplink and smiled.
"Andrews, I have a slight favor to ask of you. Let your commanders know that Evoinia, along with several of her allies, are being threatened by the nation of RedTide2. Concider helping us in this matter enough for us to be concidered even, after all... We are getting your people into that conference."

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=543984

CENTRAL COMMAND, MEADONIA:
Andrews chuckled, "I'll see what I can do Renault. As for deniability, I think the best why to keep that is if I don't tell you what they're up to. Just be sure they're in the right place, at the right time. We'll take care of the rest."

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
Nathan greatfully accepted the food. It seemed like a life time since he'd eaten. He knew it was being used to get him to co-operate, but really he didn't care.

"112? W-what kind of name is that? I d-doubt that's what they call y-you at home. A-as for an explanation, I th-think that's best left 'till w-were safe."

He took another sip of water.

"Th-the rest of you guys are gonna want to hear this."

112 chuckled at the mans response.

"yes, they do not call me that in Strator, for it is my Navy name, In strator we find it easier to give names according to jobs and provinces. It is easy to know where someone works just by hearing their name, but in the military we have a slightly different format of name, so we are only allowed to use it on board our craft. my full name on board is actually ZN56-A2 112, but I doubt you want to call me that. As for you not telling me, I need to tell the captain something aside from 'your going to tell us later' otherwise he will think I was slacking off. could you tell me something about yourself?"


Meanwhile, on the bridge

The captain listened to the transmission from the Vetakans, he smiled and replied.

"Understood"

South of VDFNS White Rose:

The Silent Submarine cruised through the water slowly within less than 30 miles of the massive Vetakan Battleship it slowed and eventually came a to halt. Holding its position for a few moments it eventually fired two Torpedos these zoomed at speed towards the Vetakan Ship. Not waiting to see if it its target the Submarine suddenly altered course and veered off at full speed to the safety of the deep International Waters.

Air Approaching Meadonia:

"Phase 1 Complete. Begin the Mission" spoke one voice

"Roger" came a second voice

With that the massive flotialla of planes that was approaching meadonia sped up arming its weapons the B-52 and B-2 Spirits guarded and escorted by F-22 Raptors and Eurofighter Typhoons split off into smaller groups approaching the Large Cities and all the Meadonian Airbases the Attack Groups began to fire Air to Ground Missiles against Military Targets, Unguided Munitions against Airfields and Napalm and VX Gas Bombs against the Meadonian Cities. Whilst the bombers launched the attack of death the escorts fought and danced with the Meadonian Air Force.

36 Nautical Miles North of the Stratorian Destroyer "56-A2", Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) White-Rose:

The Sonar Operator aboard the VDFNS White-Rose was a newly promoted Officer she had limited experience and her posting aboard the White-Rose was up to now the highlight of her Naval Career. She was Liutenant Becky Barnes a damn good operator she was cleaning her glasses when her station all of a sudden went crazy with alarms, replacing her Alarms her eyes narrowed on the screen "Torpedos Two of Them coming up fast from a seemingly invisible submarine. Could it be the Stratorians or the Meadonians? At that moment she slammed her hand into a massive red button and began to shout:

"Red Alert!! TORPEDO TORPEDO!!! 0200 and 0160. Off the Port Quarter and and Off the Starboard Quarter."

Spanner ran across to the station thundering:

"Red Alert!!! Battlestations"

The glowing Amber Lights that signalled Tactical Alert suddenly became a glowing Red a rathe loud Alarm began to sound signalling the Ship was at Battlestations. Back aboard the Bridge Lt Barnes began to shout:

"Helm come to Starboard 0345. Full Speed."

Captain Spanner snatched up a Mic and spoke into it:

"Engine Room. I need everything you have to the Engines."

"Aye Capt'ain" came a Scots Reply.

Spanner shouted over the chaos of the bridge:

"Get that damn Lynx and Merlin in the Air"

Barnes begun to countdown:

"Impact on Port Quarter 5,4,3,2,1"

As if on cue the ship was struck the bang was defeaning and the ship shook violently. A few of the crew fell to the floor the Captain steadied himself before roaring:

"Damage Report?"

Barnes spoke soon after:

"Second Torpedo has missed its detonated. no damage"

Captain Spanner nodded whilst tending to his Comms whose nose was bleeding:

"Helm All Stop"

The XO shouted across the bridge

"Captain, we have been breached its hit Crew Deck 5 we are taking on water heavily between Bulkhead 5A and 5C".

The Captain nodded before sitting down at the Comms station and speaking:

"Seal that Deck. Casualties?"

"Sick Bay is reporting 25 so Far. Sonar, Lynx and Merlin report nothing. Sir we are listing to Port Slightly. The blast has cut off the ship from Bulkhead 5C to 5E the maintence Shaft seems to of flooded. We could try and limb to a port but I wouldn't recommend it until we can erect minimal repairs." replied the XO

"Do it." Spoke the Captain whom hammered proceeded to hammer out a Channel and OBSAT wide Distress Signal:

OBSAT EMERGANCY DISTRESS MESSAGE:

TO: <ALL CHANNELS, EMERGANCY CHANNELS>
FROM: VDFNS WHITE-ROSE (DISTRESS MESSAGE)

PRIORITY: LEVEL CODE 1 ALPHA 1

URGENT ASSISTANCE REQUESTED STOP HAVE BEEN TORPEDOED IN INTERNATIONAL WATERS BY UNKNOWN ENEMY REQUESTING URGENT AID CO-ORDINATES (XXX,XXX,XXX,XXX) STOP TAKEN DAMAGE TO DECK 5 PORT QUARTER STOP TAKEN ON WATER LISTING TO STARBOARD BY LESS THAN 5 DEGREES STOP STILL AFLOAT REQUESTING IMMEDIATE AND URGENT AID

CENTRAL COMMAND, MEADONIA:
"Send:

VDFNS WHITE-ROSE - message recieved. You have our permission to come ashore, medics are standing by to take care of wounded.

"

"But Sir! I-"

"I know it's against the rules, but we have no choice! Besides, we can deal with this."

"Sir, that's not all, we've got-"

"I can damn well see them, I'm not blind! How long until the bubble comes online?"

"Right...now Sir!"

"Do I have to hold your hand on this?! Get on with it man! Get those wasps out of the god damn sky!!!"

The operator went through a well rehearsed routine, his fingers dancing across the keyboard.

"Ready to fire, Sir."

"Send this:

All units, this is SUNRAY. Codeword "Wrath". I authentice XXXXXX,YYYYYY. Message ends.

Now fire the damn thing!"

OOC: I may as well give this to you now. "The Bubble" to which I've been refering is an EMP generator located in the center of the island. I won't bore you with all the details, but basically all electricity, unless shielded (AND I MEAN SHIELDED!), within a 10 mile radious of the shore of Meadonia is down. Should you require hard information I'll post it here, but I'll save space by not posting unless asked.

If people think this is godmoding, I'll come up with something else.

Also, just quickly, Dark Terran - normal procedure is to at least give some indication of hostility before blowing the crap out of someone.

Okay, BIC:
BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
Nathan took a deep breath of air, then started, "F-for the last ten years I've worked for the Meadonian Interior Ministory. I was in a position of a-authority that few could hope to obtain. S-standard Meadonian policy is to avoid c-contact with the r-rest of the world, for years w-we've monitered it. And w-we were good. I d-doubt anyone's ever h-heard of us. W-we did no harm, and the w-world did no harm to us. But now it's changed."

He took a sip of water and continued

"I-in my position I s-saw things. Things I knew where w-wrong. B-but I kept quiet. They m-moniter you. M-make sure you stay good. T-two days ago, though, I...I..."

The effort of conversation was taking it's toll on him. He collapsed back onto the bed.

"I'm...I'm about to say some stuff, and you'll probably think I'm crazy. B-but it's all true. H-have you heard of something called 'Stargate'?"

OOC: its fine if you also get powered down, a shield would have to be 2 feet of led at least.

IC:

112 did not know what to say, he just said.

"no, what is this stargate?"

OOC: I will give you this, though. Cold War soviet equipment was hardened to resist EMP blast. Re-enforced electronics. So yeah, I'm powered down as well, but we've learned to deal with it so Andrew's will probably get someone to go give the power generator a kick.

This is about to get pseudo-scientific, it's mostly true.

Anyway,
BIC:

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
"Stargate w-was the name of a government project run by the Americans to investigate Remote Viewing. It w-was shut d-down by the CIA, after they c-concluded it was a w-waste of money."

He took a deep breath.

"W-where they failed, we succeeded."

112, smiled wryly.

"You mean like a, telescope?"

He knew that was probably not what Nathan meant, but he thought he would humor himself. He waited for Nathans reaction.

OOC:

Meadonia: Can you give me a bit more to write on? I am trying to give you cues to reach the plot, but so far you have not given me enough to make a larger post.

OOC: -salutes- i'll try, skip!

BIC:

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
"Huh, I w-wish. No, 'Remote Viewing' is w-what some people c-call a 'psy-ability'. The ability f-for a viewer to gather information on a remote target that is hidden from the physical perception of the viewer . It's b-being able to see stuff that h-hasn't happened yet. Predicting the future, if you will. ESP."

Nathan took a sip of water and continued.

"I k-know how implausable it sounds. I w-wouldn't believe it if I h-hadn't seen it. B-but think about it; we o-only use about 10% of our brains...w-what if we could h-harness it's full p-power? Th-that's what 'Stargate' was aiming at. And that's w-what we did."

OOC: That better?

OOC: yeah, thats aight

IC:

112 looked at the man, stared right into his eyes with the sort of look that could could pierce a 3 feet thick wall. He raised his left eyebrow, he was a bit confused. Nathan, did not seem to be insane, slightly out of focus, but not insane, and yet it was with all seriousness that he had said this.

"psychic powers?"

He said, more to himself than to Nathan. He ran his index finger and thumb through his beard and twirled it subconsciously. 112 seemed to finally come to a conclusion as he walked over to the the intercom. He pushed the buttons to contact the bridge.

"Captain, I think you should hear what this man has to say"

"I shall come down soon 112, keep him in a mood to talk"

112 nodded, although he knew it was an unnecessary action as the captain could not see him. He turned to Nathan.

"I am sorry, comrade, but you might have to tell your story to a few people. I know the rations I gave you are not exactly top notch, but I hope they have at least quenched your thirst and hunger."

He twirled his goatee a bit more and then asked.

"So, this 'Stargate', how powerful is it? how far in time and distance can you see with it?"

OOC: Your Stargate how much power does it need to operate? Is it operational during the course of this roleplay?

36 Nautical Miles North of the Stratorian Destroyer "56-A2", Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) White-Rose:

Captain Spanner gazed at the massive HD Operations Screen that showed a map of the area showing the stricken White-Rose in relation to Meadonia, the Stratorian Battleship and the numerous Vetakan and Allied Assets that where responding to its distress call the nearest being the White-Roses sister ship the VDFNS Red-Rose. Spanner and his XO where now busy directing repairs to the ship if they could exact minimal repairs they could limp into a Meadonian Port and take it from their but for now they had to make those minimal repairs which was easier said than done:

"Sir we are looking at a good day before we can move off and make it to port by which time the Red-Rose should be here so our position would be more favourable. Admiralty has confirmed they have dispatched a Carrier Fleet but its 8 Days away at best. They order us to make do with what we have and take it from their."

Spanner nodded.

OOC: Everyone seems a little confused about the nature of 'Stargate'. I'll try and get Nathan to clear up the most obvious mistake I've noticed. Also, I'm not pulling your leg, the Americans really did run a project like this...

Anywho.

BIC:

BRIG, STRATORIAN DESTROYER "56-A2":
"N-no, 'Stargate' isn't an object, th-that's just the name of the p-project. Th-the group. I th-think they wanted something mystical, which, l-lets face it, 'Stargate' is. Sounds sci-fi."

He gave a small smile despite himself, and coughed before continuing.

"F-from what I've s-seen and heard, it's not a precise process. I-I've seen them predict event up to a m-month in advance, b-but as for distance? W-we're not really sure. W-we can only see the event; w-we don't know w-where or w-why, but we do kn-know it's going to happend."

He coughed several more times.

"I-is there any more water?"

CENTRAL COMMAND, MEADONIA:
"Sir, we've heard nothing from the White Rose, which, since you just broke every rule in the book, is probably I good thing."

Andrews turned, angryly.

"Well what do you expect me to do, damn it? Those are people out there on that boat, people like you and me. I can't just let 'em drown! If there's anyone here who thinks they would've done otherwise, speak now."

There was silence total silence. Until-

"What now, Sir?"

"Prepare a welcome team - get medics, speed boats, the works. See if there's anything else they want, keep in radio contact. But keep it quiet. When they get here, I want to be the first on the scene. This is our porogative, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let security foul it up."

OOC: Okay, everyone clear now? I'll probably get to do a full lecture on the precise mechanics of 'Stargate' at a later date (I'm predicting that's where Strator's heading...), but if you have any other questions/querries/etc, just let me know and I'll answer them as best I can.

OOC: Dudes I am kinda going on vacation for Christmas, feel free to replace me, soz guys