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The Island was a masterpiece of engineering, Thousands of support beams had been placed and then wrapped in a thick metal sheet which held in the thousands of tons of concrete which was poured. The land above sea level contained sand and dirt reclaimed from an uninhabited Island more than 500 miles away. The main building was built with looks in mind, something unheard of in Strator. The entire building was covered with reflective glass solar panels panels and would be a perfect dome if not for the balconies protruding from its face. All the rooms had been furnished to the standard of a luxury five star hotel. The dome also contained a huge banquet hall, A ball room, an Olympic sized swimming pool and even a sports and recreational center.

Also on the Island was a large airport with several very roomy hangars, A dock and an enormous demonstration hall. The hall was built to a similar design of the doom, covered in the reflective panels. The inside was filled with stalls designated for specific nations or simply constructed to fit a general product type.

The message had been sent to all the nations to be in attendance, that the meeting will start once everyone is here.

The dull hum of a helicopter roared over the Island.
"We're about to land in the Stratorian Airport, sir." said the pilot.

"Perfect... Diplomats, remember to take with you all our wares along with the dartguns, just incase things get messy." said Renault. He then smiled.
"Our friends should load their dartguns with a higher concentration of the Drug. Remember, it's experimental... So don't use any of it on yourself, we don't want you people ending up dead."

Renault then stared out the window as the copter slowed to a hault.

He stepped outside, looked back to his team, then he smiled widely.
"Well, here we are!"

Strator stood waiting on the tarmac, Renault stepped down on to the ground. Strator noticed some luggage and called some men over to help carry.

"Welcome to Q1-02, Mr. Renault, I hope you enjoyed your trip, and now, would you like me to give you a quick tour of the Island?"

"Certainly, Strator. We would be much pleased by a touring of your facilities."
said Renault with a nod. "As for our trip, it was pleasent enough. Afew turbulence over the seas to the east, but otherwise fine."

Several men then stepped forward. Renault sighed. "It appears some of our diplomats are more concerned about the placement of our wares. They will follow your men and assure their safe passage, as a simple matter of proceedure."

"But of course, Mr. Renault. As you can see, we are at the airport area of the island, over there"

He lifted his arm and pointed to a group large structures in the distance.

"are the hangars, each one could fit three large zeppelins, which one of them does. I am quite the fan of zeppelins, although I am fully capable of flying some of the most advanced military fighter jets, I find a sense of peace in the gentle flow of a zeppelin."

Once again he pointed, this time at a great glass dome.

"That is the main building, that is where everybody will be staying. and there"

He pointed once more.

"Is the demonstration hall, all of the demonstrations with the exception of vehicle demonstrations, shall take place in there. Which would you like to see first?"

on saying that, he gestured to a vehicle not too different from a golf cart which had just pulled up.

"Hmm..." Renault pondered. "We would like to see your zepplins firstly."

He then got into the golf cart. "I must say, from the looks of the island above it is quite impressive."

Renault's cellphone then rang, he sighed. "Forgive me, one moment. It must be urgent if my office is contacting me this soon."

His expression dulled slightly as he spoke. "Are you sure? Vontanas and who?... I see, well keep me posted."

Renault clicked off his phone and sighed. "Again, forgive me. We're in the middle of war with the nations of UIOT and RedTide2, those orphan-abusing monsters."

He then smiled. "Anyway, let us see those zepplins."

The car moved surprisingly quickly to the hangars. At a nod from Strator, the guards hastily opened to doors. Inside were three huge zeppelins, each different in shape and color.

"They each provide different performance, that one over there"

He motioned Renaults gaze to the dark blue zeppelin, it was oddly shaped, it was wider that it was tall and had many fins around its body.

"Is one of the fastest zeppelins in the world, the black one is built for air to air, considering it is a zeppelin, the word 'dogfight' is not exactly fitting. It is heavier than most zeppelins due to its thicker than average and self sealing coating, It is very, very hard to knock this mean machine out of the sky. The Grey one, is mainly for recreational flying, I am planning on giving a tour of the surrounding islands in it, but it needs to be filled with more helium and refueled before then.Most of the other hangars are empty, they will house any aircraft the other nations may want to demonstrate. I do have some other aircraft though, they are, however, a surprise for my demonstration"

Strator and Renault walked outside and they heard the hangar doors shut behind them.

"would you like to see the demonstration hall or would you prefer to resume the tour later, after you have settled in?"

Renault smiled. "Wondrous Zepplins my friend! I must say, impressive."

As he stared out at the horizon. "As for your suprise, I can't wait."

Renault then yawned. "Well, I think I will rest. I can find my own way there.."

After he began to walk away, one who appeared of his trading party stayed behind.

"Strator... Be wary of Renault. He's not as innocent, nor as much of a democrat as he would seem. My name is Jonas, I was once an opposition leader within Evoinia and forced to leave under the rule of Maximillian's father, who was a dictator." Jonas sighed.

"In any case, when Maximillian overthrew his father and restored democracy, he kept the ban on my returning... I've had to seek here to attempt to gain your aid. Renault has gathered beneath himself a great deal of titles and infact just force legislation to pass to give simmilar titles to a new noble class, which happen to be his brothers. He's silenced the opposition and is planning for war."

Strator smiled to the man a said

"but of course, I am wary of everyone, please do explain what you require of me, and I shall think it over..."

Strator was very good at judging a persons character, to a point that the slightest action gave away enough information for Strator to write an essay about them. He turned and left.

While Strator was walking away from Jonas, he quietly said into the hidden transmitter in his ear

"give me all information on Evoinia, somebody named Jonas and Maximilian Renault, and I want that information ten minutes ago."

He stepped into the car and began to drive. A voice spoke into the transmitter and started to give the information Strator wanted.

"Renault is becoming more and more of a dictator, from what we have gathered he plans on keeping Evoinia communist. Jonas is said by Renault to be capitalist."

The car stopped in front of the glass dome, and Strator stepped out. He checked with man at the counter which room Renault had been placed in. Strator then walked up the stairs and knocked on Renault's door.

"Mr. Renault, it is I, Strator, I wish to talk to you about something of much importance to you."

At this point in time, Strator was considering siding with Renault, but he wanted to hear what he planned on doing once his party won the civil war.

Ivan Orlov was a member of a wealthy and influential family in Neo-Ixania and had chosen to be a diplomat for the Empire. Chosen to be the representative of his nation to the diplomatic and trade meeting in Strator, Ivan looked out the window on his plane to see Strator for the first time. He had read some information about Strator and thought it was not a bad nation for the Empire to build relations with.

"It looks like a nice place." Orlov uttered as he took his briefcase and walked off the plane, fixing his suit as his feet touched the ground. While his guards maintained their emotionless expressions, Ivan walked around to inspect and examine his surroundings. He had noticed a man walking around (Jonas) but began waiting for Strator's leader, assuming the man to be someone else entirely.

White Phoenix Bravo, Skys North of the Conference Island, Strator:

Strators Trade and Diplomatic Conference was possible the most important diplomatic event between Strator, Wagdog and Vetaka. The Three nations had fought multiple wars and the Vetakan-Wagdog Foreign Policy had been greatly influenced by Strator and his actions. Both Vetaka and Wagdog had occupied Strator during the Slave Wars, Strator was perhaps the greatest and most famous of enemies that Vetaka and Wagdog had ever had to fight.

If this conference went well it would see months of hostility between Vetaka, Wagdog and Strator hopefully end and a new start to begin. As a result two of Vetaka and Wagdogs highest ranking and most experienced diplomats would be in attendance these being Dr Perry Cox, Vice President of the Vetakan Dominion and Lady Uthiria Tóriel Lathíriel nós Farlond Deputy Party Secretary, Wagdian Greenwood Coalition, Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary from the United Socialist States of Wagdog to the Free Dominion of Vetaka. Both of whom where fighting alot of media hype and rumor about their personal relationship past their working relationship as two of Vetaka and Wagdogs Highest Leaders.

They had worked together for years and had played major roles in Vetaka and Wagdogs History such examples being the Founding of the Federation , The Theeb Accords and the San Dieago Conference. They had become so use to eachother and so use to each others personal staff their respective Staff and Offices had become one, a Perfect Union. Flying together on a modified Vetakan Boeing VC-25 which was white of body, had the words "The Free Dominion of Vetaka" written down the sides and the flag of the Vetakan Dominion splashed across the Tail and the Wings. They both sat up as usual engrossed in conversation on one of the planes many Executive Leather Seats they were rather surprised when the pilot came over the tannoy announcing they would be landing within 30 minutes or so laughing it off they retrieved papers and straightened themselves preparing for the moment they would meet their nations arch enemy.

The majestic plane which had the call sign "White Phoenix Bravo" radioed for and was granted clearance to landing descending from the sky it eventually touched down smoothly and slowed to a halt the stairs where wheeled to the door and it opened marching out in full Ceremonial Dress 4 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman took up positions on either side of the door and at the bottom of the stairs. A few more seconds past before Cox and Toriel exited the plane and descended the stairs shortly followed by two black suited bodyguards the four of them walked across the Tarmac towards the waiting Stratorian Welcome party it was show time at last.

Special Operatives Marx and Jones followed the Evoinian diplomats with a practiced air of cool, calm command. The important thing about undercover work, they had learnt early on, was to act as if you were in charge, as if you had every right to be there. And if people questioned you, you fixed them with a stare.

Everything was going according to plan. They had seen Strator, looked him in the eyes and he hadn't noticed! The hardest part was behind them.

There were rules about undercover work. Strict rules. After all, there was still honour. Beneath their ordinary, inconspicuos work clothes they wore their insigna, identifying them as members of the Meadonian Secret Service. For all anyone else knew, though, it could've meant they were from the moon. And if they got caught...well, they'd faced death before.

Their identities were pretty safe though; they'd had years to prepare for something like this. Both were trained diplomats, and had spent what seemed like a lifetime to assimilate themselves into the Evoinian way to life.

The Eagle had landed.

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship (VDFNS) Ocean, Atlantic Ocean:

"Sir, White Phoenix Bravo has landed at the Conference" reported a young Comms Officer.

"Good. XO maintain Operations" replied Admiral Forrester looking up from an Intelligence Report

With two of Vetaka and Wagdog's highest ranking leaders possibly in a very hostile enviroment and given the state the world was currently in it had been deicded that it would be a good idea to have a small fleet with sprinting distance of the Conference should it turn sour and a Offensive Extraction was required of Cox and Toriel. As a result the Vetakan Naval Defence Force (VNDF) in support of Vetakan Defence Force Special Operations Command (VDFSOCOM) had deployed a small fleet of warships to the Atlantic under the pretense of training exercises with Midlonian Navy whom where suppoesdly delayed. In actual the Midlonians would never arrive and the Vetakan Fleet would move on as soon as the Conference was over, the fleet itself was some 350 Nautical Miles away from the Conference a distance that would require a few days to traverse however it was close enough to Spearhead any potential rescue operation should it be required. The Fleet was led by VDFNS Ocean which was a Questarian built Sword Class Helicopter Assualt Ship (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12743531&postcount=62)aboard where Vetakan Naval Marines, Vetakan Army Commandos, Light Armour & Artillery Forces and the world famous White Phoenix Scouts in total the Ocean carried some 2000 Combat Personal.

In support of VDFNS Ocean was a variety of ships most notably the Vetakan built Invincible Class Light Aircraft Carrier the VDFNS Apple (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invincible_class_aircraft_carrier)which served in the intial Vetakan Occupation of Strator carrying the British Londininum built F-37C Eurafighter she was the last of her class still operating within the Vetakan Navy and was also the last of the Vetakan Aircraft Carriers still operating the F-37 which was slowing being phased out in favour of the more modern FA-15 Cardinal and the FA-16 Preist. Another notable deployement was the Questarian built Valiant Class Battleship the VDFNS Defiant (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12691088&postcount=4)which was to take part in Operations against Doomingsland at Generia before the mission was abandoned due to politics.

The Fleet would hold in International Waters under the pretense of waiting for the training mission to start in reality it be Vetaka's first response should the Conference collapse and Cox and Toriel be endangered.

Training Operation: ORWAK 1: ORBAT:

1 1 Valiant Class Battleship (VDFNS Defiant)
1 Sword Beach Class Assualt Carrier (VDFNS Ocean)
1 RL Invincible Class Light Aircraft Carrier (VDFNS Apple)
2 County Class Crusiers
3 Mogami Class Air Defence Cruisers
2 Colony Class Destroyers
3 Hayasake Class Heavy Destroyers
3 Shirune Class Light Destroyers
4 Pratchett Class Escort Frigates
3 Allergo Class Submarines

Total: 23 Ships

Questarian Storefront for Reference (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=527906)

OOC: This not an Offensive Post or deployment its mearly so i can justify rescuing my and WD's people should this conference turn sour.

"Mr. Renault, it is I, Strator, I wish to talk to you about something of much importance to you."

At this point in time, Strator was considering siding with Renault, but he wanted to hear what he planned on doing once his party won the civil war.

"Why yes, Strator, you have my ear." said Renault, he had just been looking over the battle plans for the upcomming crushing of Jonas Spyridon once and for all. While he was doing so, he recieved the message that his allies in PAU had turned on him. 'No worries...' He thought. 'I'll subjugate them all soon enough.'

Meanwhile...

Jonas Spyridon shook his head after Strator left. "Well there goes my cover... and I didn't even get to warn him."
He then glanced over and saw the delegates from Neo-Ixania.

Jonas smiled. 'Well, if I can at least warn someone before this day is out...'
"Mr. Orlov, I presume?" said Jonas to one of the delegates. He had memorized the photos of all of the delegates.
"My name is Jonas Delphos of the Evoinian Delegation. We are pleased to see so many nations come to this event... Yet, personally I've been sensing a great deal of tension. Something is going down here... I'd be wary if I were you. I've heard a rumor that one of Strator's enemies has infiltrated the conference."

Spyridon glanced about himself, noting that none of Meadonians were in earshot. "Just... be careful."

With that he walked away, giving a slight wave of his hand to the delegates of Vetaka and Wagdog.

Now... all that was left was to kill Renault, before Renault could kill him.
He opened up his cell phone, which had an extremely secure wireless connection... it's own seperate frequency.
"Gueverra. It's Spyridon. I have a feeling I'm going to need an evac sooner than planned... Strator is going to alert him of my presense."

Meanwhile...

Jonas Spyridon shook his head after Strator left. "Well there goes my cover... and I didn't even get to warn him."
He then glanced over and saw the delegates from Neo-Ixania.

Jonas smiled. 'Well, if I can at least warn someone before this day is out...'
"Mr. Orlov, I presume?" said Jonas to one of the delegates. He had memorized the photos of all of the delegates.
"My name is Jonas Delphos of the Evoinian Delegation. We are pleased to see so many nations come to this event... Yet, personally I've been sensing a great deal of tension. Something is going down here... I'd be wary if I were you. I've heard a rumor that one of Strator's enemies has infiltrated the conference."

Ivan Orlov noticed Jonas coming towards him and he gave Jonas a handshake before he listened to Jonas introducing himself. "I am Ivan Orlov, leader of the Neo-Ixanian delegation. It is nice to meet you and I will keep the information you have given me in my mind."

When Jonas walked away, Ivan Orlov thought about what Jonas told him before he decided to look around and see if he could talk to the leader of Strator and discuss diplomatic relations.

Strator, The dome:

Strator entered the room and walked towards Renault.

"Mr. Renault, I have just met with a man who says his name is 'Jonas', he made claims against you and your integrity.

He waited to see Renaults reaction before continuing, a reaction can tell a lot about a man.

Greeters, The landing strip:

The greeters stepped forward and shook hands with the delegates from Vetaka and Wagdog. One of them stood behind and asked

"Mr.Cox, Mrs. Toriel,would you like a tour of the island now, or would you rather settle in first"

Another group had met with the delegates from Neo-Ixania. The greeters proceeded with the general niceties. One of them asked.

"Mr.Orlov, would you like a tour of the island now, or would you rather settle in first"

They had separated Orlov from Sprydon and a guard had been sent to talk to Jonas.

"Although it is not Strator's wish to do so, you will be detained if you remain here any longer. While we have no quarrel with you, one of our guests does"

Conference Island, Landing Strip:

As the majestic bird's engines began to die down and as it taxied away to the area it would remain for the duration of the conference it eventually came to a halt a number of Armed Personal took up defensive positions around the plane to ensure it wasn't tampered with by any Stratorian or Foreign entity the Vetakans were not by nature a paranoid race of people but they where a careful one taking what was required to protect themselves. Cox and Toriel where some what relieved that Strator had decided not to greet them personally, Cox bowed his head slightly and her Ladyship gazed at her Welcome Party, her elven exterior and her platinum hair giving nothing away eventually after a few seconds of silence she spoke:

"I believe a tour of this grand facility would be most satisfactory"

It was only then that she caught Cox's eye whose attention had been caught by what was happening to his left. Something seemed generally strange 2 Stratorian Greeters had separated one of the delegations of which Cox thought he heard the word "detained" and "quarrel" mentioned he turned to her ladyship and smiled she returned it and they moved on following their welcome party. He felt so warm and happy to be here on this beautiful island with her as they walked their hands touched each others as they moved it was full of electric.

Continuing on Cox whispered to one of his guards ensuring that only the Vetakan-Wagdogian Delegation heard him:

"Tell the Phoenix to observe what was going on down at the strip. Also if somebody where to get lost ensure they have a proper tour of this facility"

With that he and Toriel moved forward and proceeded to distract the Stratorian Greeters with a barrage of questions whilst one of the bodyguards drew out a PDA and hammered out a quick message to the plane which he sent a few seconds later on the Conferences Designated Griffin Encrypted OBSAT Security Communication Channels. Strator would probably know the message had been sent and that the plane received but he would not know its contents.

Back down at the strip the messaged was received and the Planes Security Officer smiled he nodded to a nearby man whom was dressed in mucky overalls the words "In flight Mechanic" were etched into the back in yellow by all accounts he looked like the In flight Mechanic whom would supervise and ensure the Stratorian Support Staff would not tamper with the Plane. He rose from his seat and made his way through the plane and down into its depths eventually he appeared at the landing gear where he exited and jumped down on to the tarmac proceeding to check the gear he deliberately sighed allowed and walked to the supervising Stratorian:

"Excuse me, do you have a Nut Tightener preferably something electric? if so may I go and retrieve it?"

Another group had met with the delegates from Neo-Ixania. The greeters proceeded with the general niceties. One of them asked.

"Mr.Orlov, would you like a tour of the island now, or would you rather settle in first"

They had separated Orlov from Sprydon and a guard had been sent to talk to Jonas.

"I think it would be good to settle in first before I go on a tour of the island." Ivan said with a smile after greeting Strator's greeters with a calm expression on his face. He held his briefcase a bit tightly as he fixed his suit so he could keep the image he was trying to have.

He had felt that the island looked peaceful, almost serene actually. Looking around for a moment, he awaited an answer from the greeters who he felt would probably take him to where he could settle in before he would go on his tour of the island, a tour which he was looking forward to because he had wanted to get a look at the island before he returned to Neo-Ixania to give a report to the Government about the diplomatic and trade meeting in the nation of Strator.

"Spyridon..." Renault said vemonously. "Thank you for letting me know, that wretch is here."

He then took a remote of this pocket. "Forgive me, Strator. But we have to take care of this immediately."
Renault pressed a button, which revealed a large Kritaic Craft floating above the island. He spoke into it. "Delta-Bravo Section, Decend and Capture Spyridon. Have him taken back to Kritian... They will know what to do with him."

So then...

Several Parachuting Guards floated towards the earth... and Jonas.

Jonas sighed, seeing the Kritian Guards and the Guard near him.
He turned to the guard. "Look, if you want to stop an assassination and save some lives... You'll get me the hell out of here."

The helicopter came down ever slowly to the ground below. About four minutes after touchdown, a group of five men came out of the helicopter. They weren't here to waste time, they were here for business, for diplomacy, to get things done. they hadn't bothered with unique cultural dishes or gadget displays, they couldn't care less. They saw the obvious entrance so they made their way for it.

Operative Marx looked over at the tarmac. Already quite a few of the leaders had arrived; he could see the glistening magnificence of the Phoenix as it shone in the sunlight. And desending from it's stairs...he nudged Jones.

"Who the...?"

Jones smirked. "Ambassador from Wagdog. And she is way, WAY out of your league."

Just then Marx noticed the action taking place off to one side. A team of paratroopers where making their way towards two men, one clearly a guard. From the looks of things, they weren't happy.

"Looks like our gracious host is having a little trouble already."

Jones smiled again, "But we haven't done anything yet!"

"Those parachutes look like Renault's though. We should probably help out."

"Must we? Surely he's old enough to take care of his own problems...oh well"

The pair raced towards the rapidly desending paratroopers, quickly checking that their dart guns were hidden, but none-the-less prepared.

Control Room, White Phoenix Bravo, Landing Strip, Conference Room:

The White Phoenix Bravo as a matter of security when landed had fitted CCTV Cameras that could be controlled from the Planes Control Room as a result the arrival of paratroopers and the arrival of the large floating disk caused a somewhat nervous VDF Diplomatic Guards Captain by the name of Captain Eric Gordo to relive some of his worst nightmares glaring at the camera he shouted into his headset:

"All Units Code Orange. I repeat Code Orange"

Captain Gordo hit a few buttons and altered the camera zooming in on the descending Paratroopers seeing the Assault Rifles he winced and spoke again:

"All Units Assault Weapons Confirmed. Defensive Positions. Client Unit take cover. Unit 1 to 4 move to the Clients Position. All Units stand by to go to condition Red and if required Condition Black"

With this a number of well rehearsed things swung into action first of all heavily armed VDF Diplomatic Guardsman whom had been relaxing aboard the plane jumped to their feet and ran up a flight of stairs grabbing P-90 Assault Rifles as they went which attached to the stairwell's wall. Making their way along the plane they secured key areas aboard the plane whilst others ran down stairs on to the Tarmac assuming a Defensive Cordon around the plane others escorted the Stratorian Support Staff to the Cordons Edge. 1 by 1 the Guards checked in:

"Unit 1 In Position. Unit 2 in Position" and so on.

On the Planes flight deck the Pilots whom had been relaxing jumped and got ready to make an Emergency Take-Off if it was required. When all this was in place 4 men appeared at the Top of the White Stairwell that led down to the tarmac in sleek fitting Tribal Robes they roared down the stairs Handmade Rifles at the Ready, Swords slung across their back hitting the tarmac with a thud they sprinted towards Cox and Toriel and their two suited bodyguards the Scout Guard had deployed.

With arrival of the paratroops and the engagement of Code Orange the two suited bodyguards suddenly drew E-57 Service Pistols from concealed Holsters holding it down in front of them they assessed the situation. Lady Toriel turned to their Stratorian Welcome Greeter her calming Elven Exterior not cracking and not giving anything away in this tense situation:

"I apologise for this. We have no intent to harm anybody. However we must protect ourselves"

Turning her attention back to the situation at hand she stood still next to Cox their hands connecting slightly it was most reassuring for both of them. It was then that Cox noticed the Sprinting Scouts he sighed and spoke aloud in slightly annoyed tone:

"Gordo"

Toriel mealy nodded her agreement as the Scouts arrived they took up position around the two diplomats in a square shape with the Diplomats in the middle they brought their rifles to aim and waited to see what would happen. The Two suited bodyguards stood as close to their Clients as they dared all of them waiting to see what would happen the Lead Scout spoke loudly over the confusion:

"Not entirely sure why he deployed us but still we are here now. If this goes sour. Vice President Sir, Your Ladyship Ma'am you and the Bodyguards make for that Cargo Container Right of us that should provide enough cover. Myself, Red Fox and Nightowl will provide Covering Fire. Dark Dragon will move with you and provide Cover to us when we join you. Hopefully it won't come to that. Alright Warriors hold your fire and lets see what happens".

Back aboard the Plane in the Control Room Gordo's hand hovered nervously over the Red Distress Button that if pressed would sound a Worldwide Distress Signal that would be intercepted by the Fleet, VDF High Command, OBSAT Space Command and Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service.

Jonas sighed, with the non-responciveness of the guard. "Fine enough."
Thinking only of what he had to do, Jonas shot the guard with a mild seditative, which rendered him unconcious within moments.

"Forgive me friend... But I have to survive this meeting, people are counting on me."

He then looked upward and could see the ever decending paratroopers.
As well, he could hear a voice comming from a loud-speaker on the Kritaic Ship

"All forces stand down. This is merely an Evoinian Security Detail which is entering the meeting-space to aprehend an assassin which has infiltrated the area. We will have him in our custody in one moment. Please, refrain from aiding this man... Jonas Spyridon."

"Curses..." Jonas muttered. "Well there goes the idea of trying to seek assylum in Wagdog or Vetaka."

He continued to run, as the paratroopers spotted him.

"There he is! Get em!" The brutish Kritanites yelled.

"This just isn't my day..." Jonas said as he neared a cliff.
"Lets hope this works!" he cried out as he jumpped from the cliffside, peering at the oncomming jagged rocks below.

Meanwhile, the Kritan Guards began to fire their weapons in an attempt to kill Jonas before he even hit the water...

Two of them intercepted the Meadonian Assassins and spoke. "Be careful honorable diplomats, we realize you wish to help... But we have it handled."
The Leader among them, called out. "Delta Section, retreat to base! Mission Objective complete."
So then soon after these words were spoken, the Kritaic Transport decended and the paratroopers of Delta Section quickly and quietly boarded.
In moments, the transport lifted off and departed from the area as swiftly as it had arrived.

So back in the dome...

Renault smiled. "Is there anything else Strator?"

The same transport chopper that Roseariean General Teloris Gueverra boarded upon anouncing PAU support of the Spyridon side of the Evoinian conflict hovered minutes away from the scene of Spyridon's jump. Gueverra and a Roseariean team were positioned inside, looking over a monitor:

"Holy shit, pretty sharp impact." A concerned soldier's voice could be heard, the monitor began blinking red...

"Spyridon's down" Yelled another concerned voice and the chopper's velocity increased in response...

"Faint reading in the water sir!"
"Lifesigns?"
"Pretty damn weak, looks like we have heavy blood loss, internal damage as well..."

Gueverra gazed from the approaching chopper at the cliff face... "At least he's always thinking, he'd better be alive."

"We have a lock, sir." A soldier informed the general as Kritian forces opened fire on the chopped from the cliff.

"Shit, we really need this, huh?" Quipped a solider as bullets began rattling off the side of the chopper - Gueverra did not hear, the general had secured the rescue line and jumped from the chopper himself upon catching a glimpse of Spyridon's bloodied shirt floating in the water. Gueverra and a pair of his men were now in the water themselves, dragging the unconscious Evoinian leader to the line and securing all harnesses as the chopper began to depart, Gueverra, his men, and Spyridon dangling beneath. A parting Kritian shot nailed a dangling Roseariean soldier who fell to certain death as the remaining men were hauled aboard.

"We're getting faint breathing, sir!" Announced one of the team as the chopper headed home to Roseariea.

"Say what you will, those guards were rubbish."

Operative Marx turned to look at Jones. Jones was standing on the edge of the metal island, peering off into the distance, a look of bemused merriment fixed firmly on his face.

"What?"

Jones turned back to him

"See that helicopter?"

Marx strained his eyes. Against the brightness of the sun, he could see nothing.

"No. I do not see a helicopter. Now there's work to be done. People are starting to come over."

"Confused diplomats on three?"

"You can read my mind..."

They both turned to look at the crowd.

"I say, did you see that? Man went and jumped clear off the side!"

"Put those weapons away! Waving them around like that; you might hurt someone!"

In this manner they waded through the crowd, barely containing their laughter, heading back towards the hanger...

OOC: soz guys, I am going on vacation, I'll be back in 3 weeks or something, so if anybody wants to continue then...

Renault walked out of his room, leaving Strator.
He called back. "I have to leave... My diplomats will remain. I have to iradiate... Uh, I mean eradicate this problem once and for all. I hope things go well for you..."

With that, Maximillian A. Renault walked out of the Dome and back to the Helicopter. He sighed. "Destiny awaits." Renault took one last look at the skyline. "And so does the greater barrier to my victory. PAU will be my dominion."

So then, he took off... towards his homeland and his war.