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Classroom in Kroando

“Children, what would you do if you were thirsty, and yet there was no more water to drink?”, the school teacher proposed to her class.

“Why Mrs. Burkens, I would ask my neighbor for some of his, so that I might sustain myself.”, responded the young boy, raising his hand as he spoke.

“Correct Kilgir. But what if your neighbor refused? What if he had only enough for he and his family?”, the teacher continued, forcing the children to challenge the morals they had struggled with for the few years they had been alive.

“Well Mrs. Burkens, I would ask my other neighbor, surely they would have some to share.”, retorted a girl, the smile upon her face not comprehending the moral behind the question.

“No Rinda, they do not have surplus either. And those whom do have enough to share, shall charge us a price that exceeds our ability to pay. What do you do class?”, the school teacher looked around at the stunned room. All knew the answer. They all wanted to shout it out. They wanted to scream it. ‘TAKE IT! TAKE IT!’ They wanted to yell. But that answer could not be correct… it violated all they had ever been taught. “Come now children, what do you do when you are thirsty, and no one will let you drink from the well?”

“YOU TAKE IT MRS. BURKENS! YOU TAKE THEIR WATER!”, shouted a young light skinned, dark haired girl. The look of the typical Kroandon about her. Her face was one of anger, frustration. The mere thought of one's neighbor refusing to give her water irritating her to the point of anger.

The class sat wide-eyed and curious. That was their answer. Their head swivled. First to Rinda. Then back to Mrs. Burkens. They anticipated the words. 'No Rina, that is wrong.' They knew they were coming. Violence could not be morally justified. Could it? "Yes Rinda. That is correct. You take the water so that you and your family may drink."

Virticon City, Lord Protector Malthus' Office

The Lord Protector read the headlines, sweat dripping down his head in the 52F degree room. It had been the same for months. Every day he had seen the problems the state struggled to keep the men of the nation employed by increasing the ranks of the military, keeping production up by going into debt paying Arms Companies for weapons they did not need. Mandatory rationing of food and water only conserved so much, but in the energy sector, cutting back on usage meant freezing to death. And this was the effect. Hundreds were dying every day due to mandatory power cuts in the slums, leaving impovershed families to freeze to death.

'URANIUM DEPOSIT DEPLETED! ENERGY PRICES SOAR!'

'PROSPECTS OF OFF SHORE OIL DIM!'

'LAYOFFS CONTINUE AS PRODUCTION SLOWS!'

'COAL, IRON, GONE FROM ANTARCTIKA'

The phone was ringing. It was always ringing. It was Grand Marshall Velspar, complaining about a lack of processed nuclear fuel to run the city of Khartoum. Or maybe it was Honvorg, informing the Lord Protector that in the coming days, 25,000,000 people would lose their jobs, leaving 25,000,000 people on the streets, stocking the unemployment lines. Or even better still, it could be Darcosh, his the Director of Finance, telling him that Kroando's credit standing with the world was failing, in response to economic recession. Malthus gritted his teeth. These problems were not leaving his desk. That was evidenced enough by the unread stacks of files labeled, 'EMERGENCY REPORT! - SEE IMMEDIATELY!'

And the phone still rang. Ringing. Ringing. "What the fuck is it!?", shouted Malthus as he picked up the phone, screaming his rage at the man on the line.

"I am sorry to disturb you Lord Protector, but I am afraid I have grave news...",, the voice was that of Junker's CEO, Morris Junks. "The platinum mines in New Grevestok have run out... we are diverting all resources to iron ore and lumber."

"Sonofa...", Malthus began, more problems. No solutions. Kroando would die. "Find me more Morris. Drill wherever you must. Find it. Find it..."

"Yes sir... it's just that... well sir... there isn't much left."

Malthus threw the phone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. He then pushed the stacks of papers on his desk to the floor, rage in his eyes as he slammed his fist upon his obsidian desk. And just then the doors opened. A man in a dark suite entered, the man was Rikon Bane. He approached the desk of the Lord Protector, without uttering a word, stepping over the piles of papers on the floor, and laid down a folded piece of paper on the desk. And as promptly as he had entered, he turned and walked out, just the way he had come.

Malthus, his nerves calming, picked up the paper and unfolded it. The words read, TAKE IT.

[This is the begining of a series of problems... and responses by Kroando. It will introduce a very violent and aggressive foriegn policy. At this point theres not much to be done besides laugh at the failing economy, which is occuring as a result of a complete depletion of Kroando's Natural Resources.]

common sence we need to see more of it, take what you need but canno't attain whithout force.:sniper:

Two Bums on the street, the City of the Blessed

Bum 1: I found 10 Nokka on the ground today.

Bum 2: Really?

Bum 1: Yeah, it was just lying there in the gutter.

Bum 2: Wow with that much money, you could probably go to Kroando, and buy half the country.

Bum 1: How would that help me, I want to get out of poverty, not into it.

Bum 2: Oh, yeah, sorry.

Bum 1: It's okay.

Bum 2: I tried Berny's Outreach Center.

Bum 1: And?

Bum 2: Man, you were right. It was great, but still not as good as that time they mistook me for an insider trader and I ended up in that minimum security country club of a prison for a week. They had a private chef trained by Wolfgang Puck.

Bum 1: Why does everything good always happen to you?

Bum 2: Your the one who found 10 Nokka, you the lucky one.

OOC: The Beaten, those bum things are LOL :D Anyway, this is a formal laugh coming up IC

IC:

To Kroando

We have heard of your massive economic recess...and we are, sadly, unable to help you. Your pitiful blight, however, is noticed. Do not worry. Though your standing with the world is down, you may now just be in the world spotlight.

Shansekia

Though Shansekia put up an image of pity, across the cities, hundreds had a good laugh watching the power plants fail, the unemployed even outnumbering the local chipmunk swarms. Traders laughed as they sucked the coffers dry out of the few who still had money.

(OOC: thank you, I try)

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Williamoforange posted the following comment today at 23:31.
sorry, but I don't see why a nation of six billion people would reside exclusively in an area lacking commonly used resources, and with a permanent temperature that makes my dog freeze solid. Like, don't most people have one or two colonies these days? Isolation was proven a failure at least a century ago.
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Anonymous posted the following comment today at 23:33.
ya william, dont they trade with any1? cause most ppl get resorces they dont have from tradin. course i dont know much about economic matters but it seems common sense.
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mkjg4789 posted the following reply today at 23:34.
They brought this economic collapse upon Themselves. It was because of their Godless Capitalist regime and its Oppression of the Working Class. Also its failure to love God and worship His ideals. The corrupt Businessmen became corrupt, they overused the resources of the land, which would have lasted had the Resources been shared Communally; and the resources were Wasted because of its concentration on the demands of the MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.
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Anonymous posted the following reply today at 23:36.
Speaking of military, I can see one possible way out of this. Invade and annex a smaller nation! War solves all problems doesn't it?
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The time is now 23:40

OOC: Say what? And Kroando, let's here something about the goings-on there.

"What I want you to do, Chairman, is have your firm begin making aggressive purchases in the commodity markets to drive up the price of coal, oil, uranium, even electricity. From there, I've instructed your friends at Naibakov to begin selling their positions in these commodities, to reap profits accordingly."

"And, from there, of course, the Kroandan economy will accelerate its decline, forcing their government to act. They move, perhaps invade a small country or two, we agree to aid their economy secretly in exchange for trade concessions, investment credits, that sort of thing, and from there we prepare to launch a full-out economic assault on their markets. In a few years, we should have considerable interest in most of their major corporations and the commanding heights of their financial markets."

"Back to your interests in the matter, once you've successfully engineered this manipulation in the Kroandan commodity markets, I will make sure the SEC authorizes your merger with Naibakov. They may be 'independent', but not independent enough to forget their ties to the Merinovs. I imagine a suitable disbursement from the Kosyachenko family assets should convince them, my influence aside."

"Now, Chairman, get to work. The markets will be opening soon."

Classroom in Kroando

“Children, what would you do if you were thirsty, and yet there was no more water to drink?”, the school teacher proposed to her class.

“Why Mrs. Burkens, I would ask my neighbor for some of his, so that I might sustain myself.”, responded the young boy, raising his hand as he spoke.

“Correct Kilgir. But what if your neighbor refused? What if he had only enough for he and his family?”, the teacher continued, forcing the children to challenge the morals they had struggled with for the few years they had been alive.

“Well Mrs. Burkens, I would ask my other neighbor, surely they would have some to share.”, retorted a girl, the smile upon her face not comprehending the moral behind the question.

“No Rinda, they do not have surplus either. And those whom do have enough to share, shall charge us a price that exceeds our ability to pay. What do you do class?”, the school teacher looked around at the stunned room. All knew the answer. They all wanted to shout it out. They wanted to scream it. ‘TAKE IT! TAKE IT!’ They wanted to yell. But that answer could not be correct… it violated all they had ever been taught. “Come now children, what do you do when you are thirsty, and no one will let you drink from the well?”

“YOU TAKE IT MRS. BURKENS! YOU TAKE THEIR WATER!”, shouted a young light skinned, dark haired girl. The look of the typical Kroandon about her. Her face was one of anger, frustration. The mere thought of one's neighbor refusing to give her water irritating her to the point of anger.

The class sat wide-eyed and curious. That was their answer. Their head swivled. First to Rinda. Then back to Mrs. Burkens. They anticipated the words. 'No Rina, that is wrong.' They knew they were coming. Violence could not be morally justified. Could it? "Yes Rinda. That is correct. You take the water so that you and your family may drink."

Virticon City, Lord Protector Malthus' Office

The Lord Protector read the headlines, sweat dripping down his head in the 52F degree room. It had been the same for months. Every day he had seen the problems the state struggled to keep the men of the nation employed by increasing the ranks of the military, keeping production up by going into debt paying Arms Companies for weapons they did not need. Mandatory rationing of food and water only conserved so much, but in the energy sector, cutting back on usage meant freezing to death. And this was the effect. Hundreds were dying every day due to mandatory power cuts in the slums, leaving impovershed families to freeze to death.

'URANIUM DEPOSIT DEPLETED! ENERGY PRICES SOAR!'

'PROSPECTS OF OFF SHORE OIL DIM!'

'LAYOFFS CONTINUE AS PRODUCTION SLOWS!'

'COAL, IRON, GONE FROM ANTARCTIKA'

The phone was ringing. It was always ringing. It was Grand Marshall Velspar, complaining about a lack of processed nuclear fuel to run the city of Khartoum. Or maybe it was Honvorg, informing the Lord Protector that in the coming days, 25,000,000 people would lose their jobs, leaving 25,000,000 people on the streets, stocking the unemployment lines. Or even better still, it could be Darcosh, his the Director of Finance, telling him that Kroando's credit standing with the world was failing, in response to economic recession. Malthus gritted his teeth. These problems were not leaving his desk. That was evidenced enough by the unread stacks of files labeled, 'EMERGENCY REPORT! - SEE IMMEDIATELY!'

And the phone still rang. Ringing. Ringing. "What the fuck is it!?", shouted Malthus as he picked up the phone, screaming his rage at the man on the line.

"I am sorry to disturb you Lord Protector, but I am afraid I have grave news...",, the voice was that of Junker's CEO, Morris Junks. "The platinum mines in New Grevestok have run out... we are diverting all resources to iron ore and lumber."

"Sonofa...", Malthus began, more problems. No solutions. Kroando would die. "Find me more Morris. Drill wherever you must. Find it. Find it..."

"Yes sir... it's just that... well sir... there isn't much left."

Malthus threw the phone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. He then pushed the stacks of papers on his desk to the floor, rage in his eyes as he slammed his fist upon his obsidian desk. And just then the doors opened. A man in a dark suite entered, the man was Rikon Bane. He approached the desk of the Lord Protector, without uttering a word, stepping over the piles of papers on the floor, and laid down a folded piece of paper on the desk. And as promptly as he had entered, he turned and walked out, just the way he had come.

Malthus, his nerves calming, picked up the paper and unfolded it. The words read, TAKE IT.

[This is the begining of a series of problems... and responses by Kroando. It will introduce a very violent and aggressive foriegn policy. At this point theres not much to be done besides laugh at the failing economy, which is occuring as a result of a complete depletion of Kroando's Natural Resources.]

In the midst of war South Lizasauria spotted oppurtunity.

To Kroando government:
greetings, we are well aware of your situation and I think we can help each other, you see we are at war with a cultist nation and it's allies and the problem is we need more allies and more men fighting for the cause, another problem we have is our enemies have abundant supplies. We will give you coordinates for areas rich and abundant with resources and the coordinates of their supply lines, our forces alone can't take them but surely with your aid we can. Just be sure to leave the list of territories we send to you alone, we plan on taking those territories for ourselves. Also if you aid us we will get the SLFR to connect to your nation which will most certainly bring jobs and allow you to trade more effectively with other nations thus satisfying all our economic and military needs.

-Minister of Foreign affairs
-Grand Marshall Donnel
-General Grath

the Theocracy of Rogue Protoss recognises Kroandan need for help and offer to send 4 govement controlled companies to take care of the unemployment:
Khas Industries.(Soda Sales)Hiring: 400,000
Furinax Inc.(TImber Industry) Hiring: 600,000
Shelak Lmd.(Soda Sales) Hiring: 700,000
Harab Pvt.(Mining)Hiring: 300,000

We also send 4,000,000,000 barrels of Oil and hoopefuly build nucleur reactors to supply energy needs

Tevlar, Honvorg Steel Mill

"Go the fuck home! There are no more god damn work hours! There's no work here! Go away!", shouted the burly foreman as several security guards attempted to force the gates closed, pushing against the mobs that were attempting to get back in. "Go home damnit! There is no more iron here! How do you expect to smelt iron if it's not here!? Go away! There is no work here!" Security Forces promptly began firing gas grenades and rubber bullets into the mob, forcing the several thousand men to slowly withdraw from the scene.

"Fuck you Nordok! Honvorg owes me three weeks pay and my rents over due! Fuck you, give me my money!", shouted one of the irrate workers as he choked on tear gas, not so weak however that he could not hurl a chunk of stone at the foreman. Before long KroKore Legionnaires were unloaded on the area, driving through the mob with tanks and armored vehicles, spraying the block with tear gas and beating those whom did not break up. Protests and riots such as these could not be tolerated. However it was quickly not becoming an option, as demonstrations such as these were overwhelming the nation.

Millions... billions sat in their homes, unemployed. This had nothing to do with the old Kroandon belief that the lazy and the weak were simply unemployed due to sheer slothfulness, but this came from another factor. The factor came from a lack of resources. Antarctika, Kroando's main island was now devoid of natural resources, and although it could feed itself through sub-terranean farming and chemical synthetic foods, food alone was not enough to maintain the gargantuan economy the Kroandon's previously had operated under. Kroando was surrounded on all sides by nothingness for over 4,000 miles. Nothing but vast expanses of ocean and blue seas anyways. Kroando's colonies, though highly productive, simply did not produce enough in the way of raw resources to sustain it's economy. Iron Ore, Uranium, Tin, Copper, Nickel, Titanium, Tungsten. These were the metals that Kroando's monsterous economy flourished on. The first three previously being plentiful on Antarctika... until it was depleted.

Now the colonies of Kroando were working triple their planned rates to ship as much raw metal ore back to Antarctika as was humanly possible... but these colonies, seven or eight in total, simply could not sustain the massive economy that was Kroando. Some experts simply said foriegn investment was required... however what was there to invest in? Buy more drills to drill for oil that was not there? More bulldozers and digging equipment to harvest the depleted iron mines? Even still, the idea of trade was currently being employed... to no sucess. Kroando's extremely cheap sources of metal were vanishing... thus were Kroando's cheap metal products. Without these products exports dropped off of the face of the earth, leaving deficit to pay for imports. Some suggested importing the raw metals formerly used. However the price of these metals, coupled with the massive transportation costs, simply made this economically insane. The only way Kroando could operate under this system, was to bring in the metal ore... for free. There was nothing to do... Kroando's way of life was ending. Kroando along with it if something was not done... and fast.

Nationally Televised Speech from Lord Protector Malthus

Malthus stood before the obsidian podium, before the Capital Building, looking over the vast numbers of people assembled before him. Virticon City, arguably the biggest city in the world, with over 1.1 Billion residents. Over 300 Million of them were now without jobs... and in the coming months, they would all die if action was not taken. The Lord Protector looked behind him. There stood the most powerful men in Kroando. Grand Marshals Velspar, Exion, Arkan, Kharne and Klague. On their flanks the CEO of the Helicon Korporation, Rickard Helicon, to his right, Gordok Honvorg, the owner of the largest Korporation in Kroando, Honvorg Iron & Arms. Further down the line still came Morris Junks, the CEO of the Junks Korporation, then Kornelius Mekus, the Chairman of the Kroandon Energy Konglomerate, and finally, the CEO of HydroKorp, the only fully functioning industry in the entire country, Bladen Lorek. Behind them stood some thirty Directors and Director Secretaries, all the leading power in Kroando in one spot.

He turned back and smiled, confidence within him as he looked not only to the millions assembled before him, but at the billions watching on TV. "Brothers and Sisters of Kroando, today is a dark day in our nation's long and glorious history.", Malthus began, his voice booming, echoing for miles. "Today we have encountered something we have never seen before. We are facing a problem that our economy, our ideology, our very way of life is not suited for, and now we are dying under the weight of this problem." Malthus paused, looking over the masses.

"We ran out. That is our problem. Nature, good fortune, God almighty has tested us. We were not given enough to survive, and this was no accident. Our lands were made insufficient so that we might be tested. So that the universe could truely see if Kroandons were the strongest people in the world, or if they would fail at the first sign of adversity.", Malthus continued his speech, slowly leading to words all awaited.

"By no fault of our own do we now suffer under the weight of unemployment. Of economic recession. Of wide spread depression. We have for nine months suffered under this Grand Stagnation, and now it is time for us to get out. It is time for this to end."

"We must take it. The Legions of our nation sit idle, but no longer. We shall throw our full weight into foriegn annexations, conquests and takeovers. We must take from those who have what we need. We must conquor, destroy and remove those whom would oppose us... we must expand."

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TO. South Lizasauria

We accept your proposal. Please upload data on the situation. [Link please]

[Sorry, short on time]

From the Office of the Ministery of Foreign Affairs

We are utterly shocked at your imperialism. To be exact, we would IF this were a different situation. However, your situation details no other solution, and we support you. Go for the small ones who hide mounds of resources in their lands. As to how you will sustain your legions, we can supply food...at a cost. Transmit us a private message, and we'll get started.

Wishing you luck,
Minister Cyran Dagg of Foreign Affairs

R.L. was reading the latest reports from the joint Dominion/UDD embassy in Kroando and they were bleak to say the least. His Secretary of Diplomatic Relations, Garret Torn, was buzzed into his office.

"Garret, these reports are frightening to put it lightly," R.L. said as he put the paper on his desk, "The nation is verging on hysteria and we have Dominion personnel in a well-supplied embassy. I don't think that twenty solders are enough to turn back a city. We need to consider evacuation if things get bad."

"If I may remind you Mr. President," he replied, "diplomats are only recalled if the country is deemed persona non grata and they have committed no such offense to merit that insult."

"My concern, Secretary, is for our people over there. I highly doubt the Kroandan government will look kindly upon armored vehicles and more troops being sent into their country. And you are right, we cannot simply recall our delegates. I shudder to think what would happen if the populace became desperate enough to try raiding embassies."

"To be frank sir, we have only to wait and see. The best we could do is position a satellite over the country and keep a constantly open line to the embassy until this has blown over," Torn pulled out a phone and began doing just that.

"Do you suppose they'll try taking hostages to extort aid from us?"

Torn looked up from the phone, his face somber, "Honestly, I really don't know."

President kharzev looked over some papers that were on his desk. Stuff he didnt vare about. Stcks, happenings in the Armani and Moria, and the attacks on the CRU. He threw them all to the side until he saw something with the name Kroando. It had been a long time since he had seen that name.
" When was it?" he said aloud, but only so he could hear it.
" It was... oh yes, Hexon."
He was only a General in the army when, himslef and a group of his soldiers were sent to Hexon to help exterminate the bastards. They were awful he had always thought. During his tour their, he saw that Kroando was almost a superpower. Now, he read about people freezing to death, and resources running out. He had sympathy, as they were the ones who helped lead Cripistan into a better path. Kroando had put over a trillion USD into Cripistans economy, leading to a glorious era. But eventually, civil war had plagued the nation. Now, they were rising again. Becoming powerful again.
" Marshall!" he yelled.
" I want you to contact Kroando right now. Tell them we will help in anyway possible."
"Yes sir." replied Matshall.


Official Telegram To Mr. Velspar:

Due to the recent events in your nation, we feel obligated to help. You had put trillions of dollars into our economy, and helped us a great deal. We ask that you not be stubborn, and tell us if there is anything we can do. We will also accept iny personal to have a plot of land in Cripistan to use as a base until you can find a way to end the occurances in Kroando.

Signed, John Marshall
Minister of Foreign Affairs

While we feel some remorse for your suffering masses, we cant help but feel a sense of personal satisfaction in your utter failure as a nation. If you think war will save your frozen, nuclear, waste of a country then you have another thing coming. Logan and Ky today stands strong, with a thriving economy and a powerful military. Expect payback for your past deeds. If you still wish to deny your involvement, fine, but dont yabber on about it to us. We have more important things to do. Be warned, any attempt on the sovereignty of Logan and Ky or any of its colonies will be met with swift and massive resistance.

Signed,
Erikk Svalbard
President, Logan and Ky

Fortress Command - Unknown Location

"Comrade Brigadier Colonel, it's happening."

The Brigadier Colonel nodded, not daring to break the brittle silence that filled the Situation Room. The Kroandons had snapped, and rightfully so.

"Good, comrade. Send the preprepared message and await for further orders."

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TO: KROANDON GOVERNMENT
RE: POSSIBLE CONFLICTS

ALPHA NINER CHARLIE...CHANNEL READY FOR USE.

MESSAGE START.

Comrades in Kroando, we feel for you. We know what it is like to have a hopeless situation heaped upon us. Therefore, we are willing to help you in your, ah, conquests. Whatever you need, we will labor to get - even if that is military aid.

Good luck, comrades. To the victors go the spoils, eh?

MESSAGE END.

XXX-(948SB9S*S)
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~Official Imperial Democracy Communique~

To: Krandoan Government
From: President James A Hogart

The Imperial Democracy feels the greatest sorrow for the starving people of Kroando. Therefore, the Imperial Democracy wishes to begin setting up food distribution centers and begin supply drops over Kroando; However, we will only do this is the Kroandoan Government approves.

To The Government of Kroando,

We feel deep remorse and sadness for the masses of people unemployed in your nation. Because of your mercenaries in our nation we will reach out and take in any one who wishes have a job. You may send everyone currently on the streets in Kroando if you want. As well we will hire 600,000 people to work in the Irondeck Naval Company or the BloodStrand Military Company. We are currently mining in uninhabbitted areas all around the world and the next time we find oil expect it to be shipped to you.

OOC: Let's assume that the Vantanian companies have a small hold in your nation, and say one million USD's in government and economic investment. For the fun of it. Someone's got to be the bad guy, eh? If you want to reverse the proclamation, hold the embassy hostage, and do some privateering. You should be doing privateering anyways though, it can help with recession.

IC:

Imperial Proclamation

By order of Empress Erika Redmark I, the Democratic Empire hereby:

-Removes all Kroandan workers from Vantanian possessions from the Nation of Kroando, including, but not limited to, stores and factories, to be replaced with foreigners
-Demands pay for all investment and loan in the Kroandan government and economy, roughly one million Universal Standard Dollars
-Fires all Kroandans working in Vantanian companies
-Deports all Kroandans, other then those of the Embassy, to Kroando
-Raises tariffs on Kroandan goods by fifteen percent, and reduces exports to Kroando by fifty percent

Tevlar, Honvorg Steel Mill

"Go the fuck home! There are no more god damn work hours! There's no work here! Go away!", shouted the burly foreman as several security guards attempted to force the gates closed, pushing against the mobs that were attempting to get back in. "Go home damnit! There is no more iron here! How do you expect to smelt iron if it's not here!? Go away! There is no work here!" Security Forces promptly began firing gas grenades and rubber bullets into the mob, forcing the several thousand men to slowly withdraw from the scene.

"Fuck you Nordok! Honvorg owes me three weeks pay and my rents over due! Fuck you, give me my money!", shouted one of the irrate workers as he choked on tear gas, not so weak however that he could not hurl a chunk of stone at the foreman. Before long KroKore Legionnaires were unloaded on the area, driving through the mob with tanks and armored vehicles, spraying the block with tear gas and beating those whom did not break up. Protests and riots such as these could not be tolerated. However it was quickly not becoming an option, as demonstrations such as these were overwhelming the nation.

Millions... billions sat in their homes, unemployed. This had nothing to do with the old Kroandon belief that the lazy and the weak were simply unemployed due to sheer slothfulness, but this came from another factor. The factor came from a lack of resources. Antarctika, Kroando's main island was now devoid of natural resources, and although it could feed itself through sub-terranean farming and chemical synthetic foods, food alone was not enough to maintain the gargantuan economy the Kroandon's previously had operated under. Kroando was surrounded on all sides by nothingness for over 4,000 miles. Nothing but vast expanses of ocean and blue seas anyways. Kroando's colonies, though highly productive, simply did not produce enough in the way of raw resources to sustain it's economy. Iron Ore, Uranium, Tin, Copper, Nickel, Titanium, Tungsten. These were the metals that Kroando's monsterous economy flourished on. The first three previously being plentiful on Antarctika... until it was depleted.

Now the colonies of Kroando were working triple their planned rates to ship as much raw metal ore back to Antarctika as was humanly possible... but these colonies, seven or eight in total, simply could not sustain the massive economy that was Kroando. Some experts simply said foriegn investment was required... however what was there to invest in? Buy more drills to drill for oil that was not there? More bulldozers and digging equipment to harvest the depleted iron mines? Even still, the idea of trade was currently being employed... to no sucess. Kroando's extremely cheap sources of metal were vanishing... thus were Kroando's cheap metal products. Without these products exports dropped off of the face of the earth, leaving deficit to pay for imports. Some suggested importing the raw metals formerly used. However the price of these metals, coupled with the massive transportation costs, simply made this economically insane. The only way Kroando could operate under this system, was to bring in the metal ore... for free. There was nothing to do... Kroando's way of life was ending. Kroando along with it if something was not done... and fast.

Nationally Televised Speech from Lord Protector Malthus

Malthus stood before the obsidian podium, before the Capital Building, looking over the vast numbers of people assembled before him. Virticon City, arguably the biggest city in the world, with over 1.1 Billion residents. Over 300 Million of them were now without jobs... and in the coming months, they would all die if action was not taken. The Lord Protector looked behind him. There stood the most powerful men in Kroando. Grand Marshals Velspar, Exion, Arkan, Kharne and Klague. On their flanks the CEO of the Helicon Korporation, Rickard Helicon, to his right, Gordok Honvorg, the owner of the largest Korporation in Kroando, Honvorg Iron & Arms. Further down the line still came Morris Junks, the CEO of the Junks Korporation, then Kornelius Mekus, the Chairman of the Kroandon Energy Konglomerate, and finally, the CEO of HydroKorp, the only fully functioning industry in the entire country, Bladen Lorek. Behind them stood some thirty Directors and Director Secretaries, all the leading power in Kroando in one spot.

He turned back and smiled, confidence within him as he looked not only to the millions assembled before him, but at the billions watching on TV. "Brothers and Sisters of Kroando, today is a dark day in our nation's long and glorious history.", Malthus began, his voice booming, echoing for miles. "Today we have encountered something we have never seen before. We are facing a problem that our economy, our ideology, our very way of life is not suited for, and now we are dying under the weight of this problem." Malthus paused, looking over the masses.

"We ran out. That is our problem. Nature, good fortune, God almighty has tested us. We were not given enough to survive, and this was no accident. Our lands were made insufficient so that we might be tested. So that the universe could truely see if Kroandons were the strongest people in the world, or if they would fail at the first sign of adversity.", Malthus continued his speech, slowly leading to words all awaited.

"By no fault of our own do we now suffer under the weight of unemployment. Of economic recession. Of wide spread depression. We have for nine months suffered under this Grand Stagnation, and now it is time for us to get out. It is time for this to end."

"We must take it. The Legions of our nation sit idle, but no longer. We shall throw our full weight into foriegn annexations, conquests and takeovers. We must take from those who have what we need. We must conquor, destroy and remove those whom would oppose us... we must expand."

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TO. South Lizasauria

We accept your proposal. Please upload data on the situation. [Link please]

[Sorry, short on time]

IC:

To Kroandons:
Disc sent with records of Grecian war with enough information to give them a feel for who they're dealing with. We are gathering maps at the moment. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545208&)

*sends cords for Grecian mining territory* This area is heavily guarded however with our combined strength we can take it. *sends pic of map of the area South Lizasauria wants to reclaim* This territory here belonged to our Lizasaur citezen's ancestors, it is theirs by birthright. It was the vile plague of the Grecians that took it over. Let us liberate these lands from this vile cult. Militarism maybe frowned upon abut you citizens and the world will frown upon you much less since your rule would be less oppressive than the Grecian one. We suggest you annex only bad countries that way you'll get lots of support and your economy would boom.

[@South Lizasauria. I am sorry for the confusion, but at the time being, I do not have a PMT/FT Nation. My nation is actually MT, well NS MT, but MT all the same. Sorry to waste your time.]

Virticon City

News of the the Vontanian withdraw from the Kroandon Economy, the news of the lay off of Kroandon workers, the news of the deportation of Kroandon nationals... it hit the streets with a fervor. Kroando was a powder keg doused in gasoline... and Vontanas was a match. Kroando was suffering, they suffered against all of their better judgement. They suffered not due to their own faults, but due to the faults of nature. Due to the unequal distribution of natural wealth. They wanted to blame the Korporations... but it was clear, they simply had nothing for the people to do. There were no bars of iron to melt down. There were no guns to assemble. The boats which had filled the massive harbor of Scolar were no longer coming in. The sub-terranean monorails which usually hauled in millions of tons of raw minerals were no longer pulling such treasure. They looked to the Government, asking to be employed... but nothing could be done. With over 185,000,000 men enrolled in the military, they could not afford to keep any more off the streets. They looked to God, and when the icy clouds that were the Kroandon heavens did not open up, they looked away. The next place they looked was Kroandon Times.

"VONTANAS TO SHUT DOWN EMPLOYMENT! STEAL KROANDON DOLLARS!"

And so the lynchings began. Armed mobs took to the streets, as unemployed members of the Dolmot [Kroandon Army Reserves] took up their weapons and scoured the streets, smashing the windows of small businesses owned by Vontanians. Burning them to the ground before tearing their owners from their holes, dousing them in kerosene, and lighting them, taking humor from the smoldering corpses of the foriegners. Fury ran throughout Kroando, anyone resembling a Vontanian, speaking Vontanian, or simply not speaking Kroandon, was beaten, and then murdered.

It would not be quite fair to say this was the independent action of the mobs. The State Controlled News Papers ran column after column about the impact of Vontanian moves, exaggerating their effect to no end. 'Vontanas To Seize Aid Funds', that was a great one, in reference for the demand of 1 Million Dollars. Public Speakers, always paid by either the government, or one of the Korporations would roam the streets speaking to the unemployed masses. Media stations fueled the fire of hatred, blaming Vontanas for every single problem the nation had ever encountered in it's entire existance. My God were those Vontanians horrible. Not only did they torpedo Kroandon refugee ships, they tortured puppies, broke down nuclear reactors, made Anarctika cold and even caused acne. Those fuckin' people. Massive protests filled the streets, demanding blood. Demanding war. Once all of the Vontanians in the country hung from sky scrapers, effigies were burned, and their calls for war were soon to be answered.

"You know in Logan and Ky, they wipe their asses with paper currency! You know what they said to you all when they heard of our troubles? They told us to burn in hell! They laughed at us! The world laughs at us now! You know what kind of aid the world has for us? They have laughs, they scorn us. Vontanas is responsible for the theft of you wealth. For the theft of your jobs. They have seized iron deposits which would employ you for years to come... and they simply throw the iron into the ocean.", or so the rumors went.

Vontanas may have thought that poking a wounded tiger with a needle would be a good way to draw blood from the beast. All it had done was direct a nation to war. War that could not be lost, for failure to take the lands, valuables and wealth of that nation would result in complete destruction. Millions of Legionnaires mounted their transport vessels. Tens of thouands of tanks rolled onto the massive carriers. Thousands of naval vessels began departing from Scolar, carrying the massive force into the distance. Vontanas would pay not for the sins they had commited, for those were relatively minor and insignificant. They would pay for those that Kroando said they committed.

It all began with Malthus' Decleration...

Kroandon Decleration of Economic Withdraw from Vontanas

In light of the horrible economic stagnation within Kroando's borders of Antarctika, the Koalition has deemed it necessary to enact the following measures in regards to the nation of Vontanas.

1. All Kroandon Funds invested in Vontanas, currently frozen, are to be transferred to Kroando effect of immidiately. We estimate our investment to be in the range of 2.3Trillion Dollars.

2. Vontanas is to restore previously agreed upon import tariffs, which lay at a subsidy of -15%, as was agreed upon at the conference held late last year.

3. Vontanas is to restore their agreed import quota from Kroando, which sits at 5.4Trillion USD's in goods per year.

4. Vontanas shall resume their promised sales price of iron ore and urnanium, twenty cents per kilogram for the former, one dollar per kilogram for the former. Kroandon Imports shall remain at 420Million Tonnes per month.

5. Vontanas is repay as of immidiately, the 1.4Trillion Dollar Loan made in early 2003, which has not been repaid in the least.

Signed,
Lord Protector of the Imperial Koalition, Malthus

Of course it was all made up. Kroando had at most, a few million in Vontanas. But the papers now said otherwise. Kroandon reports, files, data bases and systems were all changed, to make the statement true. It did not matter if the world bought it, it just mattered that they see it, and use it as an excuse not to get in the way of the juggernaught currently moving to conquor Vontanas. The drums of war were beating...

Telegram to Greston, Cripistan, Cazelia, Shansekia

We thank you for your aid and motions of support. Those of you whom wish to provide free, or long-term loan food and supplies, are free to do so. We doubt the ability of air drops, however we shall grant access to our Port City of Scolar to drop off such aid. We need no other aid other than the knowledge that you support us in our quest to gain the substance of nature we require to live. We thank you.

Malthus

[Vontanas... I've been waiting for a nice scape goat... I will post a war thread soon, and provide a link. This should be fun.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545376]

[@South Lizasauria. I am sorry for the confusion, but at the time being, I do not have a PMT/FT Nation. My nation is actually MT, well NS MT, but MT all the same. Sorry to waste your time.]

Virticon City

News of the the Vontanian withdraw from the Kroandon Economy, the news of the lay off of Kroandon workers, the news of the deportation of Kroandon nationals... it hit the streets with a fervor. Kroando was a powder keg doused in gasoline... and Vontanas was a match. Kroando was suffering, they suffered against all of their better judgement. They suffered not due to their own faults, but due to the faults of nature. Due to the unequal distribution of natural wealth. They wanted to blame the Korporations... but it was clear, they simply had nothing for the people to do. There were no bars of iron to melt down. There were no guns to assemble. The boats which had filled the massive harbor of Scolar were no longer coming in. The sub-terranean monorails which usually hauled in millions of tons of raw minerals were no longer pulling such treasure. They looked to the Government, asking to be employed... but nothing could be done. With over 185,000,000 men enrolled in the military, they could not afford to keep any more off the streets. They looked to God, and when the icy clouds that were the Kroandon heavens did not open up, they looked away. The next place they looked was Kroandon Times.

"VONTANAS TO SHUT DOWN EMPLOYMENT! STEAL KROANDON DOLLARS!"

And so the lynchings began. Armed mobs took to the streets, as unemployed members of the Dolmot [Kroandon Army Reserves] took up their weapons and scoured the streets, smashing the windows of small businesses owned by Vontanians. Burning them to the ground before tearing their owners from their holes, dousing them in kerosene, and lighting them, taking humor from the smoldering corpses of the foriegners. Fury ran throughout Kroando, anyone resembling a Vontanian, speaking Vontanian, or simply not speaking Kroandon, was beaten, and then murdered.

It would not be quite fair to say this was the independent action of the mobs. The State Controlled News Papers ran column after column about the impact of Vontanian moves, exaggerating their effect to no end. 'Vontanas To Seize Aid Funds', that was a great one, in reference for the demand of 1 Million Dollars. Public Speakers, always paid by either the government, or one of the Korporations would roam the streets speaking to the unemployed masses. Media stations fueled the fire of hatred, blaming Vontanas for every single problem the nation had ever encountered in it's entire existance. My God were those Vontanians horrible. Not only did they torpedo Kroandon refugee ships, they tortured puppies, broke down nuclear reactors, made Anarctika cold and even caused acne. Those fuckin' people. Massive protests filled the streets, demanding blood. Demanding war. Once all of the Vontanians in the country hung from sky scrapers, effigies were burned, and their calls for war were soon to be answered.

"You know in Logan and Ky, they wipe their asses with paper currency! You know what they said to you all when they heard of our troubles? They told us to burn in hell! They laughed at us! The world laughs at us now! You know what kind of aid the world has for us? They have laughs, they scorn us. Vontanas is responsible for the theft of you wealth. For the theft of your jobs. They have seized iron deposits which would employ you for years to come... and they simply throw the iron into the ocean.", or so the rumors went.

Vontanas may have thought that poking a wounded tiger with a needle would be a good way to draw blood from the beast. All it had done was direct a nation to war. War that could not be lost, for failure to take the lands, valuables and wealth of that nation would result in complete destruction. Millions of Legionnaires mounted their transport vessels. Tens of thouands of tanks rolled onto the massive carriers. Thousands of naval vessels began departing from Scolar, carrying the massive force into the distance. Vontanas would pay not for the sins they had commited, for those were relatively minor and insignificant. They would pay for those that Kroando said they committed.

It all began with Malthus' Decleration...



Of course it was all made up. Kroando had at most, a few million in Vontanas. But the papers now said otherwise. Kroandon reports, files, data bases and systems were all changed, to make the statement true. It did not matter if the world bought it, it just mattered that they see it, and use it as an excuse not to get in the way of the juggernaught currently moving to conquor Vontanas. The drums of war were beating...

Telegram to Greston, Cripistan, Cazelia, Shansekia

We thank you for your aid and motions of support. Those of you whom wish to provide free, or long-term loan food and supplies, are free to do so. We doubt the ability of air drops, however we shall grant access to our Port City of Scolar to drop off such aid. We need no other aid other than the knowledge that you support us in our quest to gain the substance of nature we require to live. We thank you.

Malthus

[Vontanas... I've been waiting for a nice scape goat... I will post a war thread soon, and provide a link. This should be fun.]

OOC: I mislabelled that. It should have been pmt-ft which would include all techs in between. So your fine. In fact you'll notice that in the records MT is used the most for many IC reason including costs, resources, availability and such.

Vetalian Mercantile Exchange, 8:59:59

Across the country, indeed across the world, the calculated Vetalian assault on the Kroandan commodity markets began with the chiming of the opening bell. Orders were placed, block trades carefully designed and timed to coincide with the reports of worsening supply situations around Kroando. Shuffled through a complex and twisted network of brokerages, intermediate financiers, and hedge funds, they successfully engineered the appearance of a strong rally rather than outright market manipulation.

Commodities prices rose, and rose, and rose. Several times during the day, market stops were put in to place in an attempt to tame the rally, but in the end the desired effects had been achieved. The Kroandan markets would see very, very strong increases in commodity prices, merely fueling the already precipitous decline.

It all began with Malthus' Decleration...

Of course it was all made up. Kroando had at most, a few million in Vontanas. But the papers now said otherwise. Kroandon reports, files, data bases and systems were all changed, to make the statement true. It did not matter if the world bought it, it just mattered that they see it, and use it as an excuse not to get in the way of the juggernaught currently moving to conquor Vontanas. The drums of war were beating...


The Theocracy of Rogue Protoss has offered to aid you in your time of need, have you considered joining the Fegosian Union?
Also we invite you to send a diplomat to speak before the conclave about how we can aid you? we also offer Kroandan Korparations to open up in Rogue Protoss

As smoke began to rise from the Kroandan Capital city, The guard of normally two Dominion Defense Force soldiers retreated behind the large iron gate of the embassy and six more came out to reinforce. Four were just inside the main lobby, two were posted just outside the Ambassador's office, and the remaining six were on the roof. All had holstered their pistols in exchange for assault rifles and were shifting nervously.

The violence hadn't seemed to reach the Subterranean Diplomatic Sector, but reports were streaming in that all non-Kroandan nationals were being targeted. All but minimal embassy staff were relocated to the upper floors with soldiers and a skeleton crew manning the lowermost two.

In his office, the Ambassador, Retired Colonel John Hammond was typing his hourly situation report back to First City:

Mr. President,
The city is in total chaos. Rioting has gripped the streets and nationals from the nation of Vontanas are being targeted because of some kind of economic pullout. I am begging you, we are begging you, to at the very least send reinforcements to help us.
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Back in his office, R.L. read the communique and immediately responded:

Ambassador,
If the embassy has not yet come under attack it is doubtful it ever will. If we offer the government help, they will have no need to attack the embassy for leverage. Sit tight and wait it out, I may need you to take a vehicle to their main government building with a proposal. If the streets are as bad as you say they are, I am authorizing you also bring along your personal sidearm and two DDF's in the Cobra.

He then began typing a communique to the Kroandan government:

Official Diplomatic Communique to Kroando from the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter
We have recieved reports of the situation in your nation and sympathize with your plight. I am sending our ambassador over to negotiate some forms of aid we can provide. I cannot speak on behalf of the Directorate, but my nation at least will be willing to help.
President R.L.

Approval was sent to the embassy and the Ambassador along with his two personal bodyguards piled into one of the embassy's two Humvee Cobras (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/Humveecobra.jpg) and departed for the Kroandan government building; the embassy gates closed very quickly behind them.

It all began with Malthus' Decleration...

Of course it was all made up. Kroando had at most, a few million in Vontanas. But the papers now said otherwise. Kroandon reports, files, data bases and systems were all changed, to make the statement true. It did not matter if the world bought it, it just mattered that they see it, and use it as an excuse not to get in the way of the juggernaught currently moving to conquor Vontanas. The drums of war were beating...


The Theocracy of Rogue Protoss has offered to aid you in your time of need, have you considered joining the Fegosian Union?
Also we invite you to send a diplomat to speak before the conclave about how we can aid you? we also offer Kroandan Korparations to open up in Rogue Protoss

Diplomagon Hall - Main Kroandon Foriegn Affairs Building

The Ambassador from Ruthless Slaughter was quickly ushered into the building, lines of KroKore Legionnaires stationed around the building, holding back the Anti-Vontanian Protesters whom screamed and shouted, demanding Vontanian Blood. Kraken II MBT's were stationed at every street corner, the massive vehicles seeming to be enough to keep back the angry civilians from whatever area needed protecting. The doors of Diplomagon Hall, a massive building made entirely from obsidian rock, were quickly opened to allow the Ambassador and his staff inside, and once the doors shut, it was a different world.

The sounds of the outside could not be heard in this sound proof building, calm was the mood at hand, as fully equipped Legionnaires were positioned every few meters. A member of the Koalitionist Guard approached the Ambassador, and motioned for the man and his staff to follow. A good five minutes later, they arrived at the office of the Director of Foriegn Affairs, the guard stopped, and showed the Ambassador in.

Director Riglir Vergot quickly read the message, and soon reacted. "Mr. Ambassador, let me assure you... the Subterranean Diplomatic Sector is completely secure, no additional forces will be required to secure your embassy." The Subterranean Diplomatic Sector could only be accessed from the surface by a large tunnelesque entrance in the Governmental Sector of Virticon City. The entrance itself guarded by four tanks, two hundred Auxiliary Police, humvees and Legionnaires. This was clearly an excess, as the protests were not even seen in the area, but to be safe... all precautions were taken. "If you wish to ensure your safety... I'd suggest distributing food with your nation's emblem upon it. But this is completely up to you of course... your nation's embassy is safe."

Communique to Rogue Protoss

We thank you for your aid and support, but at this time, do not see joining the Fegosian Union as a wise move. We do however take interest in moving to Rogue Protoss in the realm of Korporate expansion. If at all possible, several of our leading Korporations would like to set up mines, if your nation possessed Iron Ore Deposits, Uranium Deposits, or other metal ore deposits, we would be very grateful to have access.

[Lord Protector Malthus]

Task Group 9

Eleven freighters of the Theoroshian Merchant Marine traveled through the waters, protected by three destroyers and a cruiser.

On the cruiser, the TFS Boulder, the Commodore ordered the pre-arranged message to be aired.

***
TO: GOVERNMENT OF PORT CITY OF SCOLAR
RE: SUPPLIES

MESSAGE....START.

SUPPLIES EN ROUTE TO PORT CITY OF SCOLAR VIA TASK GROUP 9. SUPPLIES INCLUDE FOOD, WATER, BUILDING SUPPLIES, AND MEDICAL SUPPLIES. REQUEST PROTECTION OF KROANDON NAVY WITH SUPPORTING THEOROSHIAN NAVY VESSELS.

MESSAGE...END>
***

****Transmission****

To: Kroando

We have decided to send food for free. We have surplus grape (and wine) crop as well as wheat and milk.

It's Coming,
Minister Cyran Dagg of Foreign Affairs

Four armed Smetz-class cruisers formed a convoy around 40 coporate merchant trawlers that had "volunteered" their services. Heading for the port of Scolar, they slowly moved on...

To: Kroando
From: The Grand World Office of Energy, and the Office of Foreign Affairs

We understand that your nation is mainly without power, causing many of your people to live in darkness and freeze to death. Therefore, we are sending a total of 35 Refined Uranium Pellets to your Energy Department, which should hopefully provide emergency energy to the most desperate parts of the nation.

((OOC: I think one Uranium Pellet in RL is equal to about 35 million metric tons of coal. I do know that it's over a million metric tons of coal, though.))

"Uranium pellets...I want your field agents to buy them up. Find someone in the power companies willing to take a big enough bribe to hand them over and keep those pellets from reaching Kroando. It doesn't matter who does it as long as someone does it."

Scolar, Antarctika

How confused the Theoroshian and Shansekian vessels must have been when they came within 75km's of Scolar. Port? Where? All there was to be seen was ice... ice that stretched for miles as far as the eye could see. A glacial sheet, over 30 meters thick that extended from Scolar, which sat on the edge of the frozen earth, all the way to the fleets of those whom had come to aid Kroando. The Kroandon Fleet was for the most part, far away, preparing to do battle with the Vontanian Empire... those ships which were at home, sat in Scolar's walled harbor, which was probably half the size of Rhode Island [the city of Scolar being roughly the size of New York State].

How in the hell did the Kroandons expect to get their supplies? How did Kroando do business? All was answered by the next transmission to the Theoroshian and Shansekian Fleets. Psssshhhhttttt... Path to be cleared shortly. Please remain calm, do not be alarmed by future actions.

The strange transmission was ended by the faint sounds of thundred far, far away... and within a minute, by the massive explosion of 406mm High Explosive Shells against the glacial sheet which had reformed since the departure of the Kroandon Navy. Dozens of shells fell within the first minute, cracking the ice, breaking it apart piece by piece. Closer to shore the 240mm Guns railed non-stop, blowing away chunks of ice, melting down the damned hazardous bulwork which had stood in the way of the visitors. The artillery pounded and pounded, dumping over 6,000 shells before the ice was substantially destroyed. And within two hours, Kroandon Visari Class Destroyers had traversed the passage way, and escorted the visitors to Scolar. As they arrived, the 100meter tall walls slowly cranked open, granting them access to the harbour.

Within the hour the vessels had docked, and a massive number of Kroando dock workers stood smiling, happy to be granted a days work...

Communique to the Grand World Order

Our deepest gratitude is yours. We cannot express our thanks enough, and request you direct the uranium pellets to Scolar. We shall not forget our friends in times to come.

[Lord Protector Malthus]

"What the..." glanced the Shansekian convoy admiral, staring across his field of vision. Expecting a port, they arrived to find a giant ice sheet, as large as the eye could see.

"What should we do, sir?" questioned the assistant. He was obviously new to the job.

"Blow it up."

They sent two transmissions:

To the Port:
Psssshhhhttttt... Path to be cleared shortly. Please remain calm, do not be alarmed by future actions.

To the Theoroshian Convoy/Fleet
Psssshhhhttttt...They forgot to remind us about the ice, eh? Oh well. We'll be clearing it out shortly with 406mm HE shells. Care to join us? We got a map.

Grand World City of Boron, Nuclear Mining Facility & Power Plant-

There was an unusual amount of guards that day. Guards ranging from mere Civilian Control Officers, to Dept. Of Energy Guards, to Special Tactics Force Agents. A large truck, made of lead, depleted uranium, ceramics, and the metal needed to make a truck, pulled into the facility. The truck was dark, dark gray, almost black. In white letters, it said on each side: "GRAND WORLD ORDER DEPARTMENT OF ENERGY". Under these words was another sentence, "RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL TRANSPORT TRUCK", and under that, was the GWO flag in white. A Department Security Guard was driving the truck, clad in the widely known Law Enforcement Patrol Armor, which was nationally accepted as the symbol of the Government's interference with daily life. Several men wearing full nuclear protective suits emerged from inside the facility. One was carrying a bag, which carried the Uranium Pellets. The others were carrying MI-8 Carbines, a FHASAW Heavy SAW, and a few FSIAAS Automatic Assault Shotguns. The rear doors to the truck opened, the men climbed into the large box-like room, and dropped the bag into a lead box. Several trucks that looked identical to the one carrying the pellets made their way from the pathways inside the facility, and the convoy set out, flanked by Boron Civilian Control PAtrol Cars, two RSAV Riot Tanks, and a Divine Tiger. A few small vans followed, each one filled with S.T.F. Agents or Department Security Guards. They were headed to the Air Force base.

As the Shansekian convoy unloaded its goods, a bit far away from the Theoroshian convoy, the workers drooled as they saw wine, cereals, milk and a few bottles of beer pass straight beneath their eyes. Looking around, they noticed the destroyers were very far back, behind the 40 trawlers. They wouldn't notice.

A few minutes later, the workers dragged the crates of food onto the warehouse train, which would move the precious cargo to bars and cereal mills everywhere. A quick bribe ("Borrowed" from the Shansekian trawler, and almost priceless due to the economy) to the inventory officer let them sneak off with a few crates of cereal. And wine.

Diplomagon Hall - Main Kroandon Foriegn Affairs Building
Communique to Rogue Protoss

We thank you for your aid and support, but at this time, do not see joining the Fegosian Union as a wise move. We do however take interest in moving to Rogue Protoss in the realm of Korporate expansion. If at all possible, several of our leading Korporations would like to set up mines, if your nation possessed Iron Ore Deposits, Uranium Deposits, or other metal ore deposits, we would be very grateful to have access.

[Lord Protector Malthus]

We do have several large Iron Ore Depostis that have not been touched in the northern portion of our country we welcome you to them, if alloted timber supplies, for we have large supplies of iron, yet little timber

Diplomagon Hall - Main Kroandon Foriegn Affairs Building

The Ambassador from Ruthless Slaughter was quickly ushered into the building, lines of KroKore Legionnaires stationed around the building, holding back the Anti-Vontanian Protesters whom screamed and shouted, demanding Vontanian Blood. Kraken II MBT's were stationed at every street corner, the massive vehicles seeming to be enough to keep back the angry civilians from whatever area needed protecting. The doors of Diplomagon Hall, a massive building made entirely from obsidian rock, were quickly opened to allow the Ambassador and his staff inside, and once the doors shut, it was a different world.

The sounds of the outside could not be heard in this sound proof building, calm was the mood at hand, as fully equipped Legionnaires were positioned every few meters. A member of the Koalitionist Guard approached the Ambassador, and motioned for the man and his staff to follow. A good five minutes later, they arrived at the office of the Director of Foriegn Affairs, the guard stopped, and showed the Ambassador in.

Director Riglir Vergot quickly read the message, and soon reacted. "Mr. Ambassador, let me assure you... the Subterranean Diplomatic Sector is completely secure, no additional forces will be required to secure your embassy." The Subterranean Diplomatic Sector could only be accessed from the surface by a large tunnelesque entrance in the Governmental Sector of Virticon City. The entrance itself guarded by four tanks, two hundred Auxiliary Police, humvees and Legionnaires. This was clearly an excess, as the protests were not even seen in the area, but to be safe... all precautions were taken. "If you wish to ensure your safety... I'd suggest distributing food with your nation's emblem upon it. But this is completely up to you of course... your nation's embassy is safe."

Torn nodded, "Good, I was getting nervous when we heard news of nationals coming under attack. I have been authorized to organize an aid program, and I'm glad you already addressed the issue of how the containers are marked; we've had other nations that were quite picky about where the relief came from.
With your permission, we'd like to secure the largest nearby airfield if it's not in use to set up a distribution center for food and other necessities. The security we'll provide will be minimal but noticeable. I can't say for certain what can be done about jobs for your people, but at the very least relief supplies will be distributed and we can discuss a long term, no interest loan."

He nodded to one of his two guards who produced a phone and began dialing the embassy's number to make the arrangements.

Theoroshian Supply Fleet, aboard TFS Boulder

"Comrade Commodore, we're getting word from Fleet Headquarters."

The Commodore nodded at his subordinate, gesturing with his hand to send it to his personal combat computer stationed to the right of him. With an affirmation from the XO, the Commodore looked down and read the message.

COMMODORE REVIER

TASK FORCE ABLE (YOUR TASK GROUP) IS TO MAINTAIN STATION WHILST TASK FORCE ABLE-2 TRANSISTS OCEANS TOWARDS PORTS. ORDERS ARE TO MAINTAIN GENERAL QUARTERS ALERT AND TO NOT FIRE ON ANY UNITS UNLESS FIRED UPON. ATTACHED IS TOP SECRET (READ MESSAGE ON WAR TIME MESSAGING) TO BE SENT TO KROANDON GOVERNMENT. GOOD LUCK ABLE.

He self conciously nodded. The Kroandons had been nothing but helpful to his men, and he would show the same respect to them as they had shown to him. However, the news of Task Force Able Two coming in was news to him. He didn't know what the message read, and he didn't care. He served the State, and he would do as they asked.

He turned to his communications officer. "Comrade, send the attached message to the Kroandon miltiary high command."

The ensign nodded. "Yes, comrade commodore."

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To the Kroandon leadership;

It is with great honor that we are able to help you. Many times we have felt the burden of not being able to have enough resources, but we have always managed to bring ourselves from the impending doom.

That's why we are puzzled by the acts of the Vontanian Empire. They have acted uncourtesly, without thinking of their actions. That is why we wish to pledge military support. We hope that our offer helps you greatly, and should you accept, Task Group Able Two is carrying three companies of our first division. With your approval, 30,060 infantry and 10,045 artillery pieces will land at the Port of Scolar. If you choose not to approve, then instead we will just give the supplies that Task Group Able Two is carrying and bring our soldiers home.

Whatever you choose, comrades, we hope that our relationship grows into a strong friendship.

Czar Eric Brant
Ruler of the Socialist Federation of Theoroshia
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The convoy rushed through the streets, blocking off all sorts of traffic and running numerous red lights. A teenager threw a rock at the Divine Tiger's commander, and the commander quickly whipped out his MI-P57 pistol and fired a single shot at the teen, with the intent to scare him without much collateral damage. They arrived at the gates to the Air Force base, and the guards quickly opened the enterance, allowing the convoy in. The men in the radioactive protection suits grabbed the bag of Uranium pellets and made their way to a waiting C-130 plane, which was surrounded by several F-22s and F-35s. They threw the pellets into another box of lead, and sat down in seats within the plane. The plane taxied onto the runway, along with it's escorts. "Foxtrot, Echo, Delta, Alpha, Foxtrot, Uniform Niner Three, Clear for takeoff along with escorts." crackled through the radio from the control tower, with slight interference due to the radioactive materials on board.