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Akimonad Resumes Whaling Program

Kent, Akimonad -- In a press conference at the Ministerial Palace today First Minister Dr. Jules Hodz announced that Akimonad would be restarting its whaling program after its disbandment following an agreement with The Far Echo Islands. "We need the revenue from whaling." he said to several hundred assembled journalists. "We also believe that this is a great way to unite the region of Continentia."

Dr. Hodz also released an open offer to Continentian nations to assist in whaling efforts.

In response to questions about resistance to the reinstatement of the program, Dr. Hodz was cool. "There will always be resistance." he said. "There's always someone that hates us. But that's why we have a navy." Dr. Hodz said he will be cooperative with Continentian nations if they request whaling not be performed in their waters.

Soon after the announcement, numerous whaling ships, once in storage following their disuse, were seen departing from Akimonadi ports into territorial waters and the economic exclusion zone.

OOC: Open for international reaction and sending your own Rainbow Warrior in. Actual whaling may be difficult for non-Continentian nations, though, given Continentia's geography. Continetian nations can whale and whatnot freely.

Ministry of Trade

Effective Jan. 1st, all ports in Vetalia and its dependencies are hereby reopened to Akimonadi whaling ships and the importation of whale products will resume under the regulations in place prior to the cessation of the program. This includes Vetalian Oceania in the CEFI, which will serve as the primary hub for futures trading of whale products on the Vetalian Mercantile Exchange.

Nistolonia Ministry of International Relations

The Akimonad whaling program is another example of humans taking advantage of the environment for their own selfish needs. Until banned, Akimonad whalers will not be allowed in the harbours of Nistolonia or any of its protectorates.
Good Day


OOC: Gah...I've created a nation of tree-huggers...

Zanziik Condemns Akimonadi Whaling Policy

Port Royal, Zanziik
Michael Trufont, AP

In a move not surprising to many, President Charles Beverly of Zanziik reaffirmed his hatred of all things non-profitable-for-the-nation-of-Zanziik-alone by condemning the recently announced renewal of Akimonad's whaling policy. Stating that he 'disliked whales as much as the next guy,' Beverly went on to say that he felt there was no need for this 'Akimonadi attempt at disrupting the delicate economic balance currently maintained in Continentia.'

Beverly announced that all vessels whaling in Zanziim waters will be subject to seizure under charges of piracy.

OFFICIAL RESPONSE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF TRADE AND COMMERCE
indentAkimonadi whaling ships may feel free to operate in Alacean waters, so long as they follow the miniscule regulations set by our law. The Lord Consul himself applauds this effort to incorporate the nations of Continentia in economic harmony. Whaling has always been legal in the Sovereign Empire and her poccessions; we would be thankful if Alacean whalers would be allowed to operate in Akimonad.

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Kiravian Empire

Permissum Astrum Subleuco

Secriat of Health & Welfare

Cetacean Rights Office

We condemn and express our disgust at this Human supremacy movement, and the immaturity displayed by the Akimonadi at their inability to accept the sentience of any creature other than a Human. If an Akimonadi whaling ship enters the Exclusive Economic Zone of a Kiravian Empire province, or a protectorate under the Kiravian Commonwealth, they will be shot on sight. If our naval forces in the Echo Islands come upon an Akimonadi whaler, it should expect the same fate.

Alacean whalers are permitted to navigate our waters, but we will not permit them to engage in whaling in our territory.

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Republic of Jeuna
Office of the President

As always, vessels flying the Akimonadi flag are quite welcome in Jeunese harbors, and in the area of the ocean over which this government has jurisdiction.

Sincerely,

Fan Banou
fan.ban@president.go.jn
President, Republic of Jeuna

Ministry of Trade

Effective Jan. 1st, all ports in Vetalia and its dependencies are hereby reopened to Akimonadi whaling ships and the importation of whale products will resume under the regulations in place prior to the cessation of the program. This includes Vetalian Oceania in the CEFI, which will serve as the primary hub for futures trading of whale products on the Vetalian Mercantile Exchange.

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Confederate States of the Echo Islands
Official Government Response

We certainly hope you will reconsider this. We will not interfere with your sovereign right to conduct this ugly business in you nation, but we cannot accept it happening on Dominionia Island, essentially our front doorstep. While there was never any formal contract, we though you understood that, while we would be more lenient with the enforcement of them, Vetalian ships within the economic exclusion zone followed CFEI maritime law, as they always had prior to this. We are willing to negotiate on this matter to some extent. Perhaps we should work up a formal relations contract.

Signed,
Jarijo Jarni, Sectary of Trade and Foreign Affairs

We certainly hope you will reconsider this. We will not interfere with your sovereign right to conduct this ugly business in you nation, but we cannot accept it happening on Dominionia Island, essentially our front doorstep. While there was never any formal contract, we though you understood that, while we would be more lenient with the enforcement of them, Vetalian ships within the economic exclusion zone followed CFEI maritime law, as they always had prior to this. We are willing to negotiate on this matter to some extent. Perhaps we should work up a formal relations contract.

Signed,
Jarijo Jarni, Sectary of Trade and Foreign Affairs[/FONT]

Ministry of Trade

We are willing to discuss the matter, as it would allow us to formally delineate the terms and conditions of our administration in the CEFI. As whaling is not an economically significant component of Oceania's economy, it is not a matter for which we are willing to risk our relations with your country. The Viceroy of Oceania has assured us there is little public opposition to upholding the whaling ban in the territory.

In fact, we would be willing to halt any and all whaling-related activities in Oceania until an agreement is reached. We understand your opposition to this activity and would be willing to comply with your wishes, both in the name of preserving our relations and to ensure the sustainability of whale and other cetacean populations in the CEFI.

Ministry of Trade

We are willing to discuss the matter, as it would allow us to formally delineate the terms and conditions of our administration in the CEFI. As whaling is not an economically significant component of Oceania's economy, it is not a matter for which we are willing to risk our relations with your country. The Viceroy of Oceania has assured us there is little public opposition to upholding the whaling ban in the territory.

In fact, we would be willing to halt any and all whaling-related activities in Oceania until an agreement is reached. We understand your opposition to this activity and would be willing to comply with your wishes, both in the name of preserving our relations and to ensure the sustainability of whale and other cetacean populations in the CEFI.


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Confederate States of the Echo Islands
Official Government Response

This is great, thank you for understanding. We will be working on a formal agreement of the terms governing Vetalian Oceania over the next few days.
Signed,
Jarijo Jarni, Sectary of Trade and Foreign Affairs

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Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs


As always, Imperial ports are open to all Akimonadi vessels assuming they have the proper registration to dock in a Cravanian port, easily acquired through communications with the central port command. Akimonadi whalers are more than welcome to partake in the act of whaling in Cravanian territorial waters assuming they register with the central whaling authority in their port of call in Cravan. Registration makes finding and, in some cases, rescuing lost whaling ships or whaling ships under attack from radical environmentalist groups much easier, and is recommended. Each catch of the day must be brought back to port and registered with the central whaling authority for clerical purposes, however there is no true "daily limit" to the number of whales that can be harvested.

Many thanks for reading this, friends, and I hope to see further joint business ventures between the whaling nations of our respective nations in the future.

Signed,

Sir Leroy Webbings
Leroy Webbings
Director of Foreign Affairs

OFFICIAL CONDEMNATION NOTICE
THE UNITED KINGDOMS OF MACARONIA AND RAVIOLIA

The United Kingdoms utterly condemn the barbaric practices initiated by The Autocratic Federated Empire of Akimonad and supported by Republic of Jeuna. There is absolutely no justification for your actions - they are abhorrent. The United Kingdoms resolves not to allow you to continue to pursue this policy unobstructed. To this end, we are dispatching the 12th Cruiser flotilla to intercept all Akimonad whaling vessels in international waters. They have orders to board, seize or destroy all such vessels.

Our vessels are enroute as we speak. You have 48 hours to recall your whalers.

You have been warned.

Official Response

Akimonad shall end not its whaling program due to threats. The Seventh Coastal Guard has been dispatched and will handle all resistance.

~Commandant-General Daniel Heusen
Akimonad Defence Forces

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Ytterbograd

Amongst the bustling shipping of Ytterbograd's ports emerged a fleet of military ships. Composed mostly of Corvettes and Avisos, the fleet sped out towards the ocean where they would protect any whaling vessels.

Meanwhile, any outgoing whaling vessels were given submachine guns to protect themselves.

Official Message

While the Grand Galactic Royal Interstellar Federated Sovereign Parliamentary Democratic Imperium of Siev, Kash, and Avalon has absolutely nothing to do with Continentia or any of the nations thereof, nor is whaling permitted in Sievese waters due to the fact that whales have been hunted nearly to extinction in previous decades and have only recently been reintroduced to the seas; we nonetheless support Akimonad's policies as its right as a sovereign nation.

Moreover, we advise the trigger-happy government of the United Kingdoms of Macaronia and Raviolia to stand down; this is nothing to threaten a war over, and should you fail to recall your ships and at least make a half-hearted attempt at diplomacy, we shall start writing angry letters. You have been warned.

signed,
Lady Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi
Queen of Spades
Chief Diplomat of the Sievian Imperium
Third Holder of the Iron Cup of Thlaxx
.

OOC: lol @ my typo. Fixed.

IC:

TRANSMISSION TO FLOTILLA LEADER

Akimonadians refusing to stand down.
Commence hostilities immiediately
Base out.

Official Statement from TSRT Government
"The Totalitarian States harbors are, as always, available to Akimonad shipping of any kind provided they have scheduled their arrival within at least a day in advance. As per standard with all none-allied shipping. Shore leave will have to be run through the Ministry of State, as per standard.

However, when it comes to Macaronia and Raviolia we have this to say:
If you harm an Akimonadi vessel in any waters that do not reject them, we will not be pleased and will be more then willing to launch military action against your nation."
End Message

Ministry of State

The Vetalian government supports the Akimonadi state and will grant protection to its vessels and people within our waters. Any attempts to harass or otherwise disrupt Akimonadi shipping in Vetalian territory will be treated as the interdiction of legitimate commerce and will be dealt with accordingly. We will not hesitate to use force to ensure the continued safety of Vetalian waters for all forms of legal commerce.

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OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNICATION

The Sovereign Kingdom wishes to express its full support for the nation of Akimonad and for its whaling industry. Bruxellan harbours are, as ever, open to all Akimonadi vessels. We would like to warn the United Kingdoms of Macaronia and Raviolia that any attack on Continentian civilian shipping will be considered an act of war, and similarly acted upon.

- Edward Marsh
- Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs

Second Coastal Detachment of the Seventh Coastal Guard

The five avisos were patrolling Akimonad's EEZ in a small formation. Through the light fog some sight was possible, but the detachment mostly relied on radar.

The radar began making noises. A cruiser was not far off. It wasn't an allied cruiser, that was certain.

The captain of the small force radioed to the cruiser.

"Halt and return to your location of embarkation. Leave the Akimonadi Economic Exclusion Zone immediately."

2325
East-North-East of Cape Hook
Continentia

In the name of expediency, people were known to do a great many things. Even as society became more complex, minds were always thinking of ways to do things in an easier fashion, and the shipping industry, among a grand many others, of course, was no exception. It was very common to simply fly one ensign for the duration of the voyage, rather than change between two—or three—flags. Since Jeunese vessels regularly made the trip around Cape Hook (made necessary by the strained relations between Jeuna and Zanziik, which had caused the Ministry of Transportation to forbid all travel into that nation for fear of citizens being attacked) to deposit their cargo in Akimonadi harbors, and vice-versa, often one would have ships one one nationality flying the flag of the other. It didn't particularly matter to either: they got on well enough, even if there was little in the way of official pacts, and neither was at war with anyone—well, until recently, that was.
+++The Tingbo (婷波), a whaler-turned-tramp-freighter registered to the Jeunese shipping company Tieshan Transport but flying the Akimonad civil ensign, had been stuck in one of the legendary storms around the Cape, and had not been in contact with shore authorities from Northford or elsewhere for some time because of it. Furthermore, their satellite phone had become damaged when water leaked in through a cut seal, and was now inoperable. It was on its way back from Akimonad to Jeunese territory through tattered remnants of the storm that had thrown it about on the seas the previous night, and, incidentally, straight into the open maw of the deploying cruiser flotilla.

Bridge; Cruiser Flotilla Flagship

"Sir, we're picking up a transmission"

"Yes?" replied the Commodore, not looking up from his position by the window, binoculars held up, scanning what little of the horizon he could make out through the fog.

"Halt and return to your location of embarkation. Leave the Akimonadi Economic Exclusion Zone immediately. It's the Akimonadians, Sir!"

"Bearing?"

"Twenty degrees to starboard, sir."

"Pass the ranges to the gunnery post. Transmit the following message: "Akimonadian Barbarians. This is the AS Aglo. You are to stand down and escort all whaling vessels to port. Repeat, stand down and escort all whaling vessels to port, over."

Turning to scour the horizon with his binoculars, yet able to see little, he heard the Executive Officer call the ship to Action Stations behind him, noting the depositing of flak-jacket and helmet by his coxswain beside him.

"No response, sir" replied the Comms Officer.

"Detecting a new radar signal, sir. Small vessel...probably one of the whalers, sir."

"Very well. Message to fleet. Open fire on all radar contacts"

War Office Statement

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In response to declarations by the government of Macaronia and Raviolia that she intends to attack civilian whaling ships flying an Akimonadi flag, His Majesty's Government is forced to conclude that a more general threat exists to all civilian whaling ships within the Continentia region. For the purposes of protecting the persons and property of Praetonian subjects engaged in the whaling industry, and Praetonian-flagged whaling ships, as well as the general peace of Continentia, His Majesty wishes it to be known that any and all armed vessels flying a Macaronia and Raviolia flag are liable to attack or seizure without warning by His Majesty's Imperial Navy.

As Macaronia and Raviolia has failed to issue a declaration of war to Akimonad, Macaronia and Raviolian captains who are seized by the Imperial Navy, and who are believed to have been involved in attacks on civilian whaling ships, are liable to be tried for the crime of Piracy in the Crown Commonwealth, for which the maximum penalty is death by hanging.

It is hoped that this will do much to reassure Praetonians, Continentians and foreign travellers and residents in Continentia that their lives and their possessions will be adequately protected against piracy and assault.

God Save the King.

OFFICIAL DECLARATION BY THE UNITED KINGDOMS OF MACARONIA AND RAVIOLIA

Following the recent announcement by the Praetonian government that they will continue to harbour barbarians, that they will intercept innocent Macaronian vessels and arbitrarily execute their crews - and in doing so contravening the standards expected of civilised nations - the Government is unfortunately left with no choice but to declare that a state of war now exists between the United Kingdoms and The Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia.

Further to this declaration of war, a state of civil emergency is declared within the United Kingdoms. All men of military age are hereby called upon to attend their local drafting point and enlist in the UK Reserve Militia.

The Raviolian Air Force has announced its intention to launch air strikes upon Praetonian military installations with immediate effect. MAY GOD BLESS ALL MACARONIANS!

Official Declaration of Apathy

To the government of Macaroni and Raviolia,

Your persistent disregard for the diplomatic process, your unprovoked declarations of war, and your general lack of common sense have left the Grand Galactic Royal Interstellar Federated Sovereign Parliamentary Democratic Imperium of Siev, Kash, and Avalon with no choice.

We have issued no less than five angry letters complaining about the situation to your government office. Moreover, we have banned your nation from building an embassy within Siev, and we are strongly considering issuing a travel advisory for Macaroni and Raviolia! We advise you to stand down and rescind your declarations of war, before even more extreme measures are taken.

signed,
Lady Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi
Queen of Spades
Chief Diplomat of the Sievian Imperium
Third Holder of the Iron Cup of Thlaxx
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Official communique from The Empire of the Wolf to Macaronia and Raviolia

Fools! Your existence is a lesson in how to not be an effective state, embrace your doom now.

Emperor Ianovich I

Pax Lupum!

Official communique from The Empire of the Wolf to Praetonia

I applaud you in your tough stance and will send economic aid to help your country recover after you have finished dealing with these irritants that call themselves Macorians or whatever. If you need more then ask.

Emperor Ianovich I

Pax Lupum!

PRNS Kestrel
Hermes Class Carrier
250km from Akimonadi Waters
1400 Hours

Captain Lars Andersen stood on the bridge of his carrier, staring out toward the fleet surrounding him. The 3rd Naval Fleet was on standard patrol, and thus far it had been uneventful. As the clock on the nearby wall turned to 2 PM, he spotted the ship's XO, Commander Nicholas Taylor, coming to relieve him of duty. "Commander Taylor standing ready to releive you, sir," the younger man said, saluting. "Captian Andersen ready to be relieved," the captain replied methodically. Stepping aside, he handed the helm over to Taylor. "I stand relieved. Take good care of her for me," he pronounced before walking towards the bulkhead door. Suddenly, the radio cracked to life. "Akimonadian Barbarians. This is the AS Aglo. You are to stand down and escort all whaling vessels to port. Repeat, stand down and escort all whaling vessels to port, over." Snapping back around, Andersen reasserted command of his vessel. "Scramble the fighters! They so much as look at those Akimonadi vessels funny and I'll have our wing blast 'em out of the water!"

20km from Akimonadi waters
Captain James Snow deftly manuvered his Storke fighter into position at the lead of his flight. Arming his missiles and flipping on his radio, he spoke calmly. "Attention Akimonadi air control, this is Captain James Snow of the Prestonian Maritime Air Service, callsign Swordsman. Request permission to ingress Akimonadi airspace in support of vessels under attack. Enemy country of origin unknown. Repeat, Akimonadi vessels under attack by unknown bogey, over."

IC: Official Statement from TSRT Government
"The aggressive actions of Macaronia and Raviolia will not be tolerated. As of now a state of war exists between the Totalitarian State of Red Tide and the United Kingdoms of Macaronia and Raviolia. Let us make one thing clear right here, right now: your nation will burn."
End Message

Airbases all over TSRT Mainland...

The first SB-04 Strategic Bombers screamed down their runways a mere hour later and into the air, bomb bays filled with napalm and high explosive bombs. With 632 bombers in the air, they swung around and headed for the largest coastal city in Macaronia and Raviolia, escorted by E-1 Electronic Warfare & Air Control(EWACs) aircraft.

Simultaneously, NIA-04 Naval Interdiction Aircraft armed with CM-3 Anti-Ship Missiles were put on standby for possible scramble against any Macaronia and Raviolia naval forces at sea. Finally, the 2nd Dreadnought Battlegroup in its naval port began to ready itself for sorty, its target: the Macaronia and Raviolia homeland.

OOC: Should I start a OOC thread?

7th Continentia Patrol Task Group
380nm North of Macaronia and Raviolian 12th Cruiser Flotilla

The decks of the carriers Pheasant, Platypus and Glorious were a hive of activity. The two escort carriers and one fleet carrier, expecting a month or two of exercises and wargames in home waters, instead found themselves on the frontline of a war against a country they had never heard of before. The Cabinet back in Kingston had been similarly put out, and had ordered an immediate strike to "put the blighters back in their place" before mass conscription plans and other worrying developments reported by the Embassy in Macaronia and Raviolia really started to gather steam.

A combined strike group of 80 Hussar strike bombers assembled in the skies above the small fleet, armed with anti-air missiles, torpedos and Lance anti-ship missiles. Intelligence suggested the enemy were using antiquated gun-armed cruisers and the more expensive long-range Lance missiles would be unnecessary, but it was always good to be prepared.

As the last aircraft gathered above the carriers, the combined formation set course for the Macaronia and Raviolian 12th Cruiser Flotilla, while the destroyers and cruisers of the Praetonian Task Group began to steam towards the Flotilla to bring them within missile range in the next day or so.

[OOC: What does the 12th Cruiser Flotilla consist of?]

Official Clandonian Response
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Open Declaration:

His Majesty's Government fully supports the sovereign right of Akimonad to commence whaling which is an integral part of its fishery industry. In response to the declaration of war on the Crown Commonwealth of Praetonia, our ally and partner of the Royal Georgian League His Majesty's Government issues a declaration of war upon Macaronia and Raviolia. Upon order of the Crown and His Majesty King William VII I hereby order fleet elements of the Grand Expeditionary Fleet to be attached to all Clandonian and Praetonian vessels trading between Clandonian territory and colonial assets in Haven and Continentia.

If Macaronia and Raviolia vessels flagged and port registered vessels are captured their crews will be subject to the 2007 Imperial Merchant Shipping Protection Act, charged with piracy, merchantalism and privateering of which the penalty is death by hanging for non-commissioned crew and firing squad for officers. Further more I warn due to the vast numbers of Clandonian citizens in Praetonia, any strikes will be taken as a direct attack on the Imperial Crown Kingdom and the appropriate measures of retalition will be commissioned on the Raviolian homeland.


God save the King


Prime Minister Sir David Sistilin

((OOC: Praetonia:

12x Aglo-class Cruisers
18x AA Destroyers
2x Mini-Submarines))

Ministry of Trade

Effective immediately, all accounts in the possession of the Macaronians will be frozen to further support our allies in their struggle against their attempt to interdict legitimate commerce, a violation of Vetalian law that carries significant fines and penalties in addition to required compensation for any losses incurred by the interdiction.

However, any trade vessels belonging to the Macaronians will be permitted to dock and trade with Vetalian companies, and vice versa, under the provision that all payments be made in Vetalian rubles. This will ensure that sufficient economic pressure be placed on their nation as penalty for its aggression, but not to the point that it completely destabilizes international trade between our states. Stability is the primary goal of the Vetalian government in this matter.

Dear Emperor Ianovich I,

Your kind words and offers of assistance are greatly appreciated, both for My own sake and for the People over whom I am sovereign. My Government has informed me that the aid you have offered, while not necessary, is a welcome indication of the friendship between our two nations. If your own Realm should ever be in a position where it is in need of help, do not hesitate to ask.

Yours,

King George IV of Praetonia

MRRAD - Macaronia & Raviolia Radar and Aerospace Defence Command HQ
The Central Macaron Mountain Range

"Sir, we're detecting a large number of incoming unidentified aircraft heading towards Orca City."

"Bombers?"

"Impossible to tell at this range, sir. Should I scramble interceptors?"

"Yes. And contact MOD HQ. Recommend going to DEFCON ONE and prepare for the prospect of indiscriminate air raids across the UK"

673.49 Carrier Strike Sortie
Some Distance North of Macaronia and Raviolian 12th Cruiser Flotilla

"Wing Leader to Apollo Strike Leader, you may proceed," Group Captain Stanley Redbright ordered, indicated that the first phase of the attack was the begin. With nine of the eight-plane Strike Squadrons maintaining a safe distance, moving to encircle the enemy Cruiser Flotilla with four squadrons proceeding East and five to the West, Apollo Squadron shot forwards to 'test the waters'. Advancing to within 220 nautical miles of the enemy fleet, the edge of their engagement range, the aircraft fired two Lance anti-ship missiles each, all of them directed towards the anti-aircraft escorts of the cruiser group.

"Let's hope the buggers are dozing," Apollo Strike Leader radioed to the men of his squadron. He knew that, depending on how new the enemy's radar was, they had either not been detected or had, at most been on-scope for a few minuted. Their attack had an element of surprise that subsequent attacks might lack. Nonetheless, the missiles themselves would be no surprise, having to close from maximum range. To carry the attack forwards to achieve successful kills, they would have to rely upon the high speed and heavy warhead of the ramjet-powered missiles.

"Apollo, you are ordered to withdraw, if you please," Group Captain Redbright ordered, somewhat exhasberated. Every second they remained increased the chances of the enemy fleet firing anti-air missiles in their direction - they may already have done so - and so every second wasted put the group in greater danger.

"Yessir, Wing Leader." Apollo Squadron banked around and withdrew at maximum speed to refuel and rearm on board the Escort Carrier Platypus, in case a second assault was necessary.

Zackaroth has never realized the benfits of whaling until today. We would like to thank Akimond for showing us us that whale hunting can still be useful in a modern day setting. Infact Whale meat is actually finding a healthy market amoung the people of Zackaroth and is being used to feed poor famalies throughout Zackaroth this holiday season.

Also a warning to all those who oppose whaling, we will do what we want in our waters and international waters as far as whaling goes. Any attack or seziure of a ZAckaroth whaling ship will be consider an act of war.

Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth

"This George chap seems rather decent," grinned Ianovich as he reclined in his large chair. "I like him. Looks like we'll be getting to know each other a little bit better now that we're at war against the same person. Pass me my MessageTron 3," the Emperor asked his aide, "I have more messages to write."

Official Communique from the Empire of the Wolf to Praetonia

Now the Empire of the Wolf is at war with Macaronia and Raviolia. Rather stupid for such a small nation to pick on an Empire of over 6 billion loyal souls which had done nothing but voice support for a wronged power. Oh well, in such ways are the weak weeded out.

Like I say, both our nations are at war with the Macaronians. Soon I'll be getting my generals to figure out a way to attack them directly. They will pay for wronging us.

Best of luck to your warriors my friend, the Wolf stands by you against thus unwanted agression.

Emperor Ianovich I

Pax Lupum!

To the right and left of the massive bomber formation bearing down on Orca City were 24 EWACs Aircraft. These sophisticated machines were searching for invisible signals with invisible sensors.

As radio broadcasts went out too various Macaronia and Raviolia airfields, the Electronic Intelligence(ELINT) sensors onboard the EWACs detected them. If they were encrypted, the signals were saved in order for the Intelligence Commissarat to have a chance too break the encryption later. If they were not encrypted, they were simply sent too the ELINT Officer onboard.

A conclusion was quickly reached and a burst of LASER communication was shot across the entire bomber formation.

"Prepare for possible enemy fighter attack." It said.

On board the bombers, tail gunners stopped staring blankly out their canvasses and began too check and recheck the equipment on their RADAR-assisted 30mm autocannons. On board the EWACs, the men became more alert and began too actively search for any fighters.

Bridge; Cruiser Flotilla Flagship
Immediately following

"Casualty report!" demanded the Commodore, pulling himself to his feet whilst he spluttered and rubbed his eyes as the acrid smoke filling the bridge began to enter his lungs. Not receiving an immediate reply, the Commodore smashed the window in front of him and pulled himself out onto the deck.

A few gulps of fresh, clean air after, he looked down at the ship below him. Leaning to one side, there was now little but a gaping hole in the side of the vessel in front of him where once the 'A' turret had stood. Odd, dark red stains now covered the deck below, along with unidentifiable limbs.

"Sir, are you alright?" came the voice of the junior COMMS Lieutenant.

I'll live, Lieutenant. Damage report?"

"The Praetonians have hit six cruisers and seven destroyers with missiles, sir. Surprise air assault. They're all attempting to abandon ship to the remaining destroyers. Radar reports the approach of larger capital warships. No information on damage to the flagship. The XO is dead, Sir."

The Commodore paused, but remembered his orders: "Seek out and engage the enemy wherever they are to be found. No surrender. No capitulation." Turning to his young Lieutenant he spoke aloud:

"Continue to repeat the following message until ordered otherwise. Hell, use flags if you damned well have to, but keep it flying: All vessels close with whaling vessels and sink them all. Then make all speed for approaching capital warships."

The Lieutenant gulped. "Aye, Sir"

OFFICAL DELCARTION OF "FISH EVACUATION":

The nation of SilentScope003 has condemned Akimonad's whaling program and its inability to respect the senitence of anyone other than humanity.

We however do not wish to get into a war, or involved in a war. Our goal is not regime change or killing human beings who commit whaling. We are only interested in protecting whales.

Therefore, we are sending in a fleet of "Fishermen" with our flag waving, that will commence in gathering as many whales as possible and placing them in cages for transporation in the SilentScope003 Whale Refugee Camp. These whales will not be harmed nor will they be killed for food. Instead, these whales will be able to reunite with their loved ones, free from the threat of violence, able to reproduce and start their life anew in SilentScope003. These refugees will be granted represenations, and if they desire, they may be granted citizenship. If however, the attacks stop, the whales may peacefully return back to their habitat.

Along with our fleet of fishermen is a small group of military gunboats, purely for defensive purposes, due to the dangerous situation within the waters.

We ask that no nation attack our ships. We come in peace, and we do not want a war. We will respect the nation of Akimonad's choice, but we will do what we can to save as many whales as we can.

TO: SilentScope003

The United Kingdoms applaud your attempts to ensure that no innocent lives are lost in the struggle for interspecies equality. No SilentScopian vessel shall be harmed by Macaronian forces.

OFFICAL DELCARTION OF "FISH EVACUATION":

The nation of SilentScope003 has condemned Akimonad's whaling program and its inability to respect the senitence of anyone other than humanity.

We however do not wish to get into a war, or involved in a war. Our goal is not regime change or killing human beings who commit whaling. We are only interested in protecting whales.

Therefore, we are sending in a fleet of "Fishermen" with our flag waving, that will commence in gathering as many whales as possible and placing them in cages for transporation in the SilentScope003 Whale Refugee Camp. These whales will not be harmed nor will they be killed for food. Instead, these whales will be able to reunite with their loved ones, free from the threat of violence, able to reproduce and start their life anew in SilentScope003. These refugees will be granted represenations, and if they desire, they may be granted citizenship. If however, the attacks stop, the whales may peacefully return back to their habitat.

Along with our fleet of fishermen is a small group of military gunboats, purely for defensive purposes, due to the dangerous situation within the waters.

We ask that no nation attack our ships. We come in peace, and we do not want a war. We will respect the nation of Akimonad's choice, but we will do what we can to save as many whales as we can.

We applaud this effort. The Empire preformed a similar operation to evacuate dolphins from Londinian waters. We will gladly help cover the bulk of your expenses in this operation.

Official Reply from Marshal William Kleek’weeek, Allanean Armed Forces

My dear friends in the Far Echo Islands!

First, let me explain to you that I am not a homo sapiens sapiens. I am an Orcinus sapiens, a sapient killer whale. In Allanea, the rights of all sapients are recognized and respected. On the flip side, Allanea does not recognize, and never will, any rights of non-sapients, and has not recognized regular Orcinus orca or Tursiops truncatus as sapient. It does emotionally disturb me to see orcas hunted and eaten – but I realize that it is my duty as an officer in the Armed Forces of Her Majesty the Queen to defend the right of all sapients to hunt them.

For in Allanea, there are no animal rights, there is no middle ground. You are either sapient, like me – and then you have rights – or you are non-sapient, and you have none. As a matter of fact, Allanea respects the rights of all sapients to kill, eat, or use in industry any animals they happen to legally possess or have a legal permission to cull. In essence, animals are property.

Some time ago, I was involved in the Allied defense of Londinian whaling (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=536944) against a nation with exactly such ideas as you. Back then they gave up and left peacefully.

You, it seems, have been unable to do so.

May God have mercy upon your souls.

Yours sincerely,
Marshal William Kleek’weeek.

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* * *

The Allanean ships were still far outside of the zone of conflict, but there was something they could still do.

From each of the Aviso cruisers, a couple of long-range, anti-ship Khan missiles rose. They could target an enemy ship at a full 7,500 kilometers, and they were truly monstrous vessels.

In total, two hundred of the overpowered missiles [originally designed to kill superdreadnaughts] – targeted the enemy cruisers exclusively.

Official Statement from TSRT Govenrment
"Sentience? Representation? Refugee status? IN WHALES!!??
...
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

That being said, as long as none of these ships interfere with the various military operations that are inevitably going too happen in the area, the TSRT will leave them be."
End Statement

United Estovakia in stuck imbetween two ideals in the helping of the whale lovers, Many beleave that there "Animal First" policy harms more animals that it helps and that needlessly getting into wars will cost dearlly. Yet More think that the Act of harvesting a major part of the ecosystem for the sin known as capitalism is wrong as well. We Will continue to look into this matter. Untill then, we will not alow any whaling ships or anti-whaling ships into our waters, and any aircraft must identify themself and there intentions before entering United Estovakian Airspace, or risk being shot.

United Estovakian Leader Jason Soryu Sukhoi

673.49 Carrier Strike Sortie
Some Distance North of Macaronia and Raviolian 12th Cruiser Flotilla

Group Commander Redbright smiled as he received confirmations that missiles had succeeded in striking their targets. Nonetheless, the job was not done, and there were still anti-air destroyers that forced them to keep their distance.

"Group Report: Any response from OpFor?"

Redbright received a succession of of 'No sirs' from his Squadron Leaders.

"Right then, let's finish these bastards off," he pronounced, silently wishing that the poor chaps would strike their colours rather than facing another round of missile fire from which they seemed unable to defend themselves, "Aphrodite, Ares, Hades and Athena squadrons move to attack."

The die was cast, with all of the Praetonian missile-armed squadrons thrown into the fray, but this time there would be sixty-four missiles rather than just sixteen, prioritising the air defence ships, from two squadrons moving in from the East and two from the West at the same time.

"Macaronia and Raviolian sailors," Redbright began, radioing the foreign fleet, as he saw the missiles' radar returns disappear, "You have acquitted yourselves courageously, and done all that the Honour of War requires. If you surrender you will be treated in accordance with the respect due to your position as soldiers of a sovereign realm. Your position, should you choose to continue, is hopeless. His Majesty has no desire to see you throw your lives away."

Temporary Flotilla Command Post
AA Destoyer Alexis

Having been forced to transfer his flag to a nearby Destroyer, the Commander of the Macaronian Flotilla now had a better grasp of what had happened, and was aware that a new assault wave was massing to the northwest. "Commodore, we are receiving a transmission from the Praetonians, offering us terms of surrender"

The Commodore paused for a moment, turning to the bridge at large. "These people...these barbaric people...have threatened the lives of our fellow creatures. They have declared us to be pirates. They have no respect for our lives, or for the lives of any other creature - be they sentient or not. We may have suffered losses. Undoubtedly, I expect that we shall suffer more. But I will not permit surrender until we have completed the annihilation of the remaining Akimonadian Whaling Vessels. Is this understood?"

"Aye, aye, Sir

"Very well. Sound the air-raid alert. Begin evasive maneuvers. Contact the submarines, order them to engage all remaining whaling vessels and send them to the bottom of the ocean."

A Bell JetRanger III helicopter zoomed in over Akimonad Waters. It had taken flight from a civilian cargo ship that was about 150 miles within the Akimonadi economic exclusion zone, or 50 miles from Akimonadi Territorial waters. It bore no markings; it was painted plain flat black. The ship which it came from hailed from Akimonad, well, this hour it did, an hour before, it had came from Jeuna, and an hour before that, Kirav. The ship was controlled by the Dawn Fin, a universal rights organization of freedom fighters. Sonar had detected what was probably an Akimonadi whaling vessel just inside of Akimonadi waters.

Once the Helicopter reached the ship, the man inside called on the radio to the Akimonadi Vessel:
"This is the Second Coastal Detachment of the Seventh Coastal Guard of Akimonad. We will be deploing several inspectors onto your ship. Please do not be alarmed, this is a routine inspection." The co-pilot lied very well and the radio distortion made it even harder to distinguish the truth.

OOC: I believe you may have issed something.

(OOC: I'm aware of the missiles.)

Group Commander Redbright waited for a response, but it soon became apparent that none was coming. Either the enemy fleet had completely lost communications, or it was stubbornly determined to fight to the end. "You've got to admire their pluck," he thought to himself as the attack squadrons withdrew to rearm.

(OOC: I'm aware of the missiles.)

*waits for some form of reply*

Official Imperial Decree

On order of the emperor the imperial government will allow Akimonad whaling vessels into imperial territorial waters under stipulations that no whaling occur out of predetermined time frames and that a % not to exceed 5% and not to be below 2.5% of all profits from whale's caught in imperial waters be payed to the imperial government.

Any attempts to harm or hamper whaling vessels or their crew while in imperial waters will result in swift military action against said person or persons

Nigel Lums
Foreign Affairs Minister

Temporary Flotilla Command Post
AA Destoyer Alexis

With the second Praetonian wave over, and with the a sudden barrage of unidentified missiles raining down upon the cruisers, the flotilla was crippled. All but three vessels no longer had main armament working. Fifteen vessels lay at the bottom of the ocean - the ocean itself was littered with small orange life rafts and the corpses of Macaronian sailors.

The Commodore was aware his flotilla had suffered fatal blows, and would soon be no more. The only chance of their mission being a success now lay in the hands of two junior commanders in charge of the as-yet-unnoticed submarines he knew to now be amongst the Akimondian Whaling Fleet. He merely needed to keep the attention of the enemy forces for long enough for them to finish off the few remaining whalers. However, they were over 380miles away...

"Repeat to all vessels. Make all possible speed for the Praetonian fleet. Prepare to ram when in range.

A few miles away from the Artificial Island Capital, Magna Polis-

The S.S. "Moby has no Dick" sat in waters directly on the International-GWO line, tracking a highly endangered species of whale. They weren't fishing for personal gain, they were fishing because the government ordered them to. This whale was to be killed and sent directly to the office of Macaronia and Raviolia's leader via UAV. "Whale Ho! Starboard side! Git 'im Billy! Git 'im good!" shouted one of the crewmen. Several harpoons were fired into the whale, and the whale was brought onto the deck. "By golly gee! That's one awful stupid lookin' whale! I'se never seen 'thing like it!" shouted the Captain. "Now, let's go an get our money from the guhvment!" he barked.

“They are doing what?”

“Apparently, they are ramming the Praetonian vessels.”

“You're fucking with me man. They're 380 miles away from the Praetonians, how can they be ramming anything?”

“No idea, dude. I think we should launch another Khan salvo.”

And so 200 more Khans were launched.

“You do realize we only have four Khans left per ship?”

“Yeah, but do you actually care?”

“Nah.”

Lifeboat; Continentian Waters

A young Lieutenant looked out over the flaming wreckage of the once-great Macaronian flotilla, the patches of oil and the various parts of people floating past him. He thought back to the Commodore he'd personally seen felled by the last, fatal Missile attack. He'd had balls, at least. Even if they'd resulted in the death of thousands of innocent Macaronians. All over a bunch of whales..

[OOC: Does that mean your fleet is gone? If not, what is left?]

[OOC: Effectively. Three or four severely crippled vessels still remaining afloat. Two submarines currently within the Akimonadi Whaling Fleet ready to finish them off]

673.49 Carrier Strike Sortie
Some Distance North of Macaronia and Raviolian 12th Cruiser Flotilla

Group Commander Redbright sighed. They were not going to surrender. "Dionysus Squadron shall engage with torpedoes."

They were heavy torpedoes that would engage well out of range of CIWS, but Redbright thanked God that the surviving ships were crippled, or he would have had to have waited for his first squadrons to rearm before completing his victory.

"Wing Leader to Glorious, OpFor crippled with heavy casualties. Request rescue."

Over the next hour, helicopters would begin to arrive to rescue the foreign sailors from their rafts, and then in about 12 hours the fleet would arrive to secure the whalers. They did not know about the submarines.

Control Room, M&R SSN MR371

"Sir, we've managed to sneak in under the noses of the escorts. We're now within the whaling fleet itself,"

"Excellent. Status report on the Forward Torpedo Room?"

"FTR reports ready to fire all six tubes, Sir"

The Commander paused, glancing at his stopwatch, before speaking. "Come up to periscope level, prepare to fire. We only get one shot at this."

Alien Detention Center #3
15km from Macaron International Airport

"Searge! SEARGE! Come listen to this! QUICK!" shouted one of the group of marines surrounding a portable radio.

~~~~ Reports are beginning to reach MRNBC News that Orca City is under attack. Further reports state that the entire city is in flames many feet high, which can be seen from fifteen miles away. As yet, the perpetrators are unknown, but we can only suspect that this is the work of the Praetonian Air Force. We have been unable to contact any of our sources within Orca City itself for estimates of casulaties ~~~~

"Those b*****ds. Those motherf****g b*****ds. MY SISTER LIVES IN ORCA!" swore the Sergeant loudly, as he smacked the wall of the shed beside him, and cursed the barbarians responsible. Turning back, shaking from the anger he felt swell inside him, he noted the arrival of another truckload of Praetonians from the airport. He paused, stopped breathing for a moment and stared as the back of the truck was opened up and the Praetonians began to jump down.

He turned to the man sat by the radio. "Pass me your gun, Soldier"

"Sir?"

"I said, pass me your f*****g gun!" he repeated, snatching the weapon and flicking off the safety. Turning back towards the truck, he moved forwards with three short, determined steps. Lowering the barrel of the sub-machine gun, he gently squeezed the trigger...

It was now time for Marshal Kleek’weeek (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13312029&postcount=43) to strike his second victorious blow.

From airfields in New Kentucky, three hundred stealthy Kestrel bombers took off. But, strangely enough, their paths were not targeted at any civilian facilities the people of Macaronia and Raviolia might have possessed. Instead – escorted by excellent Doomani-produced stealth fighters – they headed straight for bases of the Macaronian navy.

“Colonel, we are now five hundred miles outside Macaronian territorial waters.”

“Stand by to fire. Be ready on my command”

((OOC: Post copied from other thread))

Magna Polis Air Force Base-

After the government announced a reward for anyone who could bring an endangered whale to the AF Base, the whaling boat Moby Has No Dick pulled into the Air Force Artificial Islet's "Harbor." Several Marines and Air Force personnel arrived to take the whale from the crew's hands, and to pay the reward of FC$500,000. After the whale was brought onto the islet, the base's personnel moved the whale to a waiting UAV, where they put it in the hatch designed for bombs. After the hatch closed and the UAV was ready, it took off. It headed towards the Pastanian Capital.

((OOC: Pastanian = Macaronian and Raviolian))

MRRAD Control Room;
Following

"Immediate communication to all forces: the use of tactical nuclear weapons is hereby authorised against any and all enemy targets. Repeat, the use of tactical nuclear weapons is authorised"

Praetonian Sea Lion Helicopter
Macaronia and Raviolian 12th Cruiser Flotilla

Helicopter crews had been scrambled. Their initial joy at learning that their compatriots had inflicted a crushing defeat on the enemy fleet for no losses within less than an hour of fighting quickly turned to solemn contemplation as the battleground, polluted with the detritus of war, emerged over the horizon. In amongst the sickly-black slicks of fuel oil and burning shards of twisted metal, hundreds of life rafts were being tossed from side to side by the harsh Continentian waves. A sad, mangled cruiser could be seen burning at a heavy, surely irrecoverable list - one of the last remaining vessels of a once proud fleet.

Hovering above one of the many brightly coloured life rafts, one particular helicopter lowered a sailor to begin rescuing their erstwhile enemies. The others searched for individuals outside the life rafts who would not be able to survive the cold and wet much longer. They greeted their enemies with kindness, wrapped them in blankets and gave them cups of boiling-hot tea as they were ferried back to the Praetonian carriers. Little did they know how their own relatives were being treated in Macaronia and Raviolia.

68th Coastal Command Interceptor Squadron
Haverdown Bank Air Station
Praetonia

"Scramble!" Sirens whined their awful siren song as airmen ran to their planes. Bombers had been detected from Macaronia and Raviolia and they were on course for the capital. No one was much worried about that, as the capital was a long way inland, but there were many other settlements and targets of military opportunity along the way.

As the squadron rose quickly into the air and accelerated to mach 3, the Air Station broadcast a message ordering the foreign planes to turn back.

The Allanean aircraft continued on their flight path – rapid, black shaped, barely noticeable on RADAR arrays, almost invisible against the black night sky. They did not enter the territorial waters of the Pastanians – instead, from a distance of 100 miles from the coast, fired off 500 Shockhammer air-to-surface missiles at naval facilities and warships in Raviolian and Macaronian harbors.

Then they left.

Macaronian Bombers;
Approaching Praetonian Territory

~ Unidentified aircraft, turn back at once and cease your approach to Praetonia ~

The Group Captain laughed to himself as he listened to the continued attempts by the Praetonians to turn back. Not now, not when they'd come this far. Besides, with barely enough fuel to make it above Kingston, where would they go? The Ocean?

Pressing on with the attack, he awaited the inevitable fighter response.

Highly-classified & non-descript Military Bunker
Far below the Central Macaron Mountain Range

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdoms sat in silence, staring at a small notice attached to the wall but not particularly focusing, as he listened to the briefings he was receiving from his Chiefs of Staff. Since 6am that morning, and the commencement of total war, it had become clear that the United Kingdoms would inevitably face total annihilation or surrender.

The Cruiser flotilla despatched to destroy the whaling fleet had been entirely annihilated by the combined attacks of the Praetonians and Allaneans. The bombers sent on the strike mission against Kingston would inflict minimal damage and face total destruction.

Closer to home, the Allaneans had destroyed what remained of the Macaronian naval facilities, Orca City was in flames and effectively destroyed. And now he was being informed of a number of incidents across the United Kingdoms where angered Macaronians were summarily executing barbarian civilians.

He was beginning to regret the fuss he'd made over a bunch of whales. However, he was a stubborn man. A stubborn man who could rely on an unexpected level of respect and obedience from his fellow citizens. A stubborn man who was determined to see the total, utter destruction of the United Kingdoms before he would be walked to a Praetonian Gallows like a common pirate.

No. The United Kingdoms would not be taken. He would see to that.

68th Coastal Command Interceptor Squadron
Somewhere over the Ocean
Continentia

"Alright chaps, they've ignored repeated warnings to turn back, so we're not messing about. We're going to hit them hard while they're still over international waters and then pull out. Alright?"

The others acknowledged, twenty in all.

Each aircraft was made to be fast and have long range and nothing else. They were not dogfighters. They were barely fighters at all, just large, fast missile busses with spacious fuel tanks. They each carried two long-range multiple stage AAMs, with a final stage adapted from a missile designed for the navy for intercepting any SSMs. The job of the interceptors was not, therefore, very challenging, aside from the need for phenomenal endurance for long range patrols, or engagements taking place at the very edge of their range. This was fairly mild by comparison.

"Shoot missiles." Coastal Command, technically a branch of the navy, had adopted the naval tradition of never saying 'fire' in reference to anything but flames.

The planes pulled up and back, returning to their bases to rearm and refuel. As they did so, another squadron entered range...

The UAV sent from Magna Polis began entering Pastanian Airspace, dead whale on board. Since it carried no weapons, it wasn't severely an act of war for it to trespass into Pastanian airspace.

bump.

Official Allanean Announcement

Attention Raviolian and Macaronian personnel on all fronts.

Your nation's navy has ceased to exist. You lack naval facilities, ships, or any serious defense against an enemy naval landing. We would like to warn you that, should you not surrender now, dozens of nations will descend upon you, and destroy everything you hold dear. We however will temporarily. our assault, as we have reached our primary goal of destroying your capacity for piracy. We do ask you to please surrender to a civilised nation – like Praetonia - and thus make your own fate easier on you.

Should you continue to resist allied forces, we reserve the option of resuming hostilities.

((OOC: Awaiting reply from Macaronia and Raviolia))

((OOC: TGWO: dw, not forgotten))

"Do you believe that? A war was erupted because of whales!", claimed Todd Parkinson to his friend Juan Majas as they lighted a bong of marijuana.

"Save the Whales dude! You know, you should become vegetarian too.", he replied before taking the bong.

"Is that all what you think about it?", Todd answered with an eyebrow as he took the bong from Juan hand.

"Suuure! The whales are so good they don't deserve it, the suffering you know? Whatever it costs to defend them is good bro'!"

"But innocents will die!", he replied before taking the first "dose" of the bong.

"Innocents? The same who say 'I don't care about whales, I don't care about politics!', are they innocent?"

"Bah! Do the whales care about the fishes they eat. Do the lion care about the zebras he eat? This is all a whole bucket of idiocy if you ask me. What's next? A war for the cockroaches? Because what makes cockroaches different from whales?", he replied.

"Suure", Juan answered with a sarcastic smile. Then both became too drugged to say anything worth of notice. While that someone managed to convince the population that Third Spanish States should emit an "official" statement about the incident. Hundreds of ideas came until a mix of all of those suggest statements was the approved:

Confederacy of the Third Spanish States Statement

Though we do not endorse whaling, using whaling as a pretext to declare war against a country is one of the most ridiculous justifications for war from mankind's recent history since Iraq's magical weapons of mass destruction.The idea that a bunch of whales is more important than countless thousands of innocent human lives also is a shivering thing to consider which can only be attributed to the most fanatic forms of religious environmentalism. And finally, we ask you to consider how healthy it will be for the whales and sealife thousands of liters of oil leaks from destroyed fleets, because war is not an environmentally friendly activity and most ironic of all of this is that this "war for the environment" might lead to much more environmental damage than whaling.

Salutations Anton Von Antheron II,

It is rather humerous that I should correspond with you more than my aunt, but such is the way of international politics. I have kindly offered for your nation to remain disinterested in this conflict, noting that if my wishes are not carried out the nations of Praetonia, Allanea, and Red Tide 2 will coat Macaronia and Raviolia in endless seas of red "pasta sauce." I have put forth my case for the husbanding of this civilization that has lost its way. Yet at every turn, your incessant prattling has attempted to disrupt my plans.

Because my intentions are obviously obscure to one such as yourself, I shall state them in a manner to ensure complete comprehension by the allies of so inferior a society as Macaronia and Raviolia. Remove yourself from this conflict in totality, stand down all forces, and enjoy this lovely holiday season. Failure to do so will result in a similar fate to the one Macaronia and Raviolia faces should it refuse my generous offer of annexation and protection from the forces that currently seek to eliminate it.

I speak of cold steel and white hot fire, bursting forth across the heavens to rend your nation unto the dust from which it was formed. I speak of death in the air, death on the ground, and death upon the high seas to tint the very soils and seas of your nation red. I speak of untold horrors, of vast armies sweeping pitiful resistance aside as it turns entire cities into endless flats. I speak of the fall of your government, the ruin of your people, and the regression of your society back to hunter-gathers. Look upon the accomplishments of your people, imagine them broken and cast aside to decay, idols to long dead ideals and dreams.

I do not wish such a fate upon your nation, but it shall be done should you interfere one iota in our intent to defend the nation of Macaronia and Raviolia from itself. As I have already made mention, a delegation of No Endorse diplomats has been dispatched via express jet to discuss such moves with the aforementioned nation. The situation is under control, please cease and desist.

Atal Amner
Atal Amner
Prime Minister of No Endorse, Arch Leader of the Glorious Military Junta, etc etc.

A Citation X screamed through the skies, the red, black, and orange of the No Endorse flag harsh against its sleek white form. Within, various diplomats and aides shuffled about, taking their places in preparation for entry into Macaronia and Raviolia airspace. The pilot attempted to raise the local Air Traffic Control, pulsing his transponder in a slow, rythmic fashion.

"This is No Endorse Citation with Weather Briefing Tango, tail number November-Echo-Golf, One-Seven-Two, Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha, twenty nautical miles off the coast, requesting entry into Macaronia and Raviola Class A airspace. Payload diplomats and diplomatic aides. Pulsing transponder, flight level 43. Please respond with route instructions to an airport within five hundred nautical miles. Will readback all communication."

bump.
[OOC: I replied to your aerial attack.]

Note handed to the Macaronia and Raviolian Government by the Praetonian Embassy to the United Kingdom of Macaronia and Raviolia

Sir,

Following the comprehensive defeat of your naval forces in Continentia, and the devastating Allanean raid of your main naval dockyard, it seems clear that your country is incapable of further resisting an assault should We choose to prosecute a land offensive. While no significant damage has been done, your attempted air raid on Kingston or other targets unknown has stirred My Subjects to demand that the war that you have started be prosecuted to a clear and decisive outcome. In this regard, My Government has little choice but to accept, and I do not doubt which party would emerge victorious.

It is clear, however, that such a path would involve a great deal of unnecessary suffering for both parties involved. It is surely not in your interest to see your country bombarded and trampled underfoot by foreign troops. Nor, indeed, is it in your interests to delay the decision on the terms of your surrender to a point at which all substantive control over your country has already left your hands, and there is no longer anything for you to offer.

The Praetonian Nation has little interest in your affairs aside from the affront you have caused in your assault. As such, I am able to offer you terms of conditional surrender, whereby your monarchy would abdicate and your country would become a protectorate of the Crown Commonwealth, in exchange for which no further damage would be done to your country, it will retain domestic democratic control over domestic affairs and the old leadership would be granted immunity from prosecution and a comfortable retirement in exile on a Praetonian country estate.

I hope that this agreement presents itself as as just and equitable to you as it does to Me.

King George IV of Praetonia

Highly-classified & non-descript Military Bunker
Far below the Central Macaron Mountain Range

The PM threw down the copy of the Praetonian demands in disgust - they landed alongside the demands from No Endorse and Allanea. Both recommended that the United Kingdom surrender entirely to one or the other of themselves. He was resolved not to allow this to happen. But they were correct in one thing: The United Kingdoms were crippled fatally. They were in no way ready to launch a retaliatory strike against the Praetonians.

Just then, a communications officer entered the room, and handed over a brown envelope. Opening it, the PM's face turned into one of disgust, followed by indignation and rage. Someone had used an unmanned aerial vehicle to deliver a dismembered whale carcass upon the lawn in front of his residence. This was the final, irrevocable straw.

Stepping across the room to the sideboard, he first took a swig of the Macaronian whiskey before opening up the armoured suitcase containing all the Macaronian nuclear secrets. Entering #666 into the keypad, he finished the whiskey before pressing the large, round, red button.

Fin.

((OOC: Well, Fin for the Macaronians anyway...all of whom are little more than radioactive waste particles blowing across the surface of a sea of glass.))

The Spire, Magna Polis-

As footage of the whale dropping on the PM's lawn was sent to Marshal Tyrone "Tootall" Briggs' PDA, he watched it and snickered excessively at the relatively cruel prank ordered by the Grand Commander. He sent it to GRIFFITH-II's PDA, as well as Admiral Buwan's PDA.


((OOC: Marshal Briggs is the leader of the Land Warfare Department of the military. He earned the nickname "Tootall" because he was nearly denied enterance into the Federation Military for being seven feet tall. Admiral Buwan is his equal, only Naval wise, including the Air Force.))

"You've got the controls." The co-pilot looked over to his pilot and waited for him to respond and grab his yoke. "I've got the controls." The co-pilot leaned over and peered back into the main cabin area, examining the numerous overweight diplomats and underpaid aides. "We'll be arriving in their airspace soon, it looks like their A-T-C is down at the moment. We just keep getting static over the ra-"

Suddenly he was cut off by a blinding flash and the screams of the pilot. "OH GOD MY EYES, I CAN'T SEE, OH GOD OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" The co-pilot felt the back of his neck and head begin to crawl, intense light and heat roasting what exposed skin he had. After a few seconds, the light subsided and a brilliant fireball rose into the heavens, the ubiquitous mushroom cloud.

"CAPTAIN! I have the controls, I'm switching your off, please release them!" Years of training took hold, and a few switches later the Pilot's controls fell limp. He deftly pulled the aircraft out of the dive it had assumed and turned seaward, throttling to full. The anti-flash paint of the plane shone with unnatural luminescence, shedding the vast quantities of heat it absorbed during the brief seconds of blinding light.

"Mayday mayday mayday, this is No Endorse Citation tail number November-Echo-Golf, One-Seven-Two, Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha, reporting nuclear detonation in the nation of Macaronia and Raviolia. Any ships within radio range, we are going down, repeat, we are going down. Pulsing transponder, we possess fuel for approximately five hundred nautical miles. Please respond ASAP, REPEAT! Mayday mayday mayday...."

Red Tide Strategic Command Headquarters

"Well..." The duty officer said, watching the numerous expanding blips on the Infrared that could only be multiple thermonuclear detonations across the nation of Macaronia and Raviolia, "So much for the war..."

Official Statement from TSRT Government
"Well... that was a rather suicidal move... erm.... yeah. We're sort of at a lost of what too do now..."
End Message

Cogent Laboratories, Environmental Solutions Center, Vetalia City

"We have received word from our contacts in VARPA that the Macaronians were hit by some form of nuclear explosion..."

"Any idea who launched it?"
"No, but we're guessing it was internal. The SRF detected no launches, so that leaves either a tactical nuke, for which the explosion seems to be too large, or a self-detonation."
"Why the hell would they do that?"
"I don't know, why did we give North Africa to the Crimm?"

"Well, that was different...this is completely ridiculous! The Macaronians could have been quite amply rewarded if we were at the negotiating table...in return for considerable Vetalian concessions regarding their economy, of course."

"You sound like the Proconsul of State..."
"I should sound like every Vetalian within 10 feet of a 5-ruble bill."
"Yeah...but hey, there's a lot of money to be made cleaning this up, right? Maybe the Raviolians would be interested in giving the Vetalian government territory, and once that happens we're sure to get the contract. Alfegos doesn't sleep, you know."
"Who knows? We'll just have to wait and see."
"Who knows, who knows. We don't even know who's left alive, let alone what's there for the taking."

The Spire, Magna Polis-

The Military Floors were filled with laughter, until news of the self-destruction was recieved. "Oh, shit," said Marshal Briggs to himself. He looked among the Army's top officers, ignoring the Unconventional and Naval Officers. After a few seconds of silence, he and his High Command began snickering again. "Well, guess that means that we've another radioactive wasteland to restore into a colony under our wing," he said. He sent a message to GRIFFITH-II.

M~kssh kssh~ay kssh~da~kssh~y, kssssh N~kssh kssh~dor~kssh Cit~kssh kssh~l n~kssh ksssssssssssssssssssssh, kssh~t-Si~kssh-kssh~ve-Nine-Al~kssh, re~kssh nucle~kssh de~kssh~tion in the kssh~on of kssh~ronia and Rav~kssh. kssh~ny ships kssh~n ra~kssh~o kssh~ge, we kssh~re ksssssssh, kssh~ng down. Pul~kssh kssh~ponder, we pos~kssh fue~ksssh app~kssh kssh~ive kssh~red n~kssh mi~kssh. Pl~kssh re~kssh ASAP, RE~kssh~T! M~kssh~day ma~kssh m~kssh
+++Such was the message that the bridge crew of the Bailu class carrier JNS Xichi (CVN-05) received, steaming toward the shores of the United Kingdoms of Macaronia and Raviolia on a mission of providing military support to their Akimonadi compatriots. To a lesser extent, the battlegroup was also willing to provide support to Praetonian fighters, although this was never stated in the orders from the Directorate of the Navy's office. Most of the crew, unused to such heavily-garbled transmissions, were stunned and unable to piece it together, but the communications officer, a petite LtJG, who had been trained earlier as an air traffic controller, felt the color drain from her face. Nuclear she thought, horrified, but forced herself out of her stupor.
+++"Pan pan words twice unknown unknown flight flight this is Jeunese Jeunese carrier carrier Xichi Xichi locate XX° XX' XX" I say again XX° XX' XX" stand by to receive receive injured injured we read read you four-five-five repeat four-five-five nautical miles south-south-west repeat south-south-west of your current location, repeat pan pan words twice unknown unknown flight..."

The radio shot out a stream of static, fading in and out. The co-pilot switched in the secondary, and finally a tertiary system, searching for a clear link. Finally, the static subsided enough for him to make out what was said.

"Jeunese Carrier Xichi, Citation Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha. We read you one by one. Location confirmed at XX° XX' XX", setting course, flight instruments out of commission, flying by directional gyro. Please respond this freq. REPEAT..."

The plane made its way towards the location, dropping to a cruise of Mach .89 to conserve fuel. It would be tight, especially based off of the rough estimates of remaining fuel, but no one was dead yet. The Pilot had been removed and taken to the back for medical care. With all instruments reverting to mechanical mode, the co-pilot was forced into a delicate situation: controlling an advanced jet with almost no information at all. Fuel could be leaking, flaps could be malfunctioning, the gear could be extended, but all he knew was that the systems were showing a distinct lack of functioning, and the compass had been rendered inoperable by the surge of power.

Minutes ticked by, and the thirty minute fuel alarm came and went. Peering about for the tiny carrier in the midst of the endless ocean, the plane screamed along, its occupants hoping it had chosen the correct direction. Finally, the engines began to sputter, and the pilot pitched for maximum glide.

"Mayday mayday mayday, Citation Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha is going down, fuel depleted. Transponder switched to on, pitching for maximum glide. Jeunese Carrier Xichi, please respond. REPEAT-"

There was a commotion in the back of the aircraft, as the diplomats shifted to one side to gaze out. "Look!" "That must be it-" "WE'RE SAVED!" Far off on the horizon, the carrier shone out against the endless green.

"Jeunese Carrier Xichi, this is Citation Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha, and boy are we happy to see you. Pitching for maximum glide, coming about to meet you." The engines finally died, their fuel depleted. "We have lost all engine power, running off battery, please respond."

Tucker, Third Spanish States North:

After many failed negotiations attempted with Cocaine-Cola to 'export' their product illegally to Yanitaria and after ensuring exclusive import rights from Alfegos organized crime of the drug Zen, Pablo Medellin saw a great opportunity in the latest world news he watched from the safety of his apartment.

"A country was devastated by nuclear fire. But to which extent was the records about their technology or even their resources destroyed? I am sure they aren't, or at least not all of them, there must be some bunker out there or something of equal nature"

"I see what you are thinking. But who would you send there to 'recover' that lost?", asked his wife.

"Not who I will be sending, the question is who 'the people' will be sending", replied Pablo with a smile.

"What? Are you thinking on offering a proposal to be voted about such subject to that bunch of commies?"

"That 'bunch of commies' follows a philosophy named utilitarianism, and I think you know what it does mean."

"Yes, bunch of hypocrites using their 'noble' ends to justify their means"

"Now just wait, I'm sure most will accept it. Nothing like some freebies, I say."

1 day later

"Heh, you'll find this funny dear"

"What exactly?", she asked

"They accepted it as long as the expedition also have as a goal to rescue and give healthcare to survivors in humanitarian aid, in other words they indirectly created a perfect disguise for that expedition"

"I see, now when will this expedition depart?"

"Preparations are being made as of now".

Thirds Spanish States International Communique

Shocked with the news that the cause of saving a few thousands of whales led a nation to its ultimate doom, to irreparable environmental damage and to the loss of millions of human lives, our people have decided to send an humanitarian aid fleet with 500 transport ships loading 25,000 rescue all-terrain vehicles and medics fully equipped with NBC protection equipment to Macaronia, which will rescue any survivors and offer them living and citizenship in our nation. Finally we hope such terrible mistakes will never again be repeated in history.

"Citation Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha this is Jeunese carrier Xichi copy one-by-one read frequency loud and clear."
+++The bridge crew of the Xichi waited tensely, watching the blip of the Citation fade in and out as the radar swiveled around and around. The bridge was subsumed by the dull grumble of the ship's nuclear power plant and the distant crash of waves as the carrier and its consorts tore through the ocean. Electronic equipment on the glass bridge made soft clicking and beeping noises at irregular intervals, but they were soft and muted. No one scarce breathed.
+++Mayday mayday mayday, Citation Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha is going down, fuel depleted. Transponder switched to on, pitching for maximum glide. Jeunese Carrier Xichi, please respond. REPEAT—
+++The lieutenant's arm shot out like a rocket and depressed the PTT button on her board, keying the mic. She replied almost immediately afterward. "Copy that Citation Eight-Six-Five-Nine-Alpha, we read you two repeat two nautical miles directly south of our position. Direct to emergency landing site oh-dot-four nautical miles to our port repeat oh-dot-four nautical miles to our port your starboard; we will send rigids to pick your crew and passengers up. God-damn, is it good to see you made it."

Foreign Office of Isate, Isata, and co~

Isate and its vassals condemn the Akimonad government and its decision to activate its Whaling Program and demand its immediate cessation. Failure to do so will result in a diplomatic response of the highest order. We shall suspend all diplomatic communication in 45 hours if the merciless attacks on our environment have not halted. Until further notice, a strict trade embargo shall be imposed by us on all Akimonad trade, and all Akimonad ships are henceforth banned from Isate and vassal seas. Any of your ships remaining in our waters in 78 hours will be seized or chased away. We have decided to adopt a similar policy to the nation of SilentScope003 and shall send a fleet of ships to save as many whales as possible. They shall be taken to Isate's waters and granted immediate citizenship. None of our ships will be aggressive or interfere with the military battles. We shall send a private jet full of eco campaigners to your land.

Isate would also like to propose a temporary alliance with SilentScope003, so we may co-operate effectively in these waters, in order to maximise the number of whales saved by our nations.

Foreign Office of Isate, Isata, and co~

Isate and its vassals condemn the Akimonad government and its decision to activate its Whaling Program and demand its immediate cessation. Failure to do so will result in a diplomatic response of the highest order. We shall suspend all diplomatic communication in 45 hours if the merciless attacks on our environment have not halted. Until further notice, a strict trade embargo shall be imposed by us on all Akimonad trade, and all Akimonad ships are henceforth banned from Isate and vassal seas. Any of your ships remaining in our waters in 78 hours will be seized or chased away. We have decided to adopt a similar policy to the nation of SilentScope003 and shall send a fleet of ships to save as many whales as possible. They shall be taken to Isate's waters and granted immediate citizenship. None of our ships will be aggressive or interfere with the military battles. We shall send a private jet full of eco campaigners to your land.

Isate would also like to propose a temporary alliance with SilentScope003, so we may co-operate effectively in these waters, in order to maximise the number of whales saved by our nations.

Another UAV was loaded with another dead whale, and it took off for the Isate National Capital. Maybe they would glass themselves, too.

Foreign Office of Isate, Isata, and co~

Isate and its vassals condemn the Akimonad government and its decision to activate its Whaling Program and demand its immediate cessation. Failure to do so will result in a diplomatic response of the highest order. We shall suspend all diplomatic communication in 45 hours if the merciless attacks on our environment have not halted. Until further notice, a strict trade embargo shall be imposed by us on all Akimonad trade, and all Akimonad ships are henceforth banned from Isate and vassal seas. Any of your ships remaining in our waters in 78 hours will be seized or chased away. We have decided to adopt a similar policy to the nation of SilentScope003 and shall send a fleet of ships to save as many whales as possible. They shall be taken to Isate's waters and granted immediate citizenship. None of our ships will be aggressive or interfere with the military battles. We shall send a private jet full of eco campaigners to your land.

Isate would also like to propose a temporary alliance with SilentScope003, so we may co-operate effectively in these waters, in order to maximise the number of whales saved by our nations.

Someone in Third Spanish States, as a form of criticism to the latest International Community action and their consequences, wrote and registered a domain for website named www.whalesfirst.com which a bunch of senseless phrases and sentences formatted in TimeCube style like these:

Mankind EVIL Rotates twice as much as nukes fly. Whales needs filled as CUBIC BEINGS. People are TEACHED DUMB to ignore the TRUTH of WHALES. GLASS HUMANS LESS EVIL...

"Roger that Carrier Xichi, coming down." The Co-Pilot leaned back and called to the passengers. "Strap in and brace for water landing. This might be hard."

The plane swooped lower, gear and flaps extended fully to slow the craft as much as possible. The thrust reversers extended as well, and the vehicle's pilot began to sideslip the craft in hopes that the extra drag they provided would soften the landing just enough. The green sea approached rapidly, endless crests and waves seeming to welcome the plane. At the last minute, the Citation straightened out and set down into the sea, spraying foam about in vast clouds.

In a flash the occupants were up and in life vests, shoving an emergency raft out the door. They leapt out into the water, gripping the side and watching the RHIBs of Carrier Xichi come closer. Willing hands pulled them aboard the rescue boats as the plane slowly dipped beneath the waves. The passengers looked at each other awkwardly, and at their rescuers.

"Anyone got some coffee? This water's fucking cold."

30 Miles out side of Akimonadi Territorial waters, inside economic exclusion zone:

A civilian cargo ship rocked gently in the open water. An Akimonadi Ensign flew off the stern, where a Kiravian had flown 30 minutes ago, and a Jeunaese one prior to that. The crew would well die before they told where they came from. But the even if they did tell, the interrogator would get mixed stories. On the bridge the captain puffed cigar smoke, he sucked in the fumes, it was a very rich cigar. His first mate shifted uneasily in his seat while he stared at a radar blip about 40 miles away. The captain noticed his mate’s countenance; with the release of a puff of thick smoke that filled the bridge, he said: “Well, ya gona go gets ‘em or you just gona sit there with your panties working their way up your ass crack in anticipation?” The old seaman replied in a voice that sounded like gravel on steel.

“Um, yea.” Came the first mate’s reply, “I mean um, yea SIR.” He corrected him self in a nasally voice that one gets when one who is allergic to tobacco smoke is exposed to it. With that, he walked out of the bridge and onto the main deck of the cargo ship. He walked up to a cargo container and rapped in a certain beat on the metal door.

The door flung open. Behind it stood a man in his early 20’s who was toned, but not overly built and stood 6 feet tall. It appeared he was chewing tobacco. This was confirmed when he spat on the first mate’s shoe. The first mate and the man were rather opposites: the first mate wore a nice Polo shirt and slacks, and the man wore nothing more than a stained white tank top and ripped up jeans. Inside the cargo crate, one could just see half a dozen men playing a game of cards. “Got somethin’ for me to do?” the man spoke in a smooth and deep voice.

“Yes, yes I do.” The first mate replied, a little less nasally due to the sea air clearing his sinuses. He gave the man a piece of paper that had the coordinates of the ship that was likely and Akimonadi whaling vessel.

“Shit.” The door slammed closed, then about a minute later reopened and seven men walked out. They all had AK-47’s slung on their backs and pistols at their sides. Some even had fragmentations grenades. They ambled to the stern of the ship where sat a Bell Jet Ranger III helicopter chained to the helipad in case of bad weather. Which today, the see was so calm the chains were not needed. The men detached the chains and entered the helicopter. The blades whirred up and the helicopter rose into the air as the rotors blew air and water into a fine mist.

The helicopter was painted jet black save for the windows, and bore no markings. The men checked their weapons and readied a rope from which to drop out of the helicopter onto the ship with. In the helicopter, one man had also gotten out an RPG-7 which had been stowed in a compartment.

The helicopter neared the ship. The pilot opened a radio channel. He said “This is the Akimonadi Second Coastal Detachment of the Seventh Coastal Guard; we are going to come aboard to perform a routine inspection of your vessel. Do not be alarmed.” The pilot was a smooth liar, the radio made it even harder to distinguish the truth. After the message, the pilot did not give the Akimonadi a chance to respond; he maneuvered the helicopter over the ship, the door opened, and five men dropped slid down on to the boat.

Leading Seaman Ni Jiemeng, head of the flotilla of rigid-hulled inflatables, was the first to reach the emergency raft, and subsequently the first to receive a casualty—apparently, the only one, but very severe, nonetheless. The man's skin was burnt to a bloody and cauterized crisp, and his eyes had congealed on his cheeks. The capillaries there had made a mess of his face, caking blood over his mouth and jaw, and in his ears.
+++"Tamade!" he swore. "Caozhe . . .! Da!" He groaned, and motioned to another seaman in his boat. "Zhewei dongtan jinjishijianjiaban! Kuaikuaikuai!" Ni jumped out of the boat and motioned urgently for him to move along without him. He needed to stay to supervise. The seaman nodded rapidly, and as soon as the man was laid down onto the boat, he swung the engine about and took off like a shot.
+++Ni commandeered another vessel for his purposes, and proceeded to lead the men (and perhaps women, as well) along in a train, following his boat. He heard someone ask for coffee, and hailed them, waving his entire arm. "You find lot of coffee aboard!" he laughed over the roar of the waves. The Jeunese Navy was legendary for it—indeed the entirety of Jeuna was legendary for their obsession with coffee, introduced by either Velkyan or Cravanian visitors and cemented forever in Jeunese culinary culture.
+++Meanwhile, the craft with the badly injured pilot was far ahead of them, rapidly closing the distance. The four men aboard waved frantically at the crane, signaling for them to hurry the fuck up and get them aboard—and certainly that is exactly what happened, insofar as a minimal concern for safety would allow.
+++"You! Doctors!" yelled one of the seamen, pointing to the medical team that was already dashing forward across the deck. "Help this man!"

Hampshire Haven International Harbor, 10:30 AM

The search and rescue fleet was ready to leave for Macaronia Wastelands. Besides the 500 NBC-protected transport and cargo ships, there were also 400 patrol ships that would be used to find survivors at the nearby coast, which would require some refueling from the larger ships supplies along the trip.

They have departed...

2 days later

The fleet was close to Macaroni shore

"This is Third Spanish States search and rescue fleet, do you copy?"

"This is Third Spanish States search and rescue fleet, if you are hearing this message, reply as soon as possible and keep a continual communication with us and we'll trace your location."

"I repeat, this is Third Spanish States search and rescue fleet, if you are hearing this, reply as soon as you can and keep talking with us and we'll trace your location and rescue you"

Jack Mullins, a middle aged man of British origins and steel gray eyes, simply kept trying, the thought of no survivors was too frightening for him and for all who joined the fleet, while patrol ships searched the surrounding sea near the main transport ships. After a while he turned off the radio and sighed.

"It cannot be... no it won't be pretty for us to come here only for scavenging. The thought of... this is like robbing graves!", he kicked a wooden plank in anger and Sally, an young, tall and slender woman from the crew, came to comfort him.

"Calm down buddy! We are doing our best and if we came here only for the 'loot', then yes it would be ugly, but that is not the only reason we are here. I'm sure we are going to find survivors and bring them back alive to their homes, or to a new home if necessary. Plus, we might establish a permanent occupation is these wastelands."

He seemed more calm, but now surprised

"What? Who got such a stupid idea? Settling in a nuclear wasteland? Is the radiation influencing on someone's brain due to a gap in the NBC protection?"

She simply laughed softly

"No Jack, you are truly skeptic! We are going to take over one of their still in one piece bunkers for us and... conduct research about the effects of nuclear warfare and about future ways to restore scorched lands"

"I heard nothing about it in the proposal. What's the catch?", he replied, suspecting of something.

"Using our autonomy, our fleet Milnet crew took that decision quite recently while you were busy trying to contact possible survivors.", she explained

"Oh, I see. I have no objections against it, for now", he replied as he waved her as he should continue his self-assigned duties. He turned on the communicator and radio systems.

"This is Third Spanish States search and rescue fleet, if you are hearing this message, reply as soon as possible and keep a continual communication with us and we'll trace your location to rescue you."

Two Amphibious Assault Ships, a Military Cargo Ship, and several battleships, destroyers, and a Super Dreadnought all began entering former Pastanian waters. They could see the mass amount of glass on the horizon. Each of the troops was dressed in an NBC suit, and the Divine Tiger HBTs on board the ships were already NBC-protective. "All this, over a dead whale falling on a yard..." said one of the men.

ALL NATIONS THAT WISH TO HELP SILENTSCOPE003 BY EITHER DONATING MONEY, PROTECTION, OR ASSISTANCE:

Thanks. We appericate the effort. Consider ourselves allies for the duration of the rescue operation.
***
Whale Evacuation Effort:

The bad news is, SilentScope003's <s>Whaling</s> Rescuing Team doesn't seem to be quite effective. All the bombardment and attacks has harmed the conceration of the Rescuers.

No ships did die from the crossfire, due to the fact that the two enemy fleets seem to concerate on each other, and now that one fleet is wiped out, the other fleet has not received orders to attack SilentScope003's fleet. But there lies the problem of how many whales been saved.

5 whales have been saved. However, 1 died in captivity. So, currently, 2 male whales, and 1 female whale are alive. They are now being transported to SilentScope003's Whale Refugee Camp.

We're done here. Please do not post anymore.

I may be restarting the thread, but if I do everything will be retconned.