NationStates Jolt Archive

"What's Next?"

The President's chief of staff, Armed Forces Commander, and Intelligence Commander all exchanged nervous glances.

"Sir this is one of those situations that because of your inexperience with the military, is going to sound a lot worse than it actually is."

"Ok"

"At 06:30 hours a F 117 bound for Hyperion Air Combat Base veered from course and promptly disappeared from RADAR."

The President lifted his head and stared at his Chief of Staff, "Ok."

"Subsequent attempts to contact the pilot have failed, but we've no evidence of a crash, so at this time that piece is designated as missing and the pilot as absent with out leave."

The President sat back in his chair and looked at his advisers. The clock ticked 5 seconds.

"See what I'm trying to do right now... I'm trying to avoid eye contact with my Armed Forces Commander who's spent the last day on the floor of the UN talking about land mines, while his pilots are off taking joy rides in 50 Million Greenback airplanes!

I'm also trying to fathom how with the military experience you all have this can sound the slightest bit better than it does to me! I loose things, I lose my glasses all the time can't remember where I leave them but in my defense my glasses are a lot smaller and easier to loose than a F117 Nighthawk!!"

"Sir it’s very possible he had a mechanical malfunction that caused him to have to find a place to ditch, either hard or soft."

"Now I’ll grant you that with me limited knowledge of military operations I might be missing something but isn’t it a rule that when you have a problem you tell someone about it?”

“If the problem was with the communications system, then he might not have been able to, however I must say that we have no indication that a communications malfunction occurred.”

What was it doing?"

"Bombing exercises." Percy Fitz-Wallace interjected.

"With live bombs?" The president asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes over the Hyperion Ordinance Range."

"Did he drop the full compliment before he went goodbye?"

"90%"

The President furrowed his brow. "Ballistic?"

"No sir, no ballistics aboard conventional only, but they are bunker busters."

The President sat back in his chair, and thanked God for small favors.

"So if he were to be a terrorist that made it through and is now flying a steath aircraft he could drop that bomb on say, Hyperion City and make it all the way down to the nuclear power center? "

"Yes Sir."

"Ok... What are we doing to find him, or are we hoping he'll call home when the gas tank runs out."

"We've dispatched two F18's and a K10 Extender to search the sky's over Hyperion. We have elements of the 2nd Infantry and 1st Armored combing possible landing sights. All Air Combat stations have been alerted to the problem. We've got people trying to raise the plane and should the emergency transponder in the plane come up we'll know it's there. "

"Percy, what do you think happened?"

"Mr President I think he had a problem. I think he either punched out or I think he followed his training and I think he found a place to put the aircraft down, and I think when he can, he'll contact us."

"Ok, never-the-less lets put the City Security Forces on alert, and raise the awareness code to level 2 for the northern and wester boarder forces. Should anyone catch site of him he gets one warning to respond and if he doesn't then I don't care if he has my mother strapped to the nose of the plane it's gets shot down."

"Yes Sir." Fitz-Wallace responded

"And Fitz, this is much more important than land mines."

"Yes Sir."

"What's next?"

200 KM off the Philimbesi coast
International Waters, 0900 hours
SS "Bezuprechnyy" Sovremenny class Destroyer

Captain Ramonov sat back in the commanders chair in the command room looking out to sea and lighting up his pipe. He was an old sea dog and was a veteran of a war but now he relaxes during peace time.

A radar operator came into the room.

"Sir we have a air contact NW of our position, seems neutral military fighter class sir."

"And?"

"It has disappeared just into the middle of the sea, well within our range of radar, looks like it has a radar jammer."

"Or it could have crashed?"

"Quite possible sir. We have identifyed the aircraft as a Philimbesi fighter."

"Very well send this out to their HQ."

To: Philembesi High Command
From: Captain Ramonov, SS "Bezuprechnyy" Sovremenny class Destroyer, Drvarskan Navy

We have contact of a F117 Nighthawk near our position and lost contact well within our radar range. We wish to notify you of this and we would be happy to help you if needed.

Sincerly,
Captain Ramonov
Drvarskan Navy

To: Captain Ramonov, SS "Bezuprechnyy" Sovremenny class Destroyer, Drvarskan Navy
FROM: USP Northern Operations Command


We received your contact and appreciate the assistance. Please be advised we have scrambled 5 more aircraft towards your location to continue the search.

Please be advised, this aircraft and it's pilot have been designated as rogue and our government is not responsible for it's actions. Should it take any aggressive actions toward you, you may of course take whatever action is necessary.

Thank You,

Gen3 Helen Fakner
Commander USPAF Northern Operations


Presidential Compound Situation Room

The doors to the situation room swing open and the USPAF marines snap to attention as their Commander and Chief enters the room.

"Well?"

"A Drvarska Destroyer the Bezuprechnyy reports a sighting of the missing F117."

"Where are they?"

"Roughly 200 KM off the coast of Hyperion. We've scrambled an intercept team out of Hyperion Air Command Base, and notified the Captain of the Bezuprechnyy, of their intent."

Fitz-Wallace trailed off.

"I assume we also informed them they have permission to down the aircraft should it turn aggressive."

Fitz nodded.

"Very well. What do we have in the area?"

"We've turned the USS Ziegler around but they are about a hour or two out."

"Keep me posted"

OOC: Last post before bed.

IC:

200 KM off the Philimbesi coast
International Waters, 1100 hours
SS "Bezuprechnyy" Sovremenny class Destroyer

"Sir we have got word back from Philembesi" a communications officer called out.

"Alright get men ready on the AA defence stations immediatly, I want two hour shifts on those guns in case of any attack." Ramonov said and took a puff from his pipe.

"Right away sir."

"Sir! we have a small reading coming from the west, its faint could be anything."

"Very well, set course for its location and notify the Philembeli High command at once."

To: Gen3 Helen Fakner, Commander USPAF Northern Operations
From: Captain Ramonov, SS "Bezuprechnyy" Sovremenny class Destroyer, Drvarskan Navy

We have picked up a small reading west of our position and we are heading towards it. We have wired you the co-ordinates.

Sincerly,
Captain Ramonov
Drvarskan Navy

OOC: No Problem. Goodnight.

IC:

Bridge of the USS Zeigler

"Set course for the co-ordinates indicated. Full speed."

"Aye Aye Sir."


Presidential Compound Outside the Presidents Office

"Hey Katie is he available?"

"Yes General he's listening to the floor debate of the UN, I've secured all the sharp implements so he should be ok."

Katie's slim finger pressed the button marked POTUSP.

"Yea."

"General Fitz-Wallace to see you sir."

"Ok"

The General entered the Presidential Office the president was mixing a drink. "Where's my airplane?"

"Not sure yet Mr President. The Bezuprechnyy has altered course to intercept it. It's still in the air. We think."

"Fitz true or false, if I were standing on the sand at Hyperion Cay with a half way decent pair of binoculars I'd have a better idea of what's going on with this plane than I do right now."

"Mr President. I'm at a loss."

"Ok. Who will get there first us or the Dvarskans?"

"Might be a dead heat, the jets are closing pretty fast but remember it's a Stealth fighter bomber we're closing in on. It might not be there when we get there. It is safe to say though sir that we are dealing with a rouge not a system malfunction."

"Yea."

"Mr President... "

"No need to apologize Fitz, but you're going to have to take Donatella out for dinner to thank her if this guy gets a shot off at the Dvarskans, it's going to be a state department nightmare. "

"Once the F117's are in range they can take up the fight, but I can't guarantee that the rogue won't get a shot off first. "

"I know Fitz. I know."

The President leaned forward and hit the button marked "Katie"

"Yes sir?"

"Get me the Secretary of International Affairs please."

OOC: Just to tie up loose ends.


IC:

Office of the President

Looking much less the worse for wear the Armed Forces Commander entered the President's office.

"Fitz"

"Mr President. A rescue chopper touched down 10 minutes ago on the deck of the USS atlas about 21 KM north of Hyperion Cay. On board was LT Gregory Zakarinan who punched out of his F117 Night Hawk after developing technical complications.

He was rescued by members of our military as well as a ship from the Drvarska Navy under the command of a Captain Ramonov who's located him and radioed the coordinates ahead. "

The President had releaxed slightly at the news. "How is Zakarian?"

"Little hypothermic but he'll be fine. He's being treated on board the Atlas. "

"Excellent, nice work Fitz."

"I'm just glad my initial instinct was right, and that I don't have to take Dona to dinner, she may be skinny but she can eat."

"Expensively."


United States of Philimbesi
[Official Communication
From the office of the President


Captain Ramonov, thank you for your assistance in locating our down pilot. You have served your Navy proud and are a credit to all Drvarskans.

Our nation stands in your debt.

Josiah Bartlett
President
The United States of Philimbesi

Office of Foreign Affairs
Swydd Chan Yn Anghyfiaith Achosion
Diplomatic Corps
Llysgenhadaeth Chorfflu

President of Philimbesi,

We just received word of your recovered pilot. We wish to express our relieve of his discovery, and are happy that he has not been harmed.

We would also like you to know that we can be called upon for assistance in such circumstances if you need it.

Thank you,

Duke Owen of Nordan
Prince's Ambassador to Philimbesi

The United States of Philimbesi
Department of International Affairs
Official Communication


To: Duke Owen of Nordan
From: Donatella Mosse, International Affairs Secretary

Thank you Duke, we are indeed thrilled with the Lieutenants safe return. Of course officially we have no idea what what your are speaking of.


OOC: Is it Duke, Your Grace, Your Majesty?

OOC: Is it Duke, Your Grace, Your Majesty?

OOC: It is officially meant to be Your Grace.

"Madame President, there is one more thing" Nanclus said.

"How could I not tell?" Roz answered. He looked at her Foreign Minister, and signed. "Go ahead Nan" she indicated waving her arm at him.

"We have picked up a number of communiqué indicating a lost pilot in the Philimbesi sector. He appears to have been caught or recued or at least discovered by the Drvarskans." Nanclus said slowly.

"Your not sure what happened?" she asked.

"No ma'am."

"Ok, So...a lost pilot, possibly rogue, yet [possibly now safe?" she said; now this was enough to give her a headache. Her demands put forward to the Yumanarians had been rejected, the last thing Rosalina Bianco needed in her presidency was another Diplomatic disaster.

"Our translators are having difficulty as we are unfamiliar with this terriroty. Our nearest outpost is Port James. I have Commander Thuras reporting back to me from the Heremes on the hour." Nanclus answered.

"Is this pilot and aircraft dangerous?" she asked.

"All Military men and vehicles are dangerous ma'am." Nanclus said witheringly.

"If I might interrupt ma'am." Roz' chief of Staff piped in. Roz indicated for her to continue.
"It seems to me," she said "that all we have to do is pass on a message from Port James and hope that they can translate it, we'll tell them we are here if they need assisstance but will e prepared to defend ourselves against this threat if need be."

"Agreed. Do it." Roz said.

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To: The Government of the Philimbesi Sector
From: Governor Tho'ryn Harries of Port James Colony.

To be here //Aaknut Impaka\\ to offer //Cenenheil\\ if to want you it. However,to be to note we to defend possibly ourselves should be an option.

//Jolan Rematara\\


ooc: Obviosly that is all that can be translated at this time, more sense should be cleared up as more communication is given and received.

Begin Transmission

To: Governor Tho'ryn Harries of Port James Colony.
From: Donetella Mosse Secretary of International affiars.

At this time we are confientially confirming a pilot who had to eject from his aircraft and has been rescued off our northern shores. Thank you for your show of support but no further help is needed at this time.


end of transmission


OOC: Not sure how to play the language barrier, so translate that as you will and we can take it from there.

OOC: Just to tie up loose ends.


IC:

Office of the President

Looking much less the worse for wear the Armed Forces Commander entered the President's office.

"Fitz"

"Mr President. A rescue chopper touched down 10 minutes ago on the deck of the USS atlas about 21 KM north of Hyperion Cay. On board was LT Gregory Zakarinan who punched out of his F117 Night Hawk after developing technical complications.

He was rescued by members of our military as well as a ship from the Drvarska Navy under the command of a Captain Ramonov who's located him and radioed the coordinates ahead. "

The President had releaxed slightly at the news. "How is Zakarian?"

"Little hypothermic but he'll be fine. He's being treated on board the Atlas. "

"Excellent, nice work Fitz."

"I'm just glad my initial instinct was right, and that I don't have to take Dona to dinner, she may be skinny but she can eat."

"Expensively."


United States of Philimbesi
[Official Communication
From the office of the President


Captain Ramonov, thank you for your assistance in locating our down pilot. You have served your Navy proud and are a credit to all Drvarskans.

Our nation stands in your debt.

Josiah Bartlett
President
The United States of Philimbesi

206 KM off the Philimbesi coast
International Waters, 1400 hours
SS "Bezuprechnyy" Sovremenny class Destroyer

"Wow" a radio operator said.

"Hmm?" said Ramonov turning around with an eyebrow raised.

"We got a transmission from their president."

"Let me see it."

Ramonov read the message and smiled.

"Send this reply back" he said and then turned around to face the sea where he still continues his long navy career.

To: Josiah Bartlett, President, The United States of Philimbesi
From: Captain Ramonov, Commander SS "Bezuprechnyy"

We are greatful for your kind words and that the Drvarskan Navy is happy anytime to assist your wonderful nation. It is good to hear that your pilot is safe and alive. May your nation thrive.

Sincerly,
Camptain Ramonov
Commander of the SS "Bezuprechnyy"
Drvarskan Navy

P.S. We have been contacted by our minister of foreign affairs to invite you to set up a embassy within our nation so we can together open up our borders and allow better relations. See the thread in the link below.