NationStates Jolt Archive

"This is Bannock Martin with INN. Today's top story comes to you from the small and recently independent Emirate of Amadjiah. In a relatively bloodless coup d'état some days ago, the reigniing Emir, Khan Shiskhabov, was deposed and exiled by the military, which seized power under the leadership of General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth. General ben Naggoroth has declared a state of emergency, and reports of the situation on the ground have only just begun to trickle in. Marisa Lewis, on the ground in Amadopolis."

"Thank you Bannock. It's relatively peaceful for a state commonly thought of as being in turmoil; General ben Naggoroth's martial law has been effective in reducing crime and looting to almost zero. Soldiers are patrolling the streets as I speak, enforcing the General's laws."

"What laws are those, Marisa?"

"Well, here, posters like this have been plastered everywhere. 'By order of the Provisional Authority, the infidel faiths of atheism, of Christianity, of Judaism, of Buddhism, all are hereby banned within the borders of Amadjiah. Those heathens who follow these faiths have twenty-four hours from the signing of this decree to depart the country or be escorted to centers where they will be taught the true path.' It's only the latest of the General's decrees; he's already rounded up practically everyone on the political left -- communists, anarchists and so on -- and people with serious inheritable diseases."

"What kind of centers are these undesirables being shipped to?"

"I don't know, but we do know what kind of conditions the refugees are living in; I'll pass you on to Holly Wildman."

"This is Holly Wildman reporting from the Sao Rico DMZ."

"I'm here on a desolate, cratered landscape; before the Emirate's war of independence, this was a forest, but now it's become a kind of wasteland in which many refugees have camped. Many people don't have tents or any kind of facilities. Fresh water is scarce. The International Red Cross has already showed up, but not in force; they have maybe a hundred or two hundred humanitarian agents on the ground, and this DMZ has at least eighty thousand refugees. Not to mention that there are doubtless many more in the other demilitarized zones."

"General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth has yet to issue an official statement on the subject, but we shall keep you updated. In business, the withdrawal of the Camden Banking group from the Shibbastani economy...."

Official Magisterate Response

Your intolerant and counterproductive actions will only serve to isolate you in the international community. We have every confidence your actions will earn you a place on the FMA watchlist.

Allow your citizens to practice their choice of religion - save yourself from further grief.

COMMUNIQUE OF THE EMPIRE



The disgusting show of your "cleansing of desirables" is just pure babarism, we offer the government of Amadijah to abide by the International Law of NOT SUPRESSING OTHER RELIGIOUS BELIEFS, AND FREEDOM TO PICK THEIR RELIGIONS, if you continue this barbaric show of dictatorship, your country will have SERIOUS CONSENQUENCES.



General Taniada
Imperial Defense Coordinator

To: The Butcher in charge of Amadjiah

We stand by those who have already comndemned your actions. We will back whatever is deemed necessary against you.

Signed
Emperor Skye Grminar I

To the General ben Naggoroth, Current provisional leader of The Emirate of Amadjiah ,

Unfortunately it has come to our attention that you are currently imprisoning, and what certain reports claim, torturing people sharing this country's beliefs and ideologies. We condemn this unfair imprisonment. If the reports of torture are confirmed we will be forced to take a stronger stance on this issue. As it is, along with our condemnations we will be placing an embargo on all all Amadjiahan produced goods and end any and all traffic entering our country either coming from Amadjiah or whose destination is Amadjiah until such time that all communist and other left wing political believers are freed. The Armed Republic of The CPI is willing to take any Communally minded peoples as refuges and future citizens, that have been unfortunately detained

To General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth of Amadjiah,

We are very happy to see another dictatorship rise up into the world. It has been my goal to ban the undersirables but war would not work. I want to send a delegate over to meet you and speak with you in a conference. My nation will not know about his being there because he will be planning with you and you other major generals and leaders how to make Greston a dictatorship.

-- President and Brigader John Batther

Secret In Character:

"Send this out now and get Isaac Winston in here." said John Batther to his aid. He handed over and letter and she left a minute later she came in with a man who looked to be in his 60s but was really in his 40s and was a very very fit man. The man had a thick mustach with lines of his remaining black hair, he was wearing a complete black suit with a red tie.

"Ah Isaac, you do know that you are our newest SS gaurd. Unlike many other staff members know you are a Hawk unitand have been for 10 years, one of 60 Hawk units out of 3,000 gaurds and 10,000 staff members in this building. Well I want you to go on a mission for me. You will be going over to a new nation which has banned almost all religions and the people who follow it, and is a communist nation. They think we are going to become a communist nation and are asking for their wisdom so you will go to a conference and kill as many people as you can but you absolutely must kill General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth. Understand?"

"Yes I understand sir."

"Good you can bring three other Hawks to accompany you."

Jorge Luis Sanchez was a tall cadaverous man who squinted and sometimes walked as though he had forgotten how and had to stop to think about every step. He was one of the few aides to the General who was not ethnically Amadji. As he entered the squat quiet room and shut the door carefully behind him, the General smiled at him.

"Sanchez. What is it?"

To those who knew him, the General was personable, kind, jovial, and pleasant. To his populace he was a charismatic leader who had come to power mainly by playing on the authoritarian-racist beliefs of many of his people. He wore cheery ties, whistled absently as he signed execution orders, and adored classic rock. But that is irrelevant to your understanding of Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth, evil dictator and oppressor.

"General, sir, we've received several communications from the international community."

"What kind of communications?"

"Condemnations and threats, primarily, sir. And this very interesting message of support."

"Hum. Exactly what I expected, I must say. Let me see them."

ben Naggoroth looked over the communications. He read them in detail once or twice, and shrugged. "I'll draft a few responses."

Sanchez nodded and tactfully withdrew, shutting the door once more.

@Pan-Arab Barronia

To Whom it may concern;

Surely you jest. "Freedom of religion" is an outdated and simplistic concept that operates on the false premise that all religions are equal. Unlike most world leaders, I seek to purify society from those who threaten it -- those who follow the self-destructive, infidel faiths of Christianity, Judaism and their ilk, and even more so, those degenerates who follow no faith at all; those who seek the equally destructive and harmful agenda of Bolshevism and communism; those whose very bodies compromise society by infecting it with terrible afflictions. When the world is freed of these blights, I will be lauded, not condemned.

@The Philippiniada

To General Taniada;

Your message might have been better worded by a diplomat. I, a General myself, am not cowed by threats of "serious consequences"; nor will I give in to infidels and degenerates simply on force of threats. I am a man of principle and I stand by my beliefs; only God, not mortal men, can convince me otherwise.

@Greston

To John Batther;

I thank you for your support, but be aware that the monocratic form of Amadji government is only a transitional phase. Once society has been cleansed and order restored to the lands, in accord with the laws of God and His prophets, the rule will be given over to an enlightened council of wise elders, who will act only for the good of the people and of society. I have no desire to see unenlightened dictatorships arise in other nations, and have only taken this step of assuming absolute power due to necessity, in turn brought on by the corruption and chaos of the breakaway government that formerly ruled this land.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
Provisional Leader of the Amadji Junta

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Official Government Communiqué

To the Provisional Authority of Amadjiah:

While the Commonwealth has little sympathy for your Islamist policies or reactionary religious views, Her Majesty's Government fears the worst for your country: invasion and annihilation. As I speak, Barronian forces are most likely mobilizing against your country, along with the militaries of a dozen other nations. The Commonwealth does not wish to see another sovereign nation be subjugated by these relentless enemies, and thus we offer the hand of friendship. With your government's position, Her Majesty's Royal Overwatch will be deployed en masse to Amadjiah in order to sufficiently fortify your country against enemy attack and ensure that all external threats are neutralized.

We await your reply.

Ex corona, æquitas!

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Andrew Stark, MP
Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

Ministry of Foreign Relations
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria

To the provisional government of Amadjiah,

While the Principality of Northern Rangeria is a tolerant nation when it comes to the domestic policies of other nations, we will not sit idly by after this declaration of "cleansing of undesirables". As of this moment, the Principality is evacuating all Northern Rangerian citizens and their dependants from Amadjiah through international airports. Any attempt to harm the evacuees or otherwise hamper the evacuation will be deemed an act of aggression.

Should the evacuation process proceed safely, we are willing to dispatch humanitarian aid in form of medicines and food.


On behalf of Prince Mikhail IV, Dux Maximus, Protector of Northern Rangeria,

Duke Stapani Aalthone,
Minister of the Exterior.

@British Londinium

I thank you greatly for your assistance. Be aware that due to the state of martial law, Amadji armies are already massed and readied to defend the homeland against invaders. As Amadjiah is a small nation, and with few facilities and military bases not already in use by my armies, the Royal Overwatch may have to do with meager conditions; I also recommend that not more than fifty to seventy thousand personnel be deployed, to weaken the impact of the inevitable logistical difficulties.

@Northern Rangeria

I have no issue with foreigners departing my lands; indeed, I welcome the departure of degenerates and impure by any means possible. Rest assured that your evacuations will not be hampered, but even assisted by the intact portions of the Amadji transportation network, if you so wish.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
Provisional Leader of the Amadji Junta


OOC: Heading out now. See y'all Thursday.

Encrypted Message to Amadjiah

Though Greal is neutral in this "Conflict", we wish to secretly fly some Greal military instructors to help train your new army. While at it the Greal army is willing to help donate some tanks and fighters secretly. Is this acceptable?

signed,
Greal Minister of Foreign Affairs
Will Riddle

State Department Communication
The Holy Reich of The Peoples Freedom strongly condemns your brutality against Christians and other members of religious attitude. We would be willing to take these people into our own homeland. We could dispatch both ships and planes to do so, it will allow you to get rid of these people without you having to face the growing military threat against you. Please respond to this message as soon as you come to a conclusion.

OOC: Actually, time for one last little posty.

IC:

@Greal

I thank you, Mr. Riddle, for your generous offer. At present the AGF and AAF both have sufficient counts of matériel for current numbers; we have neither the manpower for additional vehicles, nor the time to train soldiers to use the new equipment, nor the room to store it until such time as it is available for use. However, if these situations change, I would be wholly amiable to outside assistance.

@The PeoplesFreedom

While those who chose not to flee have already been taken to educational facilities, the demilitarised zones on the borders of Amadjiah are crowded with refugees, as are the docks and harbours at the sole functional port in the nation (the city of Al 'Shakafka); if The PeoplesFreedom wishes to claim these groups and grant them citizenship, it is welcome to do so. We have no interest in having them remain a blight on society any longer.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
Provisional Leader of the Amadji Junta

To the Esteemed General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth,

We have heard of your, "cleansing of undesirables." We hope what we have heard is untrue, or a twisting of the truth. We would like to have some kind of diplomatic meeting in which we can attempt to settle this issue peacefully before something happens to your nation. Many people that religion seriously, and the freedom thereof even more. Hopefully there can be some kind of compromise reached. We are not saying that you have done anything wrong, as you are a sovereign nation, but other nations in the world may see differently, and they are so much larger. We hope that you see that diplomacy is better than war. Maybe if you enter into diplomatic talks it will show others that you are trying to avoid war, and resolve the situation peacefully, and will back off. In closing let me just say, "All we are saying is give peace a chance."

Signed,
Jim Lange,
President
The Republic of the Beatus

From the Desk of General Steven Phillip Grimmeberger, Head of State of the FFS

Dear Psycho,

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! This "cleansing of undesirables" is sick, twisted, deranged, screwed up, and just about everything else that means WRONG! Your actions constitute a total break in diplomatic negotiations, and henceforth, a state of war exists between our nations. Any commerce between the FFS and Amadijah is now SUSPENDED. Furthermore, all people of Amadijan descent within FFS borders will be put under surveillance.

Hope you die,

General Steven Phillip Grimmeberger

To General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth of Amadjiah,

Our first response was to mobilize our military. After a bit of thought, we would like to conduct negotiations. You may send us anyone of any faith (or lack there of) or political ideology, and we will accept them as citizens, and we will promise not to invade, for the moment, if you would allow several diplomats to meet with your president.

To avoid any cultural or religious disputes, the delegates will be Turkic muslims. Allow us to discuss matters of state with your nation. We assure you that the Free Mind Alliance will not attack you so long as you allow talks to proceed.

-President Baudoin,
USSY.

Secret in Character:
Marines readied themselves, and navy ships were stocked just in case. It had always been Yanitarian policy to speak softly and carry a big stick.

OOC: I'll check back on this Thursday.

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Official Diplomatic Communiqué

Blah, Blah, Blah, Condemn, Condemn, subtle threat, subtle threat, Condemn Condemn, Blah, Blah, Blah. Just send them all to Cookesland, where we take in all the world's unwanted, if you don't want them, we'll take them and transport them to here no cost. Reminder, Reminder, Moral rant.

Best Wishes,
Steven J. Andolor
Steven J. Andolor
Secretary of State
The United States of Cookesland

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Private Message

From: MilNet Command Nexus, DiploNet Systems, EconNet Integrated
To: Amadjiah Government
Subject: Rescue Squadron on the Way

Every single citizen of Third Spanish States is shocked by the news they received on the nation of Amadjiah. We can get rid of your undesirables if you accept to send them in exile, alive and well, to our nation. We advise you to stop this policies while you can, before other nations with military forces significantly more powerful than yours join to strike you, and perhaps even resort to the use of nuclear weapons, no matter how ironic it would be using those against a mass killing.

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Secret IC

Hampshire Haven, Unknown Location near the coast

"How is the 'rescue' squad?", asked the Sea Blackguard
"The three Zumwalts, four Fridtjof Nansens, six K130 and twelve Skjolds are also on the way with empty crew bunks for refugees. We can bypass their radars if we are careful enough I believe. Never before a full stealth-based fleet was sent to foreign waters. And of course there'll be some extra ones refitted to carry additional fuel during the travel", the engineer replied, checking some collected data from his palmtop as he observed the movement of the naval fleet. "And, let's see if those recon choppers have some value, he added as a handful of recently acquired for evaluation RAH-66 Comanches was at the helicopter bays of the larger ships.
"Do you expect hostilities?", he then asked.
"Probably not, but we have a fast and sneaky fleet and can handle it", the engineer explained.
"Good to know, and by the way, I am Roberto Cazán, and you?"
"Elian Leeds", the tall engineer replied.
"Good to meet you Elian, now, any idea on where to land at that nation?"
"Nothing some recon can't give the answer too. A few stealth bombers refitted with surveillance equipment from the Global Hawk shall enter in their airspace much before we arrive even close to their waters, of course, the chances of them detecting them are probably null as they lack technology for it", Elian explained.
"Guess I should go to the fleet, wish me good luck Elian, I'll be back for a chess match colleague!", he smiled
"Sure Roberto, good luck on your travel!"

The fleet started to move through northern Third Spanish States waters, to reach International Waters towards their destiny. Their mission was to rescue any refugees as they located major urban centers and death camps, where the Blackguards would sneak from the stealth ships to rescue any survivors, using violence only if necessary.

At the same time about three stealth recon airplanes based on refitted B-2 Spirits took off from an airport and headed in the direction of Amadjiah. As of now though, they were still in International airspace and far away from that nation, definitively not visible by their radars. They were to be refueled in air by a KC767 tanker (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KC-767) in the middle of their travel, but still far enough from their goal to not be spotted and back again in the middle of their return travel.

(OOC: Any objections to this small clandestine rescue operation will be welcome. The Blackguards(according to the division type: "Sea, Air, Intel or Recon") are basically the SAS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Air_Service), SBS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Boat_Service) and Military Intelligence of Third Spanish States)

The Principality was quick to act after the official communication with the provisional government. NRDC transport helicopters and planes were sent in, as well as any free NorRangAir planes. What little diplomatic staff there was in Amadjiah, they busied themselves by informing all known Northern Rangerian citizens and their families of the coming evacuation. Soon, planes were being boarded by civilians: Northern Rangerian tourists who had had their holiday cut short, archeologists, engineers, even two teachers from one of the Amadji universities. Inside the cargo planes, armed Jaegers were watching, ready to defend the evacuees from any threat of violence. It could become to shots, they all knew it: many of the more long-term residents had Amadji spouses and as a result, children. They would be evacuated as well. In secret, many also tried to get friends and family out of Amadjiah, and the Jaegers turned a blind eye to this, letting these 'dependants' board the planes as well.

Secret IC [the rebels of Malayu]:

[Begin Transmission]
To the New Government of Amadjiah,

We have salute you for your accomplishment in cleansing the infidels. We have tried to do that, when we still at war with the government. It was no luck, as the government and the Pig's world protect them immensely. We would be honoured to help you clean the mess they made when they ran, but we must do it in secret. I can't think what will happen to my people when the Java-Minang government declare war on us again.

Thereby I want to send my 500 elite men to your lands. This is to train them. We would have train them here, but the situation seemed not support it. We have high honour and we will continue to do so by keeping the expensive peace.

To make our proposal to be more understandable, we have a list what will we lend and/or give to you:

500 men, elite. Armed with the newest weapon we can find from our huge pile of help (Lend)
102 M16, 205 AK-74, 10 RPG-7. (give)
2 Light Tank (This is what our government gave to us.). (Lend)

It is up to you how to transport this. Of course, we could always send this packages to you. But in interest of keeping the peace, we ask you yourself to take the present home. Of course, you could always send 1 ship and transport them wave-by wave. We will ask the lended equipment when you seemed to us to have finished the business.

The Highest Strategian and the Leader of the Malayu Rebels,
Umar Al-Hadi.
[End of Transmission]

(OOC: This is nothing to do with my formal government. It is from the rebels)

Ubec City, Office of the President of the Federation of Visayan Peoples

"Not again..."

Visayans have an addiction to working abroad and this addiction has proved itself dangerous more than once. President Boncayao had just been informed that Amadjiah had suddenly turned berserk and was persecuting Christians, Jews, Buddhists and leftists. Not that they had a problem with someone taking out communists but the oil-rich Middle Eastern country (OOC: I assume it's an oil-rich Middle Eastern Country. Feel free to correct me.) had around 20,000 Visayan nationals: nurses, electricians, engineers and seamen manning its tanker fleet. To make matters worse, most if not all of them were Catholics, a reflection of the majority of the Federation. His close personal friend, The Executive Committee Chairman had only recently overseen a chaotic evacuation of Visayans from Jenbulari just before it imploded into a failed state and now this happens. Understandably, he wasn't pleased.

However, he was confident that unlike the Jenbulari intervention the Federation could count on the Free Minds Alliance, an international organization formed to address religious extremism of which the Federation is a member, for support on this one. Turning to his secretary, he dictated the instructions that were to be relayed to the Executive Committee and to Ambassador Creus, the Federation Delegate to the Alliance.
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Camp Upal, Ubec City

Mere minutes later, the Liberators, the 1st Scout Ranger Battalion, under the command of Col. "Ike" Insierto was gearing up once again. Hardened veterans, they were no strangers to this type of mission - they had spearheaded the evacuation in Jenbulari.
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Brohmtown, South Lizsauria

Ambassador Creus was in the middle of a session of the Alliance drafting its charter when he received a message from one of his aides informing him of the happenings, which he was already aware of though the Yanitarian delegate, and the President's instructions.
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505 Kamagayan St., Ubec City

The Committee on Foreign Relations received the President's message and immediately issued this communique to Amadjiah:

Federation of Visayan Peoples
Committee on Foreign Relations
505 Kamagayan St., Ubec City

To the government of Amadjiah,

Your decree against the so-called 'undesirables' is a cause for grave concern to the Federation. Although we ask that you reconsider this brash action, we will not commit ourselves to using force or diplomacy to undo this. Rather, we shall act within the frame work of the Free Minds Alliance where we are a member as are the Beatus, Pan-Arab Barronia and Yanitaria who have all spoken against this purge. We strongly advise you to accept our offers of negotiations so that we can all find a peaceful solution to this predicament. Further, we request permission to evacuate 20,000 Visayans in your country and ask that we be given access to an airport for this purpose. We are sending the 1st Scout Ranger Battalion of the Federation Army, the 22nd Airlift wing and the 10th Fighter wing for the evacuation. We assure you that in sending these troops we do not wish to violate the integrity of your territory. We only want to safeguard the lives of our citizens.

In solidarity,
(Sgd.)Roderick Salazar
Chairman, Committee on Foreign Relations

Secret IC:

*Encrypted Transmission*

To: Yanitaria

We are sending a Special Forces Battalion to Amadjiah and mobilizing the rest of our troops. If things get sticky down there you can count on our support.

Louis Punzalan
Chariman, Defense Committee

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Official Government Communiqué

To the Provisional Authority of Amadjiah:

... As I speak, Barronian forces are most likely mobilizing against your country, along with the militaries of a dozen other nations. The Commonwealth does not wish to see another sovereign nation be subjugated by these relentless enemies, and thus we offer the hand of friendship. With your government's position, Her Majesty's Royal Overwatch will be deployed en masse to Amadjiah in order to sufficiently fortify your country against enemy attack and ensure that all external threats are neutralized.

We await your reply.

Ex corona, æquitas!

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Andrew Stark, MP
Consul of the Londinian Commonwealth

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We had trusted that your period in isolation would have wisened the Londinian peoples. Indeed, through the times, we were one of few nations to offer our vocal support for you.

We find it disturbing that you would immediately accuse us of preparing to invade this nation - we consider this now a matter for the Free Minds Alliance. If you had cared to read the charter's current form, you would note that already we strive to solve situations diplomatically rather than through military means. Doublewideville is not an FMA-sanctioned action - we have taken up that operation ourselves.

Barronia's forces are not preparing for an attack, we can assure of that, and will not do so unless the order is given.

We would encourage you to stay away from this nation - Londinium could ill afford another conflict so soon, and certainly, as a nation well versed in the world of diplomacy, should not be seen supporting extremism and a regime that openly admits to brainwashing it's population.

Amelie Carpentier-St Claire
Magistrate for International Affairs



To Whom it may concern;

Surely you jest. "Freedom of religion" is an outdated and simplistic concept that operates on the false premise that all religions are equal. Unlike most world leaders, I seek to purify society from those who threaten it -- those who follow the self-destructive, infidel faiths of Christianity, Judaism and their ilk, and even more so, those degenerates who follow no faith at all; those who seek the equally destructive and harmful agenda of Bolshevism and communism; those whose very bodies compromise society by infecting it with terrible afflictions. When the world is freed of these blights, I will be lauded, not condemned.

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1. We're an atheist nation.

2. We're very much a socialist one.

The terrible afflictions you speak of are caused by none other than people like yourselves, twisters of religious words for your own devious purposes.

You have no idea of the potential whirlwind that you may unleash by continuing your actions. We have no desire to see another nation turned to rubble, and it's leaders captured and tried in an international court - we ask you once more to cease your actions and allow some aspect of freedom to your nation.

IC:
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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
We have noticed a great deal of hostility at your nations rather harsh position on groups within your nation. The Shazbotdom Empire cannot take an official stance on this matter at this point in time, but we (The Supreme Emperor and the Ministers) will discuss this matter in closed chambers in our next meeting, tomarrow. It is at that time that we will figure an official stance. Until then, we suggest that you hold off on the 'cleansing' until we come to a decision. Most likely, we will offer to take them off your hands, but that is still one option on the table.






OOC:
COMMUNIQUE OF THE EMPIRE

The disgusting show of your "cleansing of desirables" is just pure babarism, we offer the government of Amadijah to abide by the International Law of NOT SUPRESSING OTHER RELIGIOUS BELIEFS, AND FREEDOM TO PICK THEIR RELIGIONS, if you continue this barbaric show of dictatorship, your country will have SERIOUS CONSENQUENCES.

General Taniada
Imperial Defense Coordinator
International law only applies if he is in the United Nations, which by his Nation Page, he is not. Thus your assumptions are unwarranted and without justification.

Sultanate of Aragasol Foreign Ministry, Abdul Razim, to

Emirate of Amadjiah:

We have heard about what is occuring in your nation-state to your undesirable populations and foreign populations. Unlike your nation we have decided to embrace other religions, and foreign populations, as we know Allah teaches the Islamic religion to be kind to its brothers of Judaism and Christianity as their 'prophets' are also Islamic prophets. Therefore your dictatorship as sinned against the tenents of Islam which has caused the suffering to your people and allowed for your petty dictaorship to flourish in Amadjiah. Be warned that if you do not stop the persecution of all religions and your nation's leftist populace and allow those in your 're-education' camps to go back to their homes and jobs, or abroad the Army of Aragasol will act and 100,000 regulars and 35,000 mobilized Arag militiamen will wage war with your nation-state until your dictatorship is removed.

Blah, Blah, Blah, Condemn, Condemn, subtle threat, subtle threat, Condemn Condemn, Blah, Blah, Blah. Just send them all to Cookesland, where we take in all the world's unwanted, if you don't want them, we'll take them and transport them to here no cost. Reminder, Reminder, Moral rant.

I like your style.

Sultanate of Aragasol Foreign Ministry, Abdul Razim, to

Emirate of Amadjiah:

We have heard about what is occuring in your nation-state to your undesirable populations and foreign populations. Unlike your nation we have decided to embrace other religions, and foreign populations, as we know Allah teaches the Islamic religion to be kind to its brothers of Judaism and Christianity as their 'prophets' are also Islamic prophets. Therefore your dictatorship as sinned against the tenents of Islam which has caused the suffering to your people and allowed for your petty dictaorship to flourish in Amadjiah. Be warned that if you do not stop the persecution of all religions and your nation's leftist populace and allow those in your 're-education' camps to go back to their homes and jobs, or abroad the Army of Aragasol will act and 100,000 regulars and 35,000 mobilized Arag militiamen will wage war with your nation-state until your dictatorship is removed.

The United Socialist States of Yanitaria would like to applaud the Sultanate for actually following their religion unlike the other extremist nations that seem to be popping up.

However, we cannot allow you to invade until a suitable diplomatic communication has been established, and has failed or succeeded.

To the Emirate of Amadjiah, the FMA would like to begin talks with your nation, perhaps they could accompany the Yanitarian diplomats, should you accept?

Erdil, Aragasol:

Emil Hassan stood at attention as he and the other twelve members of his Arag militia troop watching their Sergeant spear the bag of flour in the stomach with a bayonette. Turning around the tan skinned Arab man spoke;

"This is your enemy, Amadjiah soldiers, led by a corrupt dictator who are persecuting religious minorities in Amadjiah."

Emil raised his hand in a 90 degree angle in front of his body as the military had trained him. The young 15 year old body with growing stubble on his chin asked;

"Why do we care about minorities?"

"Boy, we are concerned about religious minorities as the persecution of them reflects badly on Islam and therefore some despot from a Christian country or Jew country can then attack other Islamic countries and claim they are riding the world of Islamist terrorists. If we state that we believe in multi-faith and protection of everyone rights then they cannot attack Aragasol in the future as it will then look bad on them.

Emil saluted!

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Sultan Hussein read the new reports that he had received on Amadjiah. Amadjiah and Aragasol had a history as the stories go that Amadjiah several centuries before controlled Aragasol before the tribes of Aragasol revolted in a bloodless coup in tandum with a rebellion occuring in Amadjiah. Even though that was between 200-250 years ago, several areas of Amadjiah and Aragasol were in contention and border disputes had (never leading to conflict) had occured in the Yusef Sultanate of 189 B.R - 100 B.R. and the Bin Laden Sultanate of 100 B.R - 38 B.R. As Hussein was the second ruler of the Hussein Sultanate he hoped to with this crises setle some border disputes that nagged at his regime with Amadjiah. Also, he had to deal with Arwil Nassan, a fine young foreign educated woman who was demanding women's rights in Erdil (see other thread) even though he could not do so for upseting the tribes of the Aragasol provinces.

Smiling, Hussein was not to concerned about Nassan at the moment he had to prepare 10,000 soldiers and militiamen in Erdil for possible combat operations.

Sultanate of Aragasol Foreign Ministry, Abdul Razim, to

United Socialist States of Yanitaria

We hope a diplomatic solution can be solved to this crises. However if your eforts are rebuffed by this corrupt dictator our forces will be sent in to solve this problem and deal with border disputes as well that we have with Amadijah.

South Lizasaurian troops under the Free Mind Alliance began to mobilize should things get out of hand. A naval blockade was already en route to British Londinium to cut off all of their assets as per article two in the Free Mind Alliance charter.

(OOC: Amadjiah, it would be very helpful if you had a map of your nation, even if it was a modified version of an IRL nation map)

International Airspace, about halfway on their travel:


The weather was clear, no storms or strong winds were influencing the aerodynamics of the three stealth bombers refitted as spy planes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:TR-3_Black_Manta_by_Adrian_Mann.jpg), though they would need to refuel soon. It wasn't long before a message was received from a nearby airplane.

"BlackWatch 1, this is the fifth refueling squad, ready for procedure. Initiate speed matching and fly below the boom. All other crafts, form on my wing to await your turn", the captain of the large KC767 said
"Acknowledged Fifth refueling, I have your sight on radar, starting approach and speed matching.", the pilot of the refitted B-2 answered.
"I am in", the pilot of the BlackWatch 2 replied quickly
"Yes, coming in", the pilot of the last airplane finally answered

The B-2s slowly approached the tanker as its crew readied the equipment for the refueling, the BlackWatch 1 was just behind the refueling plane.
"Flying boom being adjusted, keep your speed BlackWatch 1", the boom operator informed
The flying boom then started to adjust towards the BlackWatch 1.
"BlackWatch 1, start accelerating slowly to approach the tanker"
"Acknowledged", the pilot replied.
"I can see you, just a little further", the boom operator answered.
"Decelerate now and match speed!", he finally answered as the bomber was very close to the flying boom.
"I'm adjusting the boom nozzle to your ship receptacle, keep at this speed and inside the air refueling envelope."
The nozzle then was connected with the bomber receptacle and the flying boom started to send it enough fuel to allow it to recon effectively the foreign territory, which was split in three sections for each of the airships and for returning to the same point again for a second refueling before going back to Third Spanish States.

"Refueling on the way, just more 10 seconds.", the operator replied
"Good, this is becoming tiresome", the pilot replied
10 seconds later the refueling was completed as expected.
"BlackWatch 1, disconnecting nozzle, decelerate a bit to give space to BlackWatch 2 to refuel. BlackWatch 2, approach the refueling envelope and match speed. I'll instruct you to reach the boom", the operator said as the pilot of the BlackWatch 1 decelerated without losing his formation to the tanker.

The same procedure was repeated with the two other spyplanes, and after a little more than two minutes.
"BlackWatch squadron, you are ready to continue, please send an instruction for refueling procedure with 1 hour of antecedence to avoid inconveniences after your mission is finished.", the captain of the 5th refueling squad said.
"We will, now I suppose it's time for you to return back home, farewell buddies!", the pilot of BlackWatch 1 said as they headed for completely opposite directions.

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International Waters

Roberto was checking the radars with the help of a dozen of others while he had a permanent log in on MilNet to suggest further plans once more information was given. Nothing of importance has happened during such first hours of travel and their fleet was operating with only passive radars. They hoped to rescue as many victims of the genocide as possible and to not have to engage into conflict at all. There was some significant tension though as many had this as their first mission and never participated on anything besides low intensity conflicts with criminals.

Erdil, Aragasol:

Emil Hassan stood at attention as he and the other twelve members of his Arag militia troop watching their Sergeant spear the bag of flour in the stomach with a bayonette. Turning around the tan skinned Arab man spoke;

"This is your enemy, Amadjiah soldiers, led by a corrupt dictator who are persecuting religious minorities in Amadjiah."

Emil raised his hand in a 90 degree angle in front of his body as the military had trained him. The young 15 year old body with growing stubble on his chin asked;

"Why do we care about minorities?"

"Boy, we are concerned about religious minorities as the persecution of them reflects badly on Islam and therefore some despot from a Christian country or Jew country can then attack other Islamic countries and claim they are riding the world of Islamist terrorists. If we state that we believe in multi-faith and protection of everyone rights then they cannot attack Aragasol in the future as it will then look bad on them.

Emil saluted!

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Sultan Hussein read the new reports that he had received on Amadjiah. Amadjiah and Aragasol had a history as the stories go that Amadjiah several centuries before controlled Aragasol before the tribes of Aragasol revolted in a bloodless coup in tandum with a rebellion occuring in Amadjiah. Even though that was between 200-250 years ago, several areas of Amadjiah and Aragasol were in contention and border disputes had (never leading to conflict) had occured in the Yusef Sultanate of 189 B.R - 100 B.R. and the Bin Laden Sultanate of 100 B.R - 38 B.R. As Hussein was the second ruler of the Hussein Sultanate he hoped to with this crises setle some border disputes that nagged at his regime with Amadjiah. Also, he had to deal with Arwil Nassan, a fine young foreign educated woman who was demanding women's rights in Erdil (see other thread) even though he could not do so for upseting the tribes of the Aragasol provinces.

Smiling, Hussein was not to concerned about Nassan at the moment he had to prepare 10,000 soldiers and militiamen in Erdil for possible combat operations.

Sultanate of Aragasol Foreign Ministry, Abdul Razim, to

United Socialist States of Yanitaria

We hope a diplomatic solution can be solved to this crises. However if your eforts are rebuffed by this corrupt dictator our forces will be sent in to solve this problem and deal with border disputes as well that we have with Amadijah.

The USSY would like to open up unrelated diplomatic talks with your nation.

OOC: I'll send you a TG about the topics I'd like to discuss, so as not to hijack the thread.

Sultanate of Aragasol Foreign Ministry

To: Emirate of Amadjiah

There has been no response from your nation to the demands of the international community and therefore we are going to respond to this by using strategic strikes to limit your operations ability in your own state. We have decided to declare war on your state until you stop persecution and/or you are toppled.

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Under the cover of darkness several military supply trucks carrying rashions, equipment, and medical aid followed by several dozen mechanized tanks of the 21st and 27th mechanical divisions and about three hundred Aragasol soldiers and another hundred Arag militiamen crossed over the rugged and wasteland appearing border of Amadjiah and headed for refugees of the persecution of the Amadjiah government that were located near the border. The plan was to head ten miles into Amadjiah territory and capture and secure any refugee's or 'reeducation' camps of the Amadjiah government, hopefully without much bloodshed.

words
General Grimmeberger;

The language you use in your "diplomatic" communication is telling. Are you but a child, that you resort to name calling and declarations of war without so much as a first thought, let alone a second? As Amadjiah is relatively self-sufficient, your trade embargo will have little effect in any case; we can sustain ourselves for years without involving ourselves with the outside world.

text
President Baudoin;

I am glad that someone has shown a willingness to compromise rather than immediately make demands and ultimatums. I am perfectly amenable to meeting with your diplomats to discuss matters. Be aware, however, that I am not a man easily swayed by threats of violence, which some world leaders mistake for "diplomacy".

ASCII
Mr. Andolor;

Blah blah blah blah blah acceptance blah blah blah let the burden be on your heads blah blah blah blah infidels blah blah degenerates blah blah blah blah blah blah verse from the Qu'ran.

letters
To whom it may concern;

As has been stated, the refugees are located in the demilitarized zones and in specially constructed camps in Amadjiah's port city, Al 'Shakafka. If you wish to transport them thence, you are welcome to; your ships and aircraft will not be impounded by the ANF and AAF, provided they are unarmed and clearly state their intentions.

rebels

To Umar Al-Hadi;

I am indescribably pleased that there are others who share my views on society out there. So often, it seems, world leaders insist upon treating impure and degenerates as though natural rights were conferred upon them merely by their existence, rather than by their actions and beliefs. Rights are earned, not given freely, and that only through worshipping God and following true morality.

But I ramble. Two Amadji cargo transports will come to your lands to pick up the men and equipment; if secrecy is required, they will be accompanied by electronic warfare aircraft, in order to hide them from detection. The equipment, what of it survives, will be returned or refunded once stability is restored.

workers
To Sgd. Salazar;

While I am willing to help evacuate those of your citizens residing and working within Amadjiah, and their families, I unfortunately cannot allow foreign fighter aircrafts and armed special forces within my borders. To do so would be an unacceptable security risk -- I understand that you do not wish to use force, but I am not sure the same can be said of your captains and generals. The evacuation aircraft will be escorted within Amadji airspace by fighters of the AAF, and citizens will be transported to the Amadipolis airport via Amadji ground transport such as buses and trains.

freedom
To whom it may concern;

I thank you for your concern, but seeing as your nation openly subscribes to, and forces upon its citizens, the degenerate philosophies of atheism -- a worse sin than any other faith, as it denies even basic morality -- and socialism, which has ruined thriving and productive societies by creating systems of forced equality and lowering the true faith to but another "belief system"; I am hardly surprised that you fail to see what the impure have done wrong.

islam
To the Sultan of Aragasol;

While you are partially correct in your treatment of Jews and Christians as peoples of the Book, followers of those faiths in Amadjiah were in reality false. Many were secular, claiming Judaism or Christianity as faith but not accepting the prophets; many believed in blasphemous theories of evolution and abiogenesis; indeed, Christians commonly claim that the prophet Isa believed that even degenerates such as homosexuals, prostitutes, and criminals are accepted and forgiven by God, despite their own Bible flatly contradicting this. In short, they merely used the faith to further their own ends. If they show significant progress following re-education, and become capable of accepting the faith, they will be released and allowed to practice in peace.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
Provisional Leader of the Amadji Junta

OOC: Whew. Anyway, to clear up OOC concerns: Claim high oil supply but there's really not much; no map, and no real life equivalent; Shazbotdom, o+.

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The spyplanes were fairly quiet and the day was hazy. Even this high up the air temperature was in the double digits, Celsius; the planes' powerful sensor equipment could barely make out the approaching arid landscape where the sea ended. If one could see the imaginary lines marking the Amadji border, they would run almost along the beaches that became visible on either side of an ever narrowing inlet patrolled by small craft. At its widest the inlet was about a hundred miles across; at its narrowest, only twenty.

A million years ago a glacier had swept down almost to what is now the sea, and left in its path a hanging valley. When the ice age came to an end and the glacier retreated, a mighty river had formed, draining the hanging valley and descending over a waterfall into a broad and fertile plain ringed by mountains. But then the sea levels rose and the glaciers disappeared altogether. Now the fertile plain was underwater and the waterfall had become the sharp dropoff that marked Al 'Shakafka harbour.

The planes could make out large numbers of ships docked in the area; the largest probably did not exceed fifty thousand tonnes. The city was very large and marked by huge white tents enclosed by fences, on the outskirts; the refugee camps. The forests that stretched away to the north were almost temperate, with pines a hundred feet high; but to the south the vegetation was limited to shrubs and small undergrowth, the ground was sandy, and the air was polluted. Dividing the two halves was the Wadi Zakif, the once-mighty river; but its waters too were polluted, from the industrial waste of Amadipolis, constructed at the midpoint of the nation along the river's banks. Towards the eastern end of the country the terrain became mountainous and arid. Settlements were few and water scarce. In this region were the demilitarized zones, now occupied by thousands of refugees.

The spyplanes might catch sight of one of the more interesting occurrences in this area: the Aragasol "invasion".

The border between Amadjiah and Aragasol was so poorly defined as to be almost nonexistent. Most of the area between the two was uninhabited, mountainous, and inaccessible desert. The soldiers had taken a roundabout path up a dry riverbed through the most accessible mountain pass they could find; the demilitarized zones were to the southwest of this border, whereas continuing due west would lead them straight into the military bases on the Amadji side of the DMZ, and going north would take them into a sparsely populated (and heavily armed) region of the country dominated by small, warring clans.

SECRET IC:
SCENE: Meeting Chambers, Shazbotdom Imperial Palace, Shaz City, Shazbotdom
The meeting went quick. Larry had heard all the information about the Amadjiah situation. He sat back in his chair and looked at the map that was on the far wall. There had to be something that he could do to get these people out of that nation.

"Options?" Larry asked.

"Well, sir. There are three options that have been laid out. Option one is sending in a variety of aircraft to pick these 'undesierables' out of the nation and bring them to the Colonys, where they would be welcomed into the Empire with open arms. The second is just letting things go."

"And the third is?"

"Military action, sir."

Charrol Cralom, the Minister of Public Affairs spoke up from her chair along the right side of the table. "But. sir. We cannot justify military action at this point in time. They arn't a part of the UN so we can't justify invasion because of the UN Resolutions."

"I understand the consiquences. There will be no military action as of this point in time. Kennith, send out another message that we will accept these refugee's from his nation, and mention that we will take care of transportation. Prepare the 2nd HAVOC Naval Battlegroup, they will spearhead the evacuation process. Take the refugee's and put them on board the Hospital Ships first, just to ensure that they are healthy and not transmitting any communicable diseases."

"Yes, Sir."

The room then cleared. Larry walked over and looked out the window, deep in thought...


IC:
http://usera.imagecave.com/CaptainDeath/VariousShazbotdom/ForeignAffairsMinisterSeal.gif
FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
Dear General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
After a much heated debate within the chambers of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Supreme Emperor, we are willing to take a majority, if not all, of those people that you deem 'Undesirables' from your nation. We are currently mobilising the 2nd HAVOC Naval Battlegroup, under the command of Admiral Yuri Gergaras, to spearhead the evacuation of the refugees from your nation.

The fleet will launch transportation aircraft from a distance of 250 Nauticle Miles, to ensure that you don't see them as a threat to your nations soverignty.

If this is acceptable, please notify me as soon as possible so we can get these proceedings done quickly and with little, if no, strain on both of our nations.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Halsanki
Northern Rangeria

To Mr Kennith G. Terrance, Interim Minister of Foreign Affairs, Shazbotdom

Should the 2nd HAVOC Naval Battlegroup need any assistance in the evacuation process, the Principality of Northern Rangeria is prepared to launch a squadron of transport and support vessels from the 1st Navy, supported by the 3rd Coastal Jaeger Regiment (1,000-man strong) to help expedite the evacuation. The Regiment has received peacekeeper training.

We request an immediate answer.




On behalf of His Highness, Prince Mikhail IV, Dux Maximus, Lord of Northern Rangeria, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens,

Duke Stapani Aalthone
Minister of the Exterior

To the Government of Amadjiha

Yanitaran C-130 Hercules transports will arrive in order to take refugees to the USSY and to deliver our three diplomats.

Jim was not happy with being ignored, but he decided that maybe his last communique did not get to its destination, so he sent another,

To the Esteemed General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth,

It appears as if you did not receive my last message. I hope it isn't that you just ignored it, but that it was lost somehow somewhere. If I do not get a response from this one, I will assume you are ignoring me. I would hate to do that, as I hope this can be dealt with peacefully through negotiations, as I stated in my last letter. I wish to send a delegate to meet with your government, and hopefully find a diplomatic solution to this ever so delicate situation. I am in no way attempting to infringe on your sovereignty, however others may not have that problem. All I am asking is for someone from your government meet with a delegate from mine to discuss the situation, and try to peacefully resolve it. I don't see what difference it will make for you to listen to what my man has to say, either you will agree with it or not, either way it's not like you lose anything. Please consider this. Thank you.

Signed,
Jim Lange,
President
The Republic of the Beatus

To Mr. Kennith G. Terrance and to the government of Yanitaria;

Your proposal is acceptable. While the demilitarized zones have no airfields, the transportation aircraft may land at airfields in the nearby military bases; ORVs from the bases will transport the refugees to the airfields for removal from the nation. You may also land aircraft at the airfields outside Al 'Shakafka, to which the refugees will be transported.

As for the delegates, they may be transported to Amadipolis airport, where my envoys shall greet them.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

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On the ground it was hardly that simple.

"Get up!"

The woman was roused from her fitful napping by the harsh and percussive yells of soldiers. As they co-ordinated across the line, the shouts combined in a series of almost wordless tones, like a grand cacophonous symphony; and for a moment the woman reflected on that before a grimy pair of hands seized her and pulled her upright by the hair.

As the soldier led her, a gun held against her back, towards a jeep, she witnessed as refugees all along the DMZ staggered in line with her, transported by soldiers. There was not one soldier for each refugee; some soldiers held families at bay as they approached the vehicles. Taking into account the treatment she had received so far the woman could not fail to suspect the worst. She kicked back, rewarded with a sharp grunt; whirled, punched. The soldier sat down heavily and she reached for his gun.

One. Two. The sudden reports made the refugees turn their heads like as one; a murder of crows flapped awkwardly into the air from a branch of the lone bare tree that adorned the landscape. Then there was no more time for resistance as men, women, and children were thrust into the jeeps and transported away towards the airfield, some wailing and bemoaning their fate, some praying. Many were silent, cynical; few among the bedraggled group doubted that when they left the DMZ, they went to their deaths.

Fifteen minutes later the crows returned. Not all at once, mind; at first it was only one or two. But before long they had all flown back to partake of the fresh kill. By the time the buzzards arrived, the majority had already had their fill.

diplomacy
OOC: I seem to have missed your post. Apologies. :(


IC:

To Jim Lange;

I am indeed amenable to diplomacy. As a General, I have too often seen the nation thrust into meaningless and terrible wars; and when it is a reasonable option, as it is in this case -- the conflict results primarily from a difference of ideology -- diplomacy should always be preferred over force. As the Yanitarians will also be in attendance at this conference, your delegate will be received at the same negotiating table to discuss matters. The delegate should preferably arrive at Amadipolis airport by tomorrow evening, where ground transportation will bring him directly to his hotel; the formal conference will be held upon the day after tomorrow.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

OOC: I seem to have missed your post. Apologies. :(


IC:

To Jim Lange;

I am indeed amenable to diplomacy. As a General, I have too often seen the nation thrust into meaningless and terrible wars; and when it is a reasonable option, as it is in this case -- the conflict results primarily from a difference of ideology -- diplomacy should always be preferred over force. As the Yanitarians will also be in attendance at this conference, your delegate will be received at the same negotiating table to discuss matters. The delegate should preferably arrive at Amadipolis airport by tomorrow evening, where ground transportation will bring him directly to his hotel; the formal conference will be held upon the day after tomorrow.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

To the Esteemed General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth,

Good, our delegate can be there within hours. He is currently on board an aircraft carrier, and will be arriving via plane soon. However, as it is an aircraft carrier, the only planes available are military craft. He will be flying, an unarmed, F4U Corsair with the tail number B-0001. A picture has been enclosed for your convenience. He will contact your ground control before entering Amadjiah airspace. He will respond to Beatusian Flight 1. As I have already said he should be arriving within the next 4 hours or so. If you do not here from him by then, please contact us, as that would mean he has gone off course for some reason, and we would want to locate him.

Signed,
Jim Lange,
President,
The Republic of the Beatus

(Enclosed)
http://www.warbirdalley.com/images/f4u-01.jpg

Over Amadjiha

Yanitarian transports landed at the designated airports, unloading medical teams who would examen the refugees aboard the flight.

A SLT-31A Chevalier was also unloaded, and approached a jeep, looking for an escort to Amadipolis airport.

OOC: The diplomats are escorted by 2 marines in my primary military vehicle. This is for their own protection.

Pudite Prefecture Two, Compound Two-Two-Four-Nine, Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center
Colonel Dakhno Aleksandrovich gave the slightest inclination of his head in acknowledgement to the issue. The text was such as it conveyed the situation inside Amadjiah, and the limited international response. He forwarded the release to his commander, General Daniil Velikii, head of the Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center, and thought little else of it.

When, however, the message reached its destination; the desk of General Velikii, he saw more. With a gesture, he summoned to him his aide, and set him about retrieving two men. The first, the Praetorian representative in the Pudite High Council, was Field Marshal Volodislav Danilovich, the second was his commander, Ivan Dogatko, head of Praetorian Extra-National Military Intervention. Roughly half an hour later, the pair arrived together, and were led into a small conference room adjacent to Velikii’s office.

The room was small, with a plain wooden table and four chairs serving as the only furniture, with a single fluorescent light in the ceiling above, lighting the stark white room perfectly. It was as were all rooms in the Dominion, a subterranean, gleaming white, and windowless room. The compounds housed all those that were loyal among the Pudite population, and without, those that were unloyal…

But these rebels were not on the mind of the men inside the room. What was, only Velikii knew, but he was prepared now to inform the rest. “My brethren, I have summoned you here for a specific purpose today.

Have we not all watched as Mr. White and his heretical Janissary Corps have invaded and laid waste to millions, all to bring to a false leader glory undeserved? Have we not seen the Frumentarii from the Foreign Office claim for their own powerful states and wealth beyond that which is given?”

“Truly, they defy our Emperor and Council!” concurred Field Marshal Dogatko.

“Not so much the Council,” replied Danilovich, somberly, “The Noble caste is increasingly impudent – each has his own men, and they have divided the land most unlawfully, and we are powerless to fight them…”

There was an understanding nod from Velikii before he continued, “Then it is most certainly in our interest to maintain our own influence in this time of turbulence and defiance.”

“All that is done in the name of our Emperor is right. We go in his name.” was the reply from Dogatko.

“Surely.”

“And so I will continue,” said Velikii “the nation of Amadjiah has come to my attention recently…”


Lieutenant-General Dokgil Novik stood on the bridge of his Roydia-class battleship, the Sovereign’s Pride, surveying the forces at his disposal. There were perhaps forty ships cutting their way across the water before him, with another force in tow, which made up both his own 5th Praetorian Rapid Response Fleet, as well as the 6th Praetorian Rapid Response Fleet of Lt. General Dolbnia.

The ships were great constructions, colored a matte black, barely distinguishable from the still-dark sea, not yet illuminated by the morning sun, just barely climbing over the horizon behind them.

The fleets were roughly one-thousand miles off the shores of the nation of Amadjiah, still very well within truly international waters, although they had not stopped here. They were crushing forward through the low waves at a steady speed of thirty knots, drawling inexorably closer to their target.

A message was broadcast before them, alerting the foreigners to their presence,

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To: The Dictatorship of Amadjiah Foreign Office
From: Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

The Dominion has taken an interest in your situation, in that, we abhor your conduct. You have thus far been greeted with veiled threats and offers of negotiation. This is not the solution to the debauchery given rise within your borders.

The Emperor gives you but one chance: You will cease immediately all actions against minority groups of whatever division from your ideal. You will dismantle your government, and proceed to international trial for your actions. You will allow a jury of non-biased advisors to appoint a new constitution and observe true and free elections.

Alternatively, you will fight, and you will lose. We do not veil our threats. They are made obvious too you. There are more than eighty ships of the Imperial Praetorian Naval Corps bearing down upon your shores. If you accept our terms, they will serve only as peacekeepers. Otherwise, they are the peacemakers…

It is your decision.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii


To: Those it may concern; those of the involved parties of the Amadjiah dispute
From: Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

Diplomacy and veiled threats here will not serve. Force and its immediate presence are the only coercing factors these juntas are capable of respecting.

They are now to be taught respect. My government has issued an ultimatum, if it is not settled there, our fleets will settle it. Those that defend the criminals will be criminals themselves.

Let force of arms, not of words, put an end to this.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii

OOC: *Takes out old-fashioned analog wall clock, and manually rotates the minute hand four times around.*

Yanitaria, assume this post also applies to you.

IC:

To Jim Lange;

This message is to inform you of the successful arrival of your delegate. I have been informed that his aircraft landed smoothly at Amadipolis airport about twenty minutes ago and he is currently en route to his hotel suite.

signed,
Mr. Muhammad Khalid Umar ben Jiza, Foreign Affairs Assistant to the General

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The Beatusian delegate was greeted on the very tarmac by another of the General's assistants, a cordial and soft-spoken man with short hair and a perpetual squint. The assistant, who introduced himself as Special Envoy Ulian al Sanikh, conducted the delegate into an unobtrusive limousine. The glimses the diplomat caught of the airport betrayed nothing out of the ordinary; a fully modern airport with all standard facilities, and forest and distant mountains beyond where the asphalt ended.

The limousine transported the diplomat almost effortlessly into the city; traffic seemed to part for it and it paid traffic lights little heed. The road was almost empty, anyway; it had obviously been specially cleared for the diplomatic motorcades. If the diplomat were to look he might catch glimpses of motorcycles on either side, each bearing an armed soldier. The hotel at which the diplomat was hosted was large but not imposing; the suite, while not exactly the pinnacle of luxury, was comfortable and airy. In the next morning when he awoke it would be flooded in light.

At the prearranged time on the next day a different assistant, who did not give his name but was also cordial and soft-spoken, appeared to transport the diplomat to Parliament House. Again there were the tinted windows on the limousine, the military escort. And his first impression of Parliament House would be that of a huge citadel, surrounded by three levels of security and with no windows opening from the boxlike structure. This was truly a nation under martial law.

The diplomat was conducted into the foyer, waved through by the security guards, and passed with his escort into a broad and well-lit hallway that terminated in an elevator. They ascended to the fifth story and emerged from the other side into brilliant sunlight. In the center of the citadel there was an open space, with light provided by the sun; yet it was not hot, and the hum of air conditioners was pervasive. The roof of this indoor courtyard was glass, but evidently retractable; the steel walls of the citadel extended further up, but not so far as to completely block sunlight at any time except high noon. In the center of this courtyard itself was set up a large round table, from which a man had already risen. An impressive figure, in spite of his pudgy abdomen and receding hairline; impressive because of the force of personality behind the body, the charisma inherent even in the way he moved; the mind over the matter.

He said, "Greetings and welcome to Amadjiah. I am General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth."

To: Those it may concern; those of the involved parties of the Amadjiah dispute
From: Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

Diplomacy and veiled threats here will not serve. Force and its immediate presence are the only coercing factors these juntas are capable of respecting.

They are now to be taught respect. My government has issued an ultimatum, if it is not settled there, our fleets will settle it. Those that defend the criminals will be criminals themselves.

Let force of arms, not of words, put an end to this.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii[/QUOTE]


Official Government Response

We do not defend criminals, rather it is our belief, and the belief of several other nations that we can change one nations actions through peace not war. How can you cast this away when you do not even no the details of our discussion? We would like to formally request that you hold off on any attacks until diplomatic talks end.

To: Government of Orbath
From: Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

We would like to formally request that you do not interfere in Pudite operations, military or otherwise. There is still a chance for peace. It is not our choice.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii

He said, "Greetings and welcome to Amadjiah. I am General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth."

"Greetings Mr. Bair Hassan Ben Naggoroth, I am Sidney Sheldon," the diplomat said as he reached out his hand, offering the General a handshake. "President Lange, sends his regards, and apologies that he could not be here today, but alas, he is off on another diplomatic trip at this time."

To Field Marshal Velikii;

While, having long been subjected to double-talk and veiled intentions from politicians, I admire your plain speech, I cannot say I find very much else about your message particularly impressive. First, you ignore the fact that mere conflicts of ideology can easily be solved through discussion and negotiation rather than military force. I do not seek to impose Islam upon the rest of the world; I do not seek to bring capitalism to the Bolsheviks, nor rid other nations of their genetically compromised. That you seek to force your own ideology upon us speaks worse of you than my actions do of me.

Second, you once again make threats. This is hardly new; ever since my actions were publicized I have received many such threats. Moreover, you make your threats in such a manner as that to head off this threat I, a man of principles, will have to go to unacceptable lengths; and more so that even if I do so you will carry out your threats (what would the difference be between "peacekeepers" and "peacemakers"? If Amadji are slain as a result, practically none.); tells that you have only entered this affair in order to go to war for some unfathomable reason of your own: to gain access to Amadji oil reserves, for instance, or to prove you are "better" in some absurd respect than the next nation over.

Third, you suggest that I must be taught "respect". Respect for what? For nations that happen to be larger or more threatening than mine? For those leaders who deem themselves capable of spewing more eloquent rhetoric? For an imaginary, unworkable, unwritten "international law"? Spare me your "respect". I tell you this: you are welcome to fight the Amadji, and you are welcome to watch your servicemen and women die, as every foreign soldier that sets foot in Amadji soil, with hostile intent, will never leave it.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

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Shortly before the arrival of the diplomats

"The refugees have been transported to the airfields."

"Oh. Oh, good. Were there any fatalities?"

"One soldier, General." Sanchez looked nonplussed.

"I meant refugees."

"Oh. Twelve or thirteen at the most; well below the minimal rate. It went off comparatively smoothly for a large-scale evacuation. Now we're loading them onto Yanitarian aircraft."

"Excellent then." The General rose to leave for the conference room. "By the way, what did you think of that speech?"

"Inspiring," Sanchez said glibly. "People went wild; you saw them. You've painted the Empire (?) as imperialist, as intolerant, as the bad guy in the picture; you've rekindled faith in the homeland; people are more ready and willing to defend their homes than ever before. And to the international community, you've painted us as the good guys -- as though we're the ones who've been victimized."

The General looked very sad for a brief moment. "But, aren't we?"

Sanchez was about to say something but he checked his tongue.

Present time

The General nodded sympathetically and said, "I understand; leading a nation is particularly time-consuming," paused, "please, sit down." He showed Sheldon into a chair next to the Yanitarian diplomats and took his own seat on the opposite side of the table, next to, "Jorge Luis Sanchez. My senior assistant.", who merely nodded shortly and returned to a deep contemplation, apparently of himself.

"So, it appears as if everyone is here, shall we get down to business?" asked Sheldon.

Present time

The General nodded sympathetically and said, "I understand; leading a nation is particularly time-consuming," paused, "please, sit down." He showed Sheldon into a chair next to the Yanitarian diplomats and took his own seat on the opposite side of the table, next to, "Jorge Luis Sanchez. My senior assistant.", who merely nodded shortly and returned to a deep contemplation, apparently of himself.

To: Those it may concern; those of the involved parties of the Amadjiah dispute
From: Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

Diplomacy and veiled threats here will not serve. Force and its immediate presence are the only coercing factors these juntas are capable of respecting.

They are now to be taught respect. My government has issued an ultimatum, if it is not settled there, our fleets will settle it. Those that defend the criminals will be criminals themselves.

Let force of arms, not of words, put an end to this.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
Dear Field Marshal Velikii
We don't negotiate, we just want to get the innocents that are being targeted out before nations go to war on this. If you wish to give us cover in case the shit hits the fan, you are more than welcome to.

"So, it appears as if everyone is here, shall we get down to business?" asked Sheldon.

"Most certainly," said the General. "I understand that your government -- indeed, both of your governments (he indicated the Yanitarians) -- disapprove of national policies I have instituted, and my treatment of those who violate those laws?"

OOC: Weird, your post shows up before mine, even though I posted mine first.... this forum's timestamps are screwed up.

Roughly One-Thousand Miles off the coast of Amadjiah, Battleship Sovereign's Pride, Command Deck of Vice Admiral Padenga
Lieutenant General Dokgil Novik stepped brazenly into the brightly lit room, and announced himself, "Vice Admiral, I have received our message from the foreigner."

"And they refused?"

"Of course. Are we prepared for combat?"

"The fleet is ready, general. We'll get your men to shore, after that, however, it is in your hands."

"Excellent..."

"We cannot even see it yet." said the Vice Admiral, speaking now more to himself,

"Excuse me?" questioned General Novik, even as he was preparing to leave,

"General, we have committed to a war now, a war upon a land none among us has ever seen..."

Lieutenant General Novik hesitated for a moment, "His will be done, Timofei. Anything else is heresy. You know why we're here."

"Indeed," replied Timofei Padenga, more firm in voice now, "And soon, the foreigners will too..."

Dokgil turned again, and walked back out of the room, "I'll not be sending a response. Your ordinance and my soldiers will speak for us now."

"Good," replied Timofei, "The drivel we produced surprised me in its ability to disturb my stomach."

Dokgil smiled, "It is good to fall into line again."

Vice Admiral Padenga turned back to the window that adorned the far wall of the room, and back to his fleet. Lieutenant General Novik returned to his quarters, having now only to wait, the fate of his duties not to be determined by deluded foreigners and heretics.

General Grimmeberger;

The language you use in your "diplomatic" communication is telling. Are you but a child, that you resort to name calling and declarations of war without so much as a first thought, let alone a second? As Amadjiah is relatively self-sufficient, your trade embargo will have little effect in any case; we can sustain ourselves for years without involving ourselves with the outside world.

From the Desk of the Prime Minister:

To the Head of State in Amadijah:

We are deeply apologetic for the tone in the message sent by our ex-head of state. He tends to lose his temper in cases like this. At the moment, he is relegated only to command of military units. And we are keeping a close eye on him. If you would be willing to forgive this diplomatic blunder, we will repeal the declaration of war and the embargo. However, we must stress that we do not approve of your "cleansing" any more than General Grimmeberger does. And we will not be nearly so forgiving if this state of affairs continues. We ask that you stop, at the same time asking that we all put that mistake of a letter behind us.

Thank you,
Christopher Sover, Prime Minister of the Interim Government of the Fanboyist States
Stanley Neniven, Parliament Majority Leader, Moderate Socialist Party
Marshal Lucien Varricer, Chief of the Army
Grand Admiral Peter Sykes, Chief of the Navy
Major-Commander Mark Taylor, Chief of the Air Force
Richard Dreyson, Minister of Commerce
Gerald Morris, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Commander Rufus Torst, Chief of the Watch

To: Interim Minister of Foreign Affairs; Mr. Kennith G. Terrance
From: Field Marshal Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

Cooperation is welcome, and any who do not interfere with our business will be left to their business.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii

"Most certainly," said the General. "I understand that your government -- indeed, both of your governments (he indicated the Yanitarians) -- disapprove of national policies I have instituted, and my treatment of those who violate those laws?"

OOC: Weird, your post shows up before mine, even though I posted mine first.... this forum's timestamps are screwed up.

"Yes, we do disapprove," said Sheldon. "It is not right just to lock up people just because they're religious views differ from yours. Now, what your nation does with its people is your own business, as you are a sovereign nation, but that only extends to a point, and when you begin locking up whole populations, that point has been reached. Such acts are generally precursors to genocide, which is when you move beyond the point I mentioned before, although I am not insinuating that you would have done that, but it is generally how these things go."

From the Desk of the Prime Minister:

To the Head of State in Amadijah:

We are deeply apologetic for the tone in the message sent by our ex-head of state. He tends to lose his temper in cases like this. At the moment, he is relegated only to command of military units. And we are keeping a close eye on him. If you would be willing to forgive this diplomatic blunder, we will repeal the declaration of war and the embargo. However, we must stress that we do not approve of your "cleansing" any more than General Grimmeberger does. And we will not be nearly so forgiving if this state of affairs continues. We ask that you stop, at the same time asking that we all put that mistake of a letter behind us.

Thank you,
Christopher Sover, Prime Minister of the Interim Government of the Fanboyist States
Stanley Neniven, Parliament Majority Leader, Moderate Socialist Party
Marshal Lucien Varricer, Chief of the Army
Grand Admiral Peter Sykes, Chief of the Navy
Major-Commander Mark Taylor, Chief of the Air Force
Richard Dreyson, Minister of Commerce
Gerald Morris, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Commander Rufus Torst, Chief of the Watch

To Mr. Sover, Mr. Neniven, Marshal Varricer, et al.;

While unfortunately the General is unavailable to respond in person at the moment, he thanks you for your apology and especially the more civil tone in this missive, considering that a due apology itself. As for the subject of the cleansing, the General is currently engaged in negotiations with Beatusian and Yanitarian diplomats on that very topic; but he has confided that he does not expect it to be necessary for all too much longer, as attractive packages offered by foreign nations allow those who practice outlawed faiths or ideologies to simply depart with much less rancour than forced exilees and he is confident that those who remain will completely give up their degenerate philosophies.

signed,
Jorge Luis Sanchez, Senior Assistant to the General

"Yes, we do disapprove," said Sheldon. "It is not right just to lock up people just because they're religious views differ from yours. Now, what your nation does with its people is your own business, as you are a sovereign nation, but that only extends to a point, and when you begin locking up whole populations, that point has been reached. Such acts are generally precursors to genocide, which is when you move beyond the point I mentioned before, although I am not insinuating that you would have done that, but it is generally how these things go."

The General was silent for a moment. Then he allowed his penetrating voice to sound soft and gentle and solemn. "I fully see where you are coming from. In the past, surely, many regimes have attempted to fully exterminate threats, whereas I seek only to secure my own borders from them; by deporting them or by re-educating them into productive members of society. And for a side note, the re-education camps are not gulags nor are they death camps. Residents are treated well and simply must attend classes where they learn how to act decently and properly.

"But I ramble. The point is that I believe, like many Amadji, that decency is a thing to be safeguarded at all times; that tolerance and acceptance of degeneracy is akin to degeneracy itself." He paused as though to think. "That rights are earned, not granted by God; and that those who squander their rights no longer deserve them. I am aware that the Beatus, and Yanitaria, have very different views of society: I respect those views, as long as they do not force that society upon us, and in turn I will not force my own views upon them."

Once more he collected his thoughts. "I have allowed the refugees to depart this nation; I have even had them transported to airfields. As for those at re-education camps, their training has already started; I believe there is still hope for them, that they can give up their sinful ways and return to right thought. That is why I have not permitted their release yet. Time is essential in their retraining; if they choose to leave even after the retraining has been completed, I will not stop them."

OOC: Assume the Yanitarian diplomats introduced themselves as the following:

Doctor Abdul Nassir
Doctor Abd al-Qadir
Mohamed Boutella

And Pudu, don't be a dick that ruins RP's. I think everyone here would agree that pushing for war immediately detracts from the quality of the RP. Especially when it's so lopsided.

IC:

Citizen Boutella spoke.

"What we would like to know is how far are you taking this, and what could be done to allow you to be more tolerant. For instance, allowing people of multiple faiths to live peacefully in your nation?

"We would like to remind you that the height of Islamic supremacy was when people were allowed the freedom of religion in the years of 800-1100 Common Era."

The General was silent for a moment. Then he allowed his penetrating voice to sound soft and gentle and solemn. "I fully see where you are coming from. In the past, surely, many regimes have attempted to fully exterminate threats, whereas I seek only to secure my own borders from them; by deporting them or by re-educating them into productive members of society. And for a side note, the re-education camps are not gulags nor are they death camps. Residents are treated well and simply must attend classes where they learn how to act decently and properly.

"But I ramble. The point is that I believe, like many Amadji, that decency is a thing to be safeguarded at all times; that tolerance and acceptance of degeneracy is akin to degeneracy itself." He paused as though to think. "That rights are earned, not granted by God; and that those who squander their rights no longer deserve them. I am aware that the Beatus, and Yanitaria, have very different views of society: I respect those views, as long as they do not force that society upon us, and in turn I will not force my own views upon them."

Once more he collected his thoughts. "I have allowed the refugees to depart this nation; I have even had them transported to airfields. As for those at re-education camps, their training has already started; I believe there is still hope for them, that they can give up their sinful ways and return to right thought. That is why I have not permitted their release yet. Time is essential in their retraining; if they choose to leave even after the retraining has been completed, I will not stop them."

"Now, what happens if they fail this 're-education,' as you call it?" asked Sheldon.

The General sighed a little, sadly and wearily. "Then they will have to be... released." He paused again. "Most likely, asked to leave the country; but it varies from case to case."

He turned to Mohammed Boutella then. "My thanks to your esteemed self for the historical reminder. Already I have had cause to rethink my decree, at least as far as goes for peoples of the Book; the issue, however, was that many who followed those faiths failed to do so morally and properly, but instead subscribed to heretical and blasphemous ideas, or failed to worship God regularly at all. Many churches and synagogues were found to be increasingly empty. I had therefore inferred that Christianity and Judaism were lost causes as far as Amadjiah was concerned.

"But, if good and lawful citizens wish to follow the Bible or the Talmud, I would likely permit them to do so, and instead make illegal the behaviors which they exhibited -- belief in blasphemous pseudoscience, tolerance even towards atheists and homosexuals in a misguided spirit of 'Christian love', or any number of other aberrations."

Boutella smiled, and continued, "Islamic law, during the high ages, allowed for doubters and even people of other religions other than Christianity, Judaism, and Zarathustranism to peacefully live with each other, and communicate ideas regarding to science and astronomy.

"Furthermore, the prophet Isa said himself, 'And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.'"

Doctor al-Qadir interrupted enthusiastically, "This passage occures not only in the bible, but in the Qu'ran as well."

Doctor Nassir also spoke, "Would Allah feel proud of those who have slain or rejected his own creatures? That would be a sin against he himself. One must accept all of his creations as they are, as only he can show them whether they are right or wrong."

The General almost smiled himself. "I see that you are well trained in the arts of debate. But allow me to remind you of one matter.... the high age of Islam, when all these faiths flourished, was it not preceded by a darker age in which the leaders first came into power, and in which they purified society by ridding it of those who held heretical beliefs, or converting them? You see, in modern times our faith has been largely neglected and forgotten by a global tide of secularism and religious conflict; Christians who reject Muslims, Jews who reject both, atheists and so on. I have mentioned that I seek to purify society; indeed, several times. To rid it of these false beliefs. But why is that? Because now, with their faith uncertain, believers may be swayed by infidel ideas; they may forget the teachings of the Qu'ran, the Bible, they may even reject them. It would be the beginnings of chaos, decay, and anarchy, such as ruled the corrupt Emirate before I came to power.

"Once society is pure and faith is once more strong, I would see no reason to permit public discussion of degenerate ideas, and activities now banned -- prostitution, homosexuality, political bolshevism -- would become permissible, because I would be aware that they would no longer threaten those faithful. You see, I have at heart the best interests of my people, however contradictory it may seem to you of Western ideals; I...." and for once, it seemed, the General was at something of a loss for words, as he trailed off.

[Begin Transmission]
Thank you for your salute, we are ready to transport what we swear to lend to you. My commandos has broken the Government's radar facility a long time ago, so there is no need for any electrical jammer.

However you must agree on this statement: Don't tell anybody that is not have any right that this transaction ever happened. No One, except us and your trusted minions.

Signed,
Umar Al-Hadi

[End of the Transmission]

(This is a message, text, so there is no speech)

To Mr. Sover, Mr. Neniven, Marshal Varricer, et al.;

While unfortunately the General is unavailable to respond in person at the moment, he thanks you for your apology and especially the more civil tone in this missive, considering that a due apology itself. As for the subject of the cleansing, the General is currently engaged in negotiations with Beatusian and Yanitarian diplomats on that very topic; but he has confided that he does not expect it to be necessary for all too much longer, as attractive packages offered by foreign nations allow those who practice outlawed faiths or ideologies to simply depart with much less rancour than forced exilees and he is confident that those who remain will completely give up their degenerate philosophies.

signed,
Jorge Luis Sanchez, Senior Assistant to the General


Such an agreement would be acceptable to us. We thank you for your understanding for our circumstances and your willingness to forgive. We wish to inform you, also, that should there still be people who wish to emmigrate from your nation and who cannot find a home in another nation, we would be willing to accomedate them.

Yours sincerely,

Christopher Sover, Interim Prime Minister

Stanley Neniven, Parliamentary Majority Leader

The General almost smiled himself. "I see that you are well trained in the arts of debate. But allow me to remind you of one matter.... the high age of Islam, when all these faiths flourished, was it not preceded by a darker age in which the leaders first came into power, and in which they purified society by ridding it of those who held heretical beliefs, or converting them? You see, in modern times our faith has been largely neglected and forgotten by a global tide of secularism and religious conflict; Christians who reject Muslims, Jews who reject both, atheists and so on. I have mentioned that I seek to purify society; indeed, several times. To rid it of these false beliefs. But why is that? Because now, with their faith uncertain, believers may be swayed by infidel ideas; they may forget the teachings of the Qu'ran, the Bible, they may even reject them. It would be the beginnings of chaos, decay, and anarchy, such as ruled the corrupt Emirate before I came to power.

"Once society is pure and faith is once more strong, I would see no reason to permit public discussion of degenerate ideas, and activities now banned -- prostitution, homosexuality, political bolshevism -- would become permissible, because I would be aware that they would no longer threaten those faithful. You see, I have at heart the best interests of my people, however contradictory it may seem to you of Western ideals; I...." and for once, it seemed, the General was at something of a loss for words, as he trailed off.

Boutella, who was obviously the most charismatic responded. "In the 12th century, around 1110 CE when a popular Emir declared that numbers were the work of the devil. Religious overzealousness lead to the decline in Islamic Mathematics, and eventually to a decline in capitalism.

"And before that, before the golden age, it was the decision to allow foreigners the same freedoms to speak their minds in public that allowed muslims to gather books and mathematical concepts from around the world.

"And finally, during the golden age of Islam, and I quote from two history books, 'Many medieval Muslim thinkers pursued humanistic, rational and scientific discourses in their search for knowledge, meaning and values. A wide range of Islamic writings on love poetry, history and philosophical theology show that medieval Islamic thought was open to the humanistic ideas of individualism, occasional secularism, skepticism and liberalism.'"

OOC: Lenn Evan Goodman (2003), Islamic Humanism, p. 155, Oxford University Press, ISBN 0195135806.

Joel L. Kraemer (1992), Humanism in the Renaissance of Islam, Brill Publishers, ISBN 9004072594.

To: Government of Orbath
From: Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii, Commandant Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

We would like to formally request that you do not interfere in Pudite operations, military or otherwise. There is still a chance for peace. It is not our choice.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii

Message for Field Marshal General Daniil Velikii

The Federation of Visayan Peoples is a stalwart member of the Free Minds Alliance that has taken responsibility for looking for a peaceful solution to this genocide. The negotiations of Yanitaria and the Beatus are part of the Alliance's efforts to defuse this crisis without more bloodshed. Further, Shazbotdom and Orbath who have opposed your aggressive moves are also members of the FMA. Do not threaten us if we interfere with your operations for it is you who are interfering with ours and we are quite prepared to use force should you persist in jeopardizing our efforts.

BGen. "Ike" Insierto
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Federation Airfield

Insierto had barely been promoted to Brigadier by the President himself, so he could command the Birgade to be sent into Amadjiah when the stand-down order was given. The FMA had decided at the last minute to rely on negotiations so his troops wouldn't be landing in. The government thought it pointless to sneak in him and his boys if they weren't gonna be allowed to fight so it respected Amadjiah's protest against sending troops to the evacuation. Insierto had by now gotten used to politicains dithering to get mad. Regardless, he sent C-130s into Amadjian territory to evacuate their nationals. Escort or no escort they had to get their people out of there.

OOC: Sorry for being late in posting.

IC:

As they winded up the mountain path Aragasol troops could see the burned out wreckage of a small encampment. Unknown if it was a refugee settlement or a settlement of one of the many tribes in Amadjiah they did not know. But as Commander Asgeth looked through his binoculars what appeared to be a government patrol was about two clicks to the NE. Preparing his tanks and infantry men Commander Asgeth prepared for confrontation with his unit of what appeared to be Amadjiah forces.

To the south, another unit of Aragasol troops numbering 200 in infantry and about 20 engineers continue to head directly east across the border. They were assignment to blow up any supply lines of the Amadjiah army.

To Emirate of Amadjiah

From Aragasol Foreign Affairs;

We call on you to stop your persecution of all ethnic and religious minorities within your borders or more of our units will cross into Amadjiah and gain positions around known refugee 'reeducation' centers, where refugee's may be hiding and targetting military infrastruce to cripple your state and its genocidal aims.

Sov & Nen

To Mr. Sover and Mr. Neniven;

If you wish to further evacuate refugees, those who do not make it onto Free Minds Alliance transports will still seek homes. The landing strips on the Amadji side of the DMZ will remain open to foreign aircraft until all refugees have been evacuated.

signed,
Jorge Luis Sanchez, Senior Assistant to the General

Boutella!
OOC: Impressive, you're actually doing research. Pity the General's a fundamentalist nut :P

IC:

The General interrupted the recital. "No, no, sir, you misunderstand me. You see, I do not claim to seek the same glory as covered the Islamic empire in the Middle Ages; but I firmly believe that only once society is purged from the influences of heresy and immorality can those ideas ever be reintroduced safely. Obviously once the faith of the people is assured and strong, and unshaken by foreign ideals, they can seek to study whatever science and philosophy and theology they like, without their faith nor morality suffering from it. But I do not believe the Amadji have yet reached that point."

C-130s
Amadipolis airport was crowded out by a massive but fractured mob, forty-five thousand strong: the Visayan workers and their families, many of them taken from their homes by soldiers with little time to prepare, told it was the order of their home government. The tone in which the soldiers had said "home government" betrayed the respect, or lack thereof, they had for Visaya.

As each C-130 came to a halt, the soldiers counted off the exact number of people required and thrust groups forward, sometimes inadvertently separating families and friends. With each plane that departed the mob grew smaller, but the last to board had been waiting at the airport five or six hours already. This was blamed primarily on the Visayan government by airport officials, and vice versa.

Commander Asgeth

The moonscape was windswept and almost empty, ringed by high cliffs of impossible grandeur, the icy caps of distant mountains visible in the cold sunlight. The broad glacial plain stretched before the Aragasol troops, weirdly beautiful; dotted by shrubs and rocks, a few high outcroppings visible on both sides. And in the center, completely deserted: the half-burned and charred remains of a settlement. In the distance, visible even from here, two or three tanks; it was an Amadji military patrol, but it did not seem to have spotted the Aragasolians.

The soldiers approached the deserted settlement warily. The silence was complete; not a bird chirped, nor did the sparse yellow grass rustle as a sand-coloured snake wended away placidly. One soldier, perhaps a little braver than the rest, went first; he approached the settlement, keeping his assault rifle aimed before him, staring at the charred and blackened remains of buildings. The others made to follow him.

Then, he blew himself up. He disintegrated in a column of flame, as though he had never been there. Body parts were thrown twenty feet into the air, coming to earth in a bloody rain. Before they hit the ground the shrieking was audible.

It seemed to come from all sides of the mountains, but it started in front, from within the ruined settlement; the men who emerged, swarthy and painted in colours of war, were not regulars but members of one of the most warlike of tribes. They all wielded old rifles and short swords, but there was evidently a rocket launcher or two among the arsenal, as the first few explosions sent up tongues of flame, first among the men and then among the tanks.

Still shrieking, the warriors -- Alishim -- came in close, not relying on rifle shot at this range; the guns were used as clubs, and the swords entered combat: hacking, thrusting, slashing, slicing. Behind and above the melée small groups of riflemen, more experienced marksmen than their brethren, squeezed off shot after shot, a good headshot completely decapitating the victim. Every now and then there came the swish, shriek, boom of the rocket launchers as they fired upon the tanks and vehicles that accompanied the enemy group.

But the worst was the screaming. It was the terrifying yell of the banshee; and it alerted the Amadji soldiers to the situation. Before long they had analysed and concluded a rough version of the truth, and within the hour practically every military base along the eastern border was on alert.

The Nation of Scott Tree is sicken by what it has seen and our Navy is being sent in to the region a carrier group of four Ticonderoga class Cruisers, five Arleigh Burke class destroyers, six Oliver Hazard Perry class frigates and four Seawolf attack submarines are now in the region with one Nitiz Class Aircraft carrier. Economy can support the navy off the coast we are in the top 200 of the world fast growing economies in the world.

We would also like to speak to the leader of the country in hopes of finding a peaceful solution.

Seas off the coast of Amadjiah, Praetorian Naval Corps OPARR Fleets Four and Five
Lieutenant General Novik faced a trio of men. Physically, each of the four bore incredible resemblance, and when decked out in their combat armor, they would bear even less, but now, he difference was at least made obvious in their uniforms.

The Lieutenant General wore a dress uniform of dark grey, while his three Colonels each had combat fatigues on, with rank insignia visible only on the sleeve. Each stood well over six feet, and was well-muscled, in the style of the Praetorian Guard.

Arrayed between them was a small steel table, and a civilian topographic map of Amadjiah, supplemented with a number of satellite photos, where they were available.

"Colonels Miakotin, Miasnikovich, and Kozhevnik, you know why you're here, and I'll not tarry on the eve of our attack."

They all nodded, and he continued, "We have not a large force, as is evident to you, and so immediately, conventional fighting is beyond us."

Again, a chorus of agreement, and he went on, "Therefore, I would strike at that which has brought us down - their government. It is not the people who have invited us, though they will surely resist, their subjugation will prove nothing, even if we had the manpower to do so. And so, the capital is our priority."

He pointed to a city on the map marked with a star, with the key at the bottom reading national capital. Their intelligence was not excellent, but they would improvise.

"We will overthrow their leader, and install one more... favorable... to our directives," he paused, "we should not pause to fight every battle that presents itself. I can imagine a rebellious populace - similar to that encountered inside Chitzeland before the annexation or Pananab before the surrender - and even after. We will make haste to the capital."

Another round of nodding and confirmation, and he resumed his speech, "I'll have three battalions mounted at all times, they will serve as our column, and will press through any obstacle that presents itself. A fourth and fifth battalion will each move along the flanks, outside the main column, to clear the surrounding locales, while the final battalion will lead our march. They will keep the heavier armor and vehicles wit the main column, and rotate three companies of dismounted infantry to serve as forward skirmishers. They will be supplemented by the whole of the pathfinders from each regiment, that should suffice to clear our way against civilian insurgents or paramilitary fighters."

They were not the concern, however. The Praetorian force was small, if well-trained, and would not stand a battle of attrition. Lieutenant General Novik and his Colonels knew this, and he continued once more, "However, in the case of a real military opposition, the columns behind shall be employed as a battering ram. They will strike at the heart of the enemy’s formation, driving a great wedge betwixt them, and sunder their fortifications. Then, from our flanks, shall ride the battalions to the left and right, to rout those that remain, and keep our primary force from being surrounded."

"Where shall our men stand, General?" came the question.

"The battalions of our fleet, Colonel, shall make up the 'battering ram', while Lieutenant General Briukho's battalions will be our outlaying forces. I would ask that you brief your own company commanders on our formation, although there should not be much call for individual action on their part..."

"Of course, General." came the immediate reply from the Colonels.

Each gave a fast salute before retreating back to their own ships, and their own soldiers.

Overhead, on the ships and even above, the sailors and soldiers buzzed with a hidden excitement. A Praetorian Naval Corps fleet had not seen combat since the occupation of Galation, years ago. They needed the practice.

Vice Admiral Timofei Padenga smiled as he watched his first two-dozen fighters scream off the decks of his Emden-class light carriers. They were only to maintain aerial superiority over the fleet, but they were still objects of pride, and his went with them.

The battle would soon be joined.

OOC: Any IC communication hasn’t been ignored, just not responded to. Any OOC communication hasn’t been ignored, just not responded to.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Halsanki
Northern Rangeria

To Mr Kennith G. Terrance, Interim Minister of Foreign Affairs, Shazbotdom

Should the 2nd HAVOC Naval Battlegroup need any assistance in the evacuation process, the Principality of Northern Rangeria is prepared to launch a squadron of transport and support vessels from the 1st Navy, supported by the 3rd Coastal Jaeger Regiment (1,000-man strong) to help expedite the evacuation. The Regiment has received peacekeeper training.

We request an immediate answer.

On behalf of His Highness, Prince Mikhail IV, Dux Maximus, Lord of Northern Rangeria, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens,

Duke Stapani Aalthone
Minister of the Exterior

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
ENCRYPTED: LEVEL 1 CLEARANCE
We most likely won't need your assistance as we have the assistance of the Praetorian's. We do appreciate the gesture though and will consider it in the future.

To Mr. Kennith G. Terrance and to the government of Yanitaria;

Your proposal is acceptable. While the demilitarized zones have no airfields, the transportation aircraft may land at airfields in the nearby military bases; ORVs from the bases will transport the refugees to the airfields for removal from the nation. You may also land aircraft at the airfields outside Al 'Shakafka, to which the refugees will be transported.

As for the delegates, they may be transported to Amadipolis airport, where my envoys shall greet them.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
Dear General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
We do not need the people moved to an airbase of any kind. The special transportation aircraft that we are going to use is equipped to be able to initiate Vertial Take-off and Landing procedures. Also, a note, we will also be using some of the Shazbotdom Marine Corps as protection for this transfer of civilian refugees. You can expect 5 AC-01 Pelcians to be loaded up with Marines.

Each of those 5 Pelicans would hold 9 Marines and 1 SCS Marine. Of whom will create a perimiter defence around the Aircraft Landing Site (LZ). If these Marines are fired upon, it will be considered an act of war against the Shazbotdom Empire and the Empire will retaliate in any manner that we see fit, so I suggest that you keep your military a good distance away from the Marines. We wouldn't want any slip-ups to force your nation into a fight that it cannot win, would we?

The spyplanes were fairly quiet and the day was hazy. Even this high up the air temperature was in the double digits, Celsius; the planes' powerful sensor equipment could barely make out the approaching arid landscape where the sea ended. If one could see the imaginary lines marking the Amadji border, they would run almost along the beaches that became visible on either side of an ever narrowing inlet patrolled by small craft. At its widest the inlet was about a hundred miles across; at its narrowest, only twenty.

A million years ago a glacier had swept down almost to what is now the sea, and left in its path a hanging valley. When the ice age came to an end and the glacier retreated, a mighty river had formed, draining the hanging valley and descending over a waterfall into a broad and fertile plain ringed by mountains. But then the sea levels rose and the glaciers disappeared altogether. Now the fertile plain was underwater and the waterfall had become the sharp dropoff that marked Al 'Shakafka harbour.

The planes could make out large numbers of ships docked in the area; the largest probably did not exceed fifty thousand tonnes. The city was very large and marked by huge white tents enclosed by fences, on the outskirts; the refugee camps. The forests that stretched away to the north were almost temperate, with pines a hundred feet high; but to the south the vegetation was limited to shrubs and small undergrowth, the ground was sandy, and the air was polluted. Dividing the two halves was the Wadi Zakif, the once-mighty river; but its waters too were polluted, from the industrial waste of Amadipolis, constructed at the midpoint of the nation along the river's banks. Towards the eastern end of the country the terrain became mountainous and arid. Settlements were few and water scarce. In this region were the demilitarized zones, now occupied by thousands of refugees.

The spyplanes might catch sight of one of the more interesting occurrences in this area: the Aragasol "invasion".

The border between Amadjiah and Aragasol was so poorly defined as to be almost nonexistent. Most of the area between the two was uninhabited, mountainous, and inaccessible desert. The soldiers had taken a roundabout path up a dry riverbed through the most accessible mountain pass they could find; the demilitarized zones were to the southwest of this border, whereas continuing due west would lead them straight into the military bases on the Amadji side of the DMZ, and going north would take them into a sparsely populated (and heavily armed) region of the country dominated by small, warring clans.

(OOC: I'm doing an entire phonetic alphabetic with this post :D)

The BlackWatch squadron has finished its mission and headed back to Third Spanish States, in a wing formation at a high altitude, after getting out of Amadjiah air space, BlackWatch 1 contacted the 5th refueling again:
"5th refueling, this is BlackWatch squadron, prepare launch to meet us in the designated point AB204, Over"
After a while the answer came
"Acknowledged, proceeding to designated point for performing aerial refueling on Black Watch in 2 hours"
And thus they made their way back to Third Spanish States.

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Rescue Fleet, 200 kilometers from Amadjiah territorial sea

"Roberto Cazán, please proceed to the briefing room" the voice announced through the internal ship communicator. The soldier soon started to get down through the stairs until he reached a room with a projector and a computer. They were already wearing desert camouflage Type III light polymer armors

"Greetings everyone from the 4th Sea Blackguard! As you see, the Amadjiah Al 'Shakafka harbour is being heavily patrolled, as expected. However this give us two choices, to contour their country coast through north of that harbor, or to contour their country coast through south of it. There are some significant empty shores where we could offload our forces sneakily for this operations. However, a significant quantity of victims of oppression lie on that harbor, which gives us only one option if we don't want to give up on this: to infiltrate that city"

A display pointed the overall layout of the city and a suggested landing point for the fleet. "This is the overall plan those of you aware of the news already suggested, as you see, exactly several miles at the less patrolled south coast, we shall offload the Allende, Bakunin, Cortez, Dada, Emma, Ferrer and Greene fireteams, while a few miles ahead we shall offload Henry, Henry, Joseph and Kropotkin fireteams and finally Leroux, Makhno, Nestor, Orwell, Proudhon, Quincy, Rothbard, Stirner, Todd, Union, Voltairine, William, Xor, Yves, Zapata will land on this, far away from patrols point from where they shall give support to the smaller operations, each team must spread out before reaching the city to reduce detection chances."

"Not a bad idea", Cazán replied, "But what if instead of going straight through the city we simply sneaked in the refug... I mean, concentration camp and rescued them from there while the other teams positioned to distract them from a safe and tactically advantageous terrain, should it become necessary?"
"Cazán, this is a good suggestion. Everybody to your computers to vote on it!"
Soon the results were given, most have approved the plan.
The fleet started to turn its direction to south before even touching the territorial sea of Amadjiah, and it would take them more a couple of hours to arrive.

Amadipolis airport was crowded out by a massive but fractured mob, forty-five thousand strong...

Chairman Salazar digested the report from the seething Gen. Insierto. the old soldier could handle his own superior's indecision but the patriot in him was incensed over the treatment of his fellow Visayans. It took a an immense effort on the part of the Chairman to restrain his hotheaded subordinate from plunging into Amadjiah with his brigade. He was furious too but he would be dead before he sabotaged the negotiations. But the important thing was that each Visayan was accounted for as they were all safe in a Federation airfield. What remained was to reunite families and loved ones that were ripped apart by the Amadjis. Difficult but not impossible. However if they treated foreigners guaranteed safety by the Amadjiahn leader like this, Salazar could only wonder how the other 'undesirables' were faring.

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Federation of Visayan Peoples
Committee on Foreign Relations
505 Kamagayan St., Ubec City

Gen. Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth,

The Federation thanks you for granting safe passage for our citizens out of your country. The evacuation was not as smooth as we would have wished but we were able to extract our nationals nonetheless. However, we are concerned with the plight of the refugees in light of conditions on the ground that suggest many of them will not be able to find a way to safely make their way out of Amadjiah. Therefore, we request permission for the 22nd Airlift Wing to reenter Amadjiahn airspace to begin taking refugees to be repatriated to the Visayas. We will also send our navy to augment the FMA transports if you will grant us permission. Once again, we affirm your sovereignty and will not send armed ships and aircraft into your territory. Their armed escorts shall at all times maintain a respectful distance from Amadjiah. Lastly, to prevent the chaos of the previous evacuation, we will be sending a group of diplomats to link up with the Amadjiahn authorities.

Messrs. Sover and Neniven of the Fanboyists

Since we would be involving ourselves in this conflict for the same purpose-that is to evacuate refugees-we propose that our people on the ground link up and work together. We are sending Ambassadors Torres and Rakim to head our evac team. They shall approach you to establish some means of coordination. We await your response and hope it is a favorable one.

In solidarity,
(Sgd.)Roderick Salazar
Chairman, Committee on Foreign Affairs

OOC: May i Support my ally in this war?, i'll enter, :D, Visayan Federation, i'll honor our alliance!!.. :mp5:

Aragasolian troopers were shocked by the onslaught by the savage warlike tribesmen as they had to fight hand to hand with the frontline tribesmen as other tribesmen 'snipers' took pot shots that neutralized one or two soldiers heads and wounded and killed several more. However, the Aragasol commander was able to maintain a breaker point and his troops were able to fix bayonette and form two lines. The first line knealt and stabbed at the tribesmen that were using their weapons as clubs while the second line were able to counter act the 'snipers'.

After a good thirty minutes the tribesmen had been defeated with 30 tribesmen dead along with 17 Aragasolian troopers with another 56 soldiers suffering various wounds.

OOC: Aragasol, that's godmodding. You aren't allow to tell anyone how many of his soldiers died. They are supposed to tell you how many of their men died.

Lt. Dicen looked out of the flight deck of Scott Tree's newest Aircraft Carrier U.S.S.T. Burrell and could see the armada around him. The Oliver Perry frigates with there pave hawk helicopters aided under the water some where by Seawolf attack subs looking for submarines as the Ticonderoga class Cruisers and the Arleigh Burke class destroyers provide a ring of protection form service threats for the carrier group. Looking up to see the P-3 Orion planes being refueled by the brand new 777 refueler tankers as F-18 super Hornet flew toward the sky as he stood standing next to two F-35 parked next to him. “What a mess he said that this fleet was sent here to protect our interest in this 3rd world nightmare” as he talked to Capt Snow. “ You know the big wigs if one thing threatens the economy they get worried the raw materials that come out of here” “YA” replied Dicen “hay man I was just saying” “I don’t want to talk lets go to the mess hall”. The two of the opened the hatch way and went inside.

Up on the bridge it was a different story the reports of navy mobilizing had Capt Winston command of the Burrell worried. Scott Tree may be one of the most economically powerful nations in the world and have one of the best first world fleets money can buy but he was only one carrier. He had the advantage this country was broke and fighting back home in Scott Tree a massive country they had cities with skyscrapers and suburban house and one of the world’s largest middle class in the world backing his pay. As he left the bridge heading toward operations he took one more look out of the sea before sideling down in to the massive ship. In operation the Rear Admiral Ernst was look at the incoming data from the remote control planes and satellites placed over the country. The Capt. entered operation “any new developments” ask the Capt to the admiral “yes the MQ-9 Reaper planes have seen some massive horror all captured on film”. “We are not going to actually fight are we” ask Winston “no we are here to look after our interest and use the satellites and drones to monitor the problem and when we have permission from the government to send a representative in an attempt to end the genocide”. The admiral looked up and said lets do this open a comm channel and ask permission for a helicopter with our rep to have a meet to reach a peaceful solution to this”.

Seas off the coast of Amadjiah, Praetorian Naval Corps OPARR Fleets Four and Five
The pair of fleets had crossed into Amadji territorial waters a few minutes before, and were now steaming forward, bound for the shores. They were close now, and beneath the decks of the large amphibious assault ships at the center of the fleet, the men had already begun to load.

There were six-thousand soldiers, one-hundred Mekhev-II main battle tanks, as well as roughly one-thousand armored personnel carriers, and a few hundred artillery and light vehicles. The advance landing companies were loading into the fleet's large LCACs. Above them, soldiers were going through similar preparations to board the fleet's series of naval transport helicopters.

Already in the air, the Praetorian pilots were remaining tight over the fleet, with thirty of the F-63K Tengry fighters obeying their nearly reflexive commands. Slowly, a small fleet of helicopter gunships, as well as a pair of ASW helicopters, was taking to the air, to be followed by thirty-two of the helicopter transports.

A small stretch of pebble beach had been identified as a probable landing zone, specifically, it's appeal as an area outside of any of the major population centers meant there would be only light civilian and paramilitary interference, as the march began.
The first boots to hit the ground would be the eight-hundred helicopter-borne soldiers. The gunships would remain to provide over-watch as they established a beachhead, and as soon as the first thirty-two helicopters turned around, the second thirty-two helicopters lifted off from the decks of the second amphibious fleet. These helicopters, however, were not carrying uniquely soldiers. A dozen light artillery pieces, and a small stock of ammunition would follow them. This second wave would increase the beach-force to twelve-hundred, and twelve artillery pieces.

Vice Admiral Padenga stood watching, as he often did, as his first wave of helicopters rode off into the early-morning mist forming along the sea-coast. He could do little but watch, in fact. He had chosen to restrain bombardment, largely because it would serve to do little other than dislodge some nature, but also because, even while doing nothing to make the landings easier, it would help to identify the location of the beachhead, and make the landings and push inland even harder.

And so he watched. The coast was not yet in sight yet, they were barely inside the territorial waters of Amadijah, and had miles yet to go. Only then would the bowels of the amphibious fleet be emptied, as the first Praetorian amphibious operation since Galation began.

There had been no resistance then, but only because the archipelago had been blanketed by nuclear attack by Pudite allies before the occupation. Now, it served as a major foreign Praetorian instillation, as well as the training ground of the Imperial Janissary Corps of Mr. White - a force the Praetorian officers were specifically resisting by embarking on this operation for themselves...

This time, however, they would be prepared for more resistance than the last operation. Although the landing was expected to be unopposed, after that, there were no assumptions.

It had begun.

IC:

The General interrupted the recital. "No, no, sir, you misunderstand me. You see, I do not claim to seek the same glory as covered the Islamic empire in the Middle Ages; but I firmly believe that only once society is purged from the influences of heresy and immorality can those ideas ever be reintroduced safely. Obviously once the faith of the people is assured and strong, and unshaken by foreign ideals, they can seek to study whatever science and philosophy and theology they like, without their faith nor morality suffering from it. But I do not believe the Amadji have yet reached that point."

"Why do you not wish atheists in your nation?" asked Sheldon.

TOP SECRET MESSAGE FROM TSRT GOVERNMENT
TO FIELD MARSHAL GENERAL DANIIL VELIKII
"The Totalitarian State have noted, with some concern, that you plan on invading the nation of Amadjiah. Our concern is derived from the fact we have interests in the country... namely, oil interests*.

Now, rather then attempting to divert you from your attempted course, we would rather request permission that you let us drop four airborne divisions into the two largest oil fields in Amadijah in order to prevent their destruction.

We would also like assurances that after the invasion, any government you set up will be amiable when it comes to oil purchases. That is all we request of you, and all we want."
End Message

OOC: *Is this okay Amadijah? My nation imports ALOT of oil and it only makes sense that it would have some interests in the area.

To whom it may concern;

I thank you for your concern, but seeing as your nation openly subscribes to, and forces upon its citizens, the degenerate philosophies of atheism -- a worse sin than any other faith, as it denies even basic morality -- and socialism, which has ruined thriving and productive societies by creating systems of forced equality and lowering the true faith to but another "belief system"; I am hardly surprised that you fail to see what the impure have done wrong.

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How very naive of you.

We force nothing upon our citizens - this may be a novel concept to you. Barronian citizens have free choice of religion - the government, and thereby the country, is officialy atheist. The fact that you have an official religion is of no concern to us - the fact that you brainwash your citizens to follow it is. One does not require a magical sky-faerie to be moral - but one can use a magical sky-faerie to be immoral, as you so obviously show.

Your inability to understand socialism is to your detriment. Our nation is thriving; it is productive. The fact that we have decided to secure the future of all of our citizens by refusing market entry to areas that are essential to the operation of a nation is something we should be congratulated for. But we will not bandy words about economics with you of all people - you are hardly deserving of this message, let alone a debate.

We also announce that we are fully behind the Pudian aggression against your nation. In the unlikely event that the Pudian forces need any form of assistance, logistical, attacking or otherwise, we stand ready.

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To All Governments wishing to invade Amadijah:

Please do not harm the Yanitarian Diplomats or Yanitarian C-130 cargo transports escorting civilians out of the nation. We obviously can not stop you

Diplomatic Meeting:

Boutella received a phone call, and immediately answered it.

He nodded to the two others. "We must cut this meeting short. Enemy fleets have landed on your shores and our government wants no part in this war. Is it acceptable for a C-130 transport to land here and pick us up?"

OOC: Red Tide. Mad respect for actually asking. Shows that you are as good an RPer as I had heard.

To: TSRT Government
From: Feild Marshal Daniil Velikii, Praetorian Guard Information Processing Center

The Dominion of Emperor Pudu remembers a time in the distant past, a time when Pudite and Tidean soldiers fought alongside one another once before in a dry land, eager for oil and land. If today, you wish to secure oil fields for yourself, and agree to do no else, then the Praetorian Guard sees no reason to deny you.

Good day,
Field Marshal Velikii


OOC: Waiting for Amadijah to determine resistance to landings, or my sailing through his ocean...

The South Lizasaurian Blockade entered British Londinium waters cutting off all trade. The South Lizasaurians held their ground, and readied themselves to stave off any BL vessels that got too close.


To Free Minds Members:

I have blockaded British Londinium as per Article Two of the Free Minds Charter. Requesting any help that you can send.

-Commodore Pilkington of the South Lizasaurian navy

The South Lizasaurian Blockade entered British Londinium waters cutting off all trade. The South Lizasaurians held their ground, staving off any BL vessels that got too close.


To Free Minds Members:

I have blockaded British Londinium as per Article Two section 2 of the Free Minds Charter. Requesting any help that you can send.

-Commodore Pilkington of the South Lizasaurian navy

OOC: Congrats... you've committed an aggressive act-of-war.

(not to mention that 'staving off any BL vessels that got too close' part can be interpreted as godmoddish.

OOC: Congrats... you've committed an aggressive act-of-war.

OOC: He was supporting enemies of the Free Minds Alliance, as a member I had to act. :cool:

OOC: He was supporting enemies of the Free Minds Alliance, as a member I had to act. :cool:

OOC: And now he'll blow you out of the water...

OOC: And now he'll blow you out of the water...

OOC: He had recently had the snot nuked out of him, it'll be amazing if his nation can ICly put together a small fleet of destroyers. Nations who were nuked to that extent are ruined economically and militarily.

VTOL
To Mr. Kennith G. Terrance;

We cannot permit armed Marines to set foot upon Amadji land. To do so would be to commit an act of war against Amadjiah itself. Unless the Marines leave their weapons behind upon their transports and bear only nonlethal weapons onto the LZ, their safety cannot be guaranteed. The refugees shall be transported to the landing zone by AGF soldiers.



fleet
The Amadji Navy was far from blind to the several fleets converging on its waters. But it knew that it had a geographical advantage. Rather than going forth to engage the enemy ships with its own inferior numbers, it had simply mined the furthest point of the inlet that was Amadjiah's only opening to the sea. Beyond the invisible but potent minefield there awaited the cruisers, destroyers, frigates, cutters, gunboats and submarines. Backing them up would be land-based missile and gun batteries and a variety of aircraft.

The TSS fleet, being based around stealth, was the lowest-profile of the fleets; and indeed, the Amadji were far more concerned with the Pudite ships. Very little information had been gathered on the TSS fleet, apart from the observation that a fleet existed; it was still too far away to be of concern, anyway.

Airlift!
To Sgd. Salazar;

That is permissible. The locations of the demilitarized zones and refugee camps are already public knowledge, and airbases are still accepting landings from foreign nations for the next twelve hours.

The Battle of the East
The thirsty mountainscape had had its first taste of blood. But it was far from the first or last blood to be spilled into its icy dust; and if the stars were right, more blood would it absorb this very day. Soldiers all along the ill-defined but heavily fortified border were on alert; tanks and artillery were already set up, and all that remained was to pinpoint the locations of the interlopers. It was uncertain what exactly the Aragasolians sought; they did not head towards the demilitarized zones to liberate refugees, and the DMZ were emptying out anyway, whereas the "re-education camps" were nowhere near the border.

The locations of two separate groups of invaders were espied by reconnaissance aircraft, deployed from the sole airbase in the mountainous region, set in a massive open bedrock field just below the peak of Nashir ub Ano. One group, heading down a dry riverbed, would pass close enough to a small military base that it could be intercepted without too much trouble. The other group was the group we have already seen; bitten, but lightly, by greedy tribesmen. They in turn are under surveillance by a small troop of Amadji regulars, which has made no move yet only because it is outnumbered about fifteen to one. By the closest path, the nearest military base to that troop is only two kilometers.

Fleet number two
The Pudite fleet was not exactly going to get into Amadjiah unopposed. Now standing against it, in a widely distributed but potent mass, was the bulk of the Amadji Naval Forces. As soon as the fleet crossed into Amadji waters, it fell at risk to minefields -- as already described -- and the old but reliable and functional vessels whose missiles and guns were trained upon the invaders.

Into the air already was a squadron of Amadji fighters, crewed by highly trained but only moderately loyal pilots; dozens of the aircraft growled into the air as red alerts flashed across airfields. Armed with missiles, bombs, and machine-guns, the fighters advanced to engage the enemy, firing weapons as they banked and sailed through the skies as an evening-dance of migrating geese. A second squadron, meanwhile, emerged from hangars at a different airbase, preparing to take off should the first squadron be defeated.

On land, while nobody knew exactly where the enemy would attempt a landing, armies were briefed and prepared to stand guard at a few key locations that, to advance into the nation proper, the Pudites would have to pass. These were within "The Bottleneck", the six-kilometer-wide by fifty-kilometer-long strip of land that enclosed in its entirety the Shakaf Inlet, Amadjiah's only opening to the sea. Deployment would take quite some time, of course; but the Amadji assumed that it would be quite some time before the Pudites could get far enough past the ANF to land their troops.

Leaving :(

"That is fine," the General said with a sigh. "It appears our discussion has been in vain. I have other matters to attend to, now."

He too quitted the room along with his associate. For now there remained to the General the prosecution of a war.

OOC: Emporer Pudu, while I don't condemn gender mixups, I do wonder that my national waters became so large that in one post you're a thousand miles away and in the next, you've just crossed 'em. Resistance, well, I'm not sure exactly how many ships I have or of what types, but they're in there so you can expect them to do whatever warships do when they're threatened. (I probably should have done more research on the subject of modern warfare, but well... that's life. ;))

To South Lizsauria:

We must regretfully tell you that we have no Fleets to spare. Carrier Group 3 is the only Fleet left in Yanitarian waters at the time, and must stay to protect our coasts and provide the muscle that the Coast Guard lacks.

The C-130 landed, and the diplomats were beckoned forward. A marine handed him a paper, and pointed to the crate on a dolly. The crate, which had printed on the side "Fabrique en Yanitaria", was pulled partially out of the plane, and the Chevalier parked right behind it, so that it was aligned with the crate and plane. Boutella called an guard from the airport, and asked him to fetch the general.

He smiled and said "We have a present for him that he'd love very much, and I would like to present it to him and explain it's operation personally."

OOC: Emporer Pudu, while I don't condemn gender mixups, I do wonder that my national waters became so large that in one post you're a thousand miles away and in the next, you've just crossed 'em. Resistance, well, I'm not sure exactly how many ships I have or of what types, but they're in there so you can expect them to do whatever warships do when they're threatened. (I probably should have done more research on the subject of modern warfare, but well... that's life. ;))

OOC: I made a pair of posts while I was very far away, then a little closer, but you weren't taking any action throughout, which is why I went slowly (it being an un-planned thing). Anyway, we know what's happening now.

Do you have a map, even if it's just six lines in MSPaint with some names? Anything helps.

Crate

The guard said impassively, "Well, thank you very much sir, but our security policy prevents anything from going directly to the General. See, it's like this, anything that comes into the country has to go through security even if it's the General's personal luggage, that's just the way it works, sir."

Map?

OOC: I don't have a map, no; this computer doesn't have MS Paint (it being a Mac), and I'm a few score miles from my scanner. I may try my hand at some ascii art though:

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Ok, that sucked, but it sort of gives you an idea.

Boutella frowned and said, "Well, I can have it unloaded and placed out for you to inspect, but I would like to present these weapons to him personally. After all, he seems like a nice enough sort."

A marine pulled down a part of the side of the crate, revealing hay, and a lot of AY-112 4th Generation Assault Rifles. The Chevalier attached it's tow hook to the front of the crate, and the marine put the side back on the crate with a nail gun.

The truck pulled the box totally out of the way.

Sheldon looked around, he was now completely alone in the room. "Hello?" he called. He was insulted that everyone had just left him there, with out even a goodbye. "If your going to throw me out, at least show me the way out. Wait, are you keeping me as a prisoner or something? You can't hold me here, eventually I could find my way out of this place."

Sheldon looked around, he was now completely alone in the room. "Hello?" he called. He was insulted that everyone had just left him there, with out even a goodbye. "If your going to throw me out, at least show me the way out. Wait, are you keeping me as a prisoner or something? You can't hold me here, eventually I could find my way out of this place."

ooc: LMAO WIN!

OOC: Oh, whoops. XD Assume your guy was escorted out by a random attaché type person at the same time as the Yanitarians left.

IC:

The guard stared and murmured, "Hmmm, this is highly unusual. Arms shipments have to be approved by the Authority in advance, sir. Have you submitted a shipment request?"

After being tossed out of the building by the Amadjiah goons, Sheldon took out his satellite phone, and called the capital. After talking on the phone a while, he put the phone away, called a cab, and returned to his plane.

OOC: Oh, whoops. XD Assume your guy was escorted out by a random attaché type person at the same time as the Yanitarians left.

IC:

The guard stared and murmured, "Hmmm, this is highly unusual. Arms shipments have to be approved by the Authority in advance, sir. Have you submitted a shipment request?"

"Ahh, well that's the thing." Boutella placed a hand on the guards soldier, and sighed in a manner than suggested great difficulty, "We can't give you these weapons. That would violate several treaties. But there is one over there, gold inlaid that is a personal present from President Baudoin to the good General. So if you could just fetch him, I could present him with the weapon, and we could leave the crate here, and you could just 'find it'. Totally coincidental, you see."

OOC: Ok, that is about the most extreme thing anyone's ever done when I asked for a map... Thumbs up?


Amadjiah Territorial Waters, Shakaf Inlet, Pudite 4th and 5th OPARR Fleets
Vice Admiral Padenga reviewed the screen, watching as the tiny colored lights on his end of the screen moved slowly across. Explaining, the officer sitting before him said, "Sir, our radar has picked up a foreign fleet moving into the bay - directly ahead."

"How many - and of what?" he said, staring intently at the tiny lights, as if they were the ones he was speaking to,

"Sir, there are at least as many ships out there as in our fleet, but they appear of older make."

"Capital ships?"

"Looks like there might be a few, sir, although we cannot determine if they have any carriers..."

"Good. Aircraft?"

"Yes sir, our squadrons in the sky have been alerted and are preparing to engage now, and our fighters not yet up are launching. We'll have sixty planes up inside five minutes."

The Admiral stood back up, striding back to the center of his bridge, "I don't intend to try and force the strait. We'll engage their fleet - but a gunfight would be unwise with only the Pride and the Wrath. Have the Lionfish prepare to engage with VLS, hold the rest of the fleet's salvo in reserve, and be careful to stay outside of cannon range."

"Targets sir?"

"Knock 'em off, biggest to smallest. Keep the Adari prepared to repel aircraft, otherwise, prioritize targets for Lionfish first, then for the rest of us."

"Yes sir."

There was a crackle of radio and the rapid tapping of keys being rapidly manipulated, as the order rippled out of the bridge of the battleship to the entirety of the fleet. A moment later, the order came:

"Give them the first volley..."

Meanwhile, a few thousand feet above, one of the last things the Pudite fighter pilots saw as they roared out over the sea was the great billowing clouds of smoke erupting from the twenty-four Lionfish-class frigates as just over two-thousand and three-hundred TD-ASM-1 anti-ship missiles propelled themselves up and over the fleet - bound for the largest of the Amadji cruisers and other assorted warships.

However, those would not be the last of the casualties here. The thirty pilots who had been in the air when the enemy fighters were detected were now making radar contact with the foreign craft, preparing a lock for their medium-ranged missiles.

Captain Danilo Konoval was a pilot - specifically, a Pudite fighter pilot. His F-63 Tengry fighter was even now confirming his lock on what appeared to him as a little red outline of a fighter jet on his screen. That was all he knew about the man who he was preparing to engage. He had never seen him, or his plane. He had never heard of the country he was from, but that didn't matter. He wanted that man dead. He was Pudite. He was Praetorian.

Captain Konoval flipped a single switch, and beneath his seat, he knew a door had just opened up, depositing a single missile into the atmosphere. That missile then proceeded to launch forward, guided by its radar guidance system, towards whomever the man he had just attacked actually was. Soon, he hoped, that man would be dead.

Even as Konoval's missile dropped and launched, the enemy's ordinance was picked up on radar. A storm of missiles was detected moving rapidly towards the advancing Pudite fighters. Konoval, like his comrades beside him, knew exactly what to do.

As the missiles neared, the first line of defense hummed gently into action. A small pod at the rear of each plane emitted a radar pulse, matched as closely as possible to the radar frequency guiding the enemy missiles. It would disable their guidance, and they would proceed to speed off into nowhere, fall out of the sky, or even simply explode where they were at the time.

Following the radar jammer, the ubiquitous chaff and flares were thrown, either further baffling the onrushing radar guided missiles, or - if the enemies missiles were not radar-guided at all - or distracting the thermal-guided weapons.

No matter what countermeasures were taken, there was always a certain degree of fatality; there was no way around it. Seconds after the missiles were detected, the aircraft and the missile swarm collided, and of those missiles that remained, the result was often explosive. However, there was yet one weapon left unused. As the foreign missiles closed, small pods on the wings of the aircraft emitted concentrated microwave blasts, destroying the wiring and delicate electronics of the weapons. For those missiles that were hit, the result was a twenty-thousand foot fall into the sea...

Unfortunately, they were followed seconds later by the wreckage of four aircraft - once worth more than one-hundred and fifty million dollars - now worth nothing.

The battle had been joined, truly.

Sheldon found his plane, as he had left it, and re-fueled. He had no problem getting of the ground and began heading toward the carrier he had left. As he watched the coast disappear below him he saw activity in the direction of the carrier. As he neared he saw it was a battle. It was large, and if he attempted to go around it he would not have enough fuel to reach the carrier. He had no choice but to hope that neither side would fire upon a plane bearing the markings of the Beatusian Navy. He was however not sure about being in a fighter plane, even if it was an outdated propeller aircraft.

OOC: You, don't need my help? :p...

OOC:

To Philipiniada That would be most welcome i suggest you sign up for the Free Minds ALliance if you haven't already here:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=546840

IC:

The South Lizasaurian Blockade entered British Londinium waters cutting off all trade. The South Lizasaurians held their ground, and readied themselves to stave off any BL vessels that got too close.


To Free Minds Members:

I have blockaded British Londinium as per Article Two of the Free Minds Charter. Requesting any help that you can send.

-Commodore Pilkington of the South Lizasaurian navy

The Federation can send the 8th Fleet commanded by Rear Admiral Theodore Torres to help. It will have 3 carriers, 4 battleships, 9 cruisers, 10 destroyers and the 2nd Marine Rapid Deployment Force. They have been dispatched to assist you but it will take time for them to arrive as we have to gather its scattered ships.

Adm. William Hotchkiss
Flag Officer, Federation Navy
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The flyboys of the 22nd Arlift Wing were getting tired but they were ordered to return to Amadjiah to take in refugees fleeing the genocide. they also had two very important passengers with them. Ambassador Patrick Torres was a thin good-natured diplomat sent to somehow prevent the previous evacuation's chaos. with him was his good friend Yusuf Rakim, a member of the Muslim Orom minority and the grandson of a clan chieftain. He didn't look too intimidating but a lot of fools stupid enough to besmirch the honor of the Rakim's found this to be a mistake. the flight back was swift as the pilots had gotten used to the route thanks to their frequent crisscrossing into the country. a few hours after Torres boarded a C130, he was in a refugee camp setting up his teams command post and looking for the person in charge, if there was one.

To Mr. Kennith G. Terrance;

We cannot permit armed Marines to set foot upon Amadji land. To do so would be to commit an act of war against Amadjiah itself. Unless the Marines leave their weapons behind upon their transports and bear only nonlethal weapons onto the LZ, their safety cannot be guaranteed. The refugees shall be transported to the landing zone by AGF soldiers.

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
Dear General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
I appreciate your concern but they will be carrying the standard XR-01, XR-02 and XR-03 weaponry from the Shazbotdom Marine Corps, but we will have non-lethal rubber bullets inside the weaponry. Although if they are threatened, they will open up on any militaristic crowd with the non lethal bullets, and if that has no effect, they will switch to lethal bullets but fire at the persons limbs and not ther chest.

Rescue fleet, Approaching the coast of Amadjiah

Rather than going further through the inlet to reach the city of Al 'Shakafka, the fleet landed on a nearby deserted shore, far away from it, and offloaded 20 low profile Hacha Infantry Fighting Vehicles to transport the 104 Blackguards of 26 different teams, and later almost a hundred of refugees through the rest of the travel back to the small fleet. The conflict with a much larger force raging further ahead would probably keep them too occupied to care about a much smaller force sneaking through their borders to rescue a bunch of victims of the genocide and only engage if attacked first. The vehicles with camo netting and specifically made desert camo paint couldn't pass 60 kilometers per hour in the off-road route they were taking, thus it would take them a few more hours to reach the city of Al 'Shakafka. Also they would stop on half of their travel to wait for the night to come.

TO: The Muslim Supremacist State of Amadjiah
FROM: The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs

It has come to our attention that your government has been forcing members of society into your faith. The Qur'an states that this is not allowable, showing that you are indeed a bunch of hipocrites. We at the Grand World Order are religiously neutral, allowing anyone to practice whatever faith they wish, as long as it does not involve the killing or torture of any animals, including humans.

While we do not support your religious intolerance, we fully support your oppression of the Leftists. Anarchists are proven scum, and hundreds of millions, possibly billions, have died because of them. Most other Leftists are anti-economy and can ruin a nation just as easily as an anarchist.

That being said, we will NOT deploy any forces, as you are allowing them to take refuge, and you are allowing them to live. We also, as said before, congratulate you in eradicating the Left within your nation.

In the operations center of the Burrell “Admiral with the increase of violence the president has sent 3 more carrier groups” The Admiral just gave a big breath of relief. “Lets see who join us here ensign Naira name the carrier groups” she smiled as see read “the three groups are the Steel Guarding, North Star, and the Gateway” Admiral Ernst looked up and said “the Gateway and the North Star have six of the new Littoral Combat Ship’s that are replaceing the old Oliver Perry class” “yes sir” said ensign Naira “and they aslo have 4 new Virginia Class subs” said the Admiral “yes sir” said ensign Naira “Good give me a break down of the fleet” asked the Admiral “yes Sir, we have four Nimitz class carriers, 16 Ticonderoga Cruisers, 20 Arleigh Burke Destroyers, 12 Oliver Hazard Perry Frigates, 12 Littoral Combat Ships, 8 Seawolf Attack subs and, 8 Virginia Class Subs” the Admiral looked up and said “Very good”. Lt Burke looked up and said “Sir the Air Force has also succeed in finding an unoccupied island that is out side the territorial waters of the country it is 3 miles long and 2.5 miles wide with a smaller island 2.5 miles long and 1.5 miles wide.” Ernst asked “What are the doing with it” Burke replied “they have built a runway and are landing F-22’s and E-767 AWACS, putting up PAC-3 air defense missiles with MES upgrades, with An/MPQ-65 Radar Sets, ran by AN/MSQ-104 Control Station’s, OE-349 Antenna Mast, EPP-III Power Plant and M901 Launchers”. Then Ernst asked “what do they have against sea threats” “they have land based Harpoon based missiles of the AGM-84K and SLAM-ER ATA variants.” The Admiral got Capt. Winston on the comm. And said “Move the fleet to this island we center our operation near the island”

Message from Scott Tree
To: All Opposing Parties
To all in this region Scott Tree wants to find a peaceful solution to this problem. We wish to send a delegate to end the problems of this region and a place to meet and talk to all opposing parties. For peace talks to take place and hopefully end the blood shed.

The Admiral asked if the MQ-9 Reapers were watching the defense zone around the islands also that the navy trumpet spy satellites we watching all the navy ships in the area. The Air Forces Mercury spy satellites we also watching. Mean while up on the bridge the Capt. Noticed a lager island then he was looking to find a third island was a part of the chain a impressive 5 mile long island with a width of 4.2 miles wide look liked the army had set up base on and had made it its headquarters it was on the eastern side of the two smaller island were the air force had set up. They were landing KC-777 refueler aircraft and C-130 J models and V-22 Ospreys so they could fly in to the region to bring refuges to the island and out of this place. They will be put on C-17 to take them out of the combat zone to refuges centers set up by Scott Tree. Also six Wasp Class LHA-6 variants were brought in to help get the refuges out of the country they have 12 V-22, 10 F-35 B’s, 4 CH-53K, 8 AH-64 Apache Long Bows all bock III design, and 4 SH-60R Seahawks the ships are perfect to get refugees out of the area.
Scott Tree To All Fighting in this region:
We are not here to fight but we can defend ourselves we just want to get the refugees out of the region we not fire on any other army or nation unless fired on first.

A wee little trade deal!
The guard was not as stupid as he looked, and he understood exactly what Boutella meant although outwardly he affected puzzlement. "Oh, well, in that case, I'll let him know."

The guard made a phone call. "He'll be here in about fifteen minutes, sir."

And indeed, the General did arrive within a quarter of an hour, in a private car, with curiously ample room in behind. He emerged from the passenger seat and came towards the Yanitarian.

Fleet

OOC: So wait.... you have a frigate (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d0/HMAS_Darwin_%28FFG_04%29.jpg/800px-HMAS_Darwin_%28FFG_04%29.jpg) that can fire 96 missiles? Must be at least slightly misclassified then, or they're pretty small missiles. Well, granted.

IC:
The scene in the air had degenerated into a large and disorganised dogfight, marked by explosions and the chatter of gunfire. As the Amadji fighters closed to visual range, the missiles approached them and they responded swiftly with evasion, electronic countermeasures, and decoys to draw off the twenty-first century's answer to the arrow. Four of the enemy's fighters had fallen; due to their concentration and number, the Amadji could not expect such low casualties and so seven of the aircraft were reduced to smoking heaps of scrap metal.

But now beyond-visual-range missiles became irrelevant as the Amadji took the initiative, opening up with short-range missiles and their machine guns. As they battled in three dimensions, the Amadji fighters broke into pairs to showcase daring tandem maneuvers, striking from odd angles, revealing a wealth of simple but effective tactics to draw enemy planes into their fire, and to destruction. Each individual tactic was successful perhaps two or three times before the enemy fighters caught on and learned the equally simple means to avoid the traps; and besides, they had one more thing on their side. Namely, the enormous number of missiles now fast approaching the arrayed warships of the Amadji Navy.

At first, the Amadji fighters mistook these for a second wave of enemy aircraft; by the time that it became clear that they could be no such thing, the planes had already cast scores of air-to-air missiles upon the rainbow of fire forming a beautiful display through the cloudless sky. Now depleted, the vast majority of the fighters simply turned and fled for airbases, not wishing to fight on to their deaths when they could remain alive for better pay. Only a few hardy souls remained on to fight against the opposing aircraft until driven to last desperate kamikaze missions against the insufficiently armed troop transports down below.

Meanwhile, the Navy was in chaos. A massive wave of missiles swept towards them; at least forty to each ship. Practically every measure available to the captains was used. Electronic jamming, to throw the missiles off course; use of anti-air missiles with cluster bursts, to destroy several missiles at a time; finally it fell to the small guns of the ships to cut down missiles even as they entered terminal stage and prepared to meet their mark within the vessels. It was a remarkably good show for a first encounter; but five ships were sunk, another three or four badly damaged and with eight suffering light damage.

Now there was a momentary pause. While all this had been going on, Fleet Command had done some analysis. (OOC: I'm not much of an electronics person, so bear with me.) It had paid close attention the radar systems of the enemy ships; and it had recorded the limits of their air and sea search systems. For between the two there is an ever narrowing dead zone which is not covered by radar; while almost null close to the fleet, it is sufficiently large when far from the fleet as to be invisible. Most intelligent fleet commanders use a secondary detection system to cover this dead zone, and indeed the Pudites had an assortment of visible equipment, probably for that very purpose. And the radar systems of frigates, corvettes and smaller ships cover at least part of the dead zone.

But here the beauty of the flightpath came in. It remained under the air search ceiling throughout, and only entered the sea search range when extremely close to the ships; more so, the missiles Fleet Command intended to use were painted with materials capable of absorbing light, making laser detection useless, and gave off little heat (especially as compared with the exceptionally hot Amadji climate), rendering infrared difficult. Finally, they were laser guided, and so could not be successfully jammed by radar. A reaction time of five minutes was therefore cut down to thirty-five seconds for smaller ships, twenty seconds for aircraft carriers and battleships; and this was deemed acceptable to the Amadji commanders.

(OOC: did that make any sense at all or am I just rambling?)

Three hundred missiles were cold launched from on land and immediately rose slightly to maintain their trajectory, which would take them only slightly to the north of the Amadji fleet. At almost exactly the same time, Amadji ships launched over twelve hundred more conventional missiles, these however protected from varieties of jamming by hardening of the electronic systems. The primary targets were aircraft carriers and troop/vehicle transports, although cruisers and large ships were likewise targeted.

A second and larger squadron of aircraft was already en route to the battle area, this one armed primarily with bombs and anti-ship missiles, although a sufficient number carried anti-air missiles to engage the enemy aircraft.

refugees
The few refugee camps that remained were just as disorganised and squalid as they had been at the beginning of the mass exodus. There was nobody in charge in any official capacity, although a gaunt middle-aged gentleman in slightly less tattered clothing was the first to appear to Torres and speak to him in a remotely understandable language.

"Qui es-tu?" he bellowed from before a ramshackle tent. "D'oú viens?"

There followed a brief unbroken silence as several disheveled and nearly naked children poked their heads around the flap of the tent, and more refugees started to emerge from the sparse vegetation and almost invisible tents scattered across the area. Men, women, children; some of them cradled infants, others carried sacks with their worldly possessions. Only a few wore clean clothing and they all displayed signs of undernourishment. In the silence a few racking coughs and the wailing of an unattended infant were distantly audible.

bullets
To Mr. Kennith G. Terrance;

That is understood and acceptable. Your Marines will be permitted to land.

Landing

The rescuers encountered almost nobody on their way. Near the sea the terrain was sandy and hilly, with dunes and small plants, the only signs of life insects, scorpions, and the occasional wild rabbit. The terrain gradually and imperceptibly began to give way to savanna. About an hour into their journey the men encountered a small river and, on its banks, a village of no more than a hundred inhabitants; some of them came out to stare at the newcomers, perhaps questioning why they headed for Amadjiah with its warfare and dictatorship.

The bushes slowly became trees, and by nightfall they passed through a vast and silent pine forest. Ancient old-growth trees a hundred feet high were on either side of them, with very little undergrowth to block the eye's view into the trackless distance. The sand of the ground was covered by a thick carpet of needles, and every now and then, alerted by the sounds of the vehicles, the sounds of pawsteps -- sometimes galloping, sometimes heavy and lumbering, sometimes fleet and almost silent. The men made camp that night with the uneasy sense that something was watching them.

The pine forest was an anomaly. One of the last such stands of trees remaining in the area, pines such as this had flourished throughout the region millennia ago; now there were few left, and once the General found out about this forest it was likely he would have it entirely logged and the forest floor drilled for oil. This forest existed only because a coastal bluff prevented the sea air from entering its valley, and the hills and mountains on either side kept it relatively isolated. Likely the TSS troops were the first humans to set foot upon its virgin soil.

The following day they would resume their trek through the forest; still curiously silent, as though no bird resided there. Then they climbed out of the valley and reentered more arid terrain; the savanna stretched before them almost uninterrupted as far as Al 'Shakafka. But long before they reached the city they would encounter the various Amadji armies stationed to await the arrival of Pudite troops.

Give peace a chance! said he as he reloaded.

To whom it may concern;

I am perfectly amenable to peace talks, should the other concerned parties choose to attend. This is a simple dispute that should be easily settled if it were not for the senseless war-mongering of the Pudites and their allies.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

OOC: Yes, I don't know how he's writing a message while he's talking to Boutella at the same time. Maybe he brought his PDA.

[QUOTE=Amadjiah;13370380]To whom it may concern;

I am perfectly amenable to peace talks, should the other concerned parties choose to attend. This is a simple dispute that should be easily settled if it were not for the senseless war-mongering of the Pudites and their allies.

signed,
General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

From: Rear Admiral Ernst
To: General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth

We would like to began sending in V-22’S and C-130 J’S to take out the refuge population and move our wasp close to shore to pick them up.
We would also request to send a diplomat to your government office to act as a mediator for us with the logistics to get the refuges out

Scott Tree to all other forces: I ask for a neutral site for each one of you to send a diplomat for talks I will grantee that each reprehensive will not be harmed and will be protected.

IC:
The scene in the air had degenerated into a large and disorganised dogfight, marked by explosions and the chatter of gunfire. As the Amadji fighters closed to visual range, the missiles approached them and they responded swiftly with evasion, electronic countermeasures, and decoys to draw off the twenty-first century's answer to the arrow. Four of the enemy's fighters had fallen; due to their concentration and number, the Amadji could not expect such low casualties and so seven of the aircraft were reduced to smoking heaps of scrap metal.

But now beyond-visual-range missiles became irrelevant as the Amadji took the initiative, opening up with short-range missiles and their machine guns. As they battled in three dimensions, the Amadji fighters broke into pairs to showcase daring tandem maneuvers, striking from odd angles, revealing a wealth of simple but effective tactics to draw enemy planes into their fire, and to destruction. Each individual tactic was successful perhaps two or three times before the enemy fighters caught on and learned the equally simple means to avoid the traps; and besides, they had one more thing on their side. Namely, the enormous number of missiles now fast approaching the arrayed warships of the Amadji Navy.

At first, the Amadji fighters mistook these for a second wave of enemy aircraft; by the time that it became clear that they could be no such thing, the planes had already cast scores of air-to-air missiles upon the rainbow of fire forming a beautiful display through the cloudless sky. Now depleted, the vast majority of the fighters simply turned and fled for airbases, not wishing to fight on to their deaths when they could remain alive for better pay. Only a few hardy souls remained on to fight against the opposing aircraft until driven to last desperate kamikaze missions against the insufficiently armed troop transports down below.

Meanwhile, the Navy was in chaos. A massive wave of missiles swept towards them; at least forty to each ship. Practically every measure available to the captains was used. Electronic jamming, to throw the missiles off course; use of anti-air missiles with cluster bursts, to destroy several missiles at a time; finally it fell to the small guns of the ships to cut down missiles even as they entered terminal stage and prepared to meet their mark within the vessels. It was a remarkably good show for a first encounter; but five ships were sunk, another three or four badly damaged and with eight suffering light damage.

Now there was a momentary pause. While all this had been going on, Fleet Command had done some analysis. (OOC: I'm not much of an electronics person, so bear with me.) It had paid close attention the radar systems of the enemy ships; and it had recorded the limits of their air and sea search systems. For between the two there is an ever narrowing dead zone which is not covered by radar; while almost null close to the fleet, it is sufficiently large when far from the fleet as to be invisible. Most intelligent fleet commanders use a secondary detection system to cover this dead zone, and indeed the Pudites had an assortment of visible equipment, probably for that very purpose. And the radar systems of frigates, corvettes and smaller ships cover at least part of the dead zone.

But here the beauty of the flightpath came in. It remained under the air search ceiling throughout, and only entered the sea search range when extremely close to the ships; more so, the missiles Fleet Command intended to use were painted with materials capable of absorbing light, making laser detection useless, and gave off little heat (especially as compared with the exceptionally hot Amadji climate), rendering infrared difficult. Finally, they were laser guided, and so could not be successfully jammed by radar. A reaction time of five minutes was therefore cut down to thirty-five seconds for smaller ships, twenty seconds for aircraft carriers and battleships; and this was deemed acceptable to the Amadji commanders.

(OOC: did that make any sense at all or am I just rambling?)

Three hundred missiles were cold launched from on land and immediately rose slightly to maintain their trajectory, which would take them only slightly to the north of the Amadji fleet. At almost exactly the same time, Amadji ships launched over twelve hundred more conventional missiles, these however protected from varieties of jamming by hardening of the electronic systems. The primary targets were aircraft carriers and troop/vehicle transports, although cruisers and large ships were likewise targeted.

A second and larger squadron of aircraft was already en route to the battle area, this one armed primarily with bombs and anti-ship missiles, although a sufficient number carried anti-air missiles to engage the enemy aircraft.

Sheldon's plane continued on its course, which took it right through the thick of the dog fight. He tried to fly low under it, but the planes were everywhere. Missiles were exploding all around him, and it took all of his skill as a pilot to avoid enemy planes, and bullets. He attempted to radio the carrier of his situation, but he didn't get any response, except static, so he didn't know if it got through. Then he was something falling ahead of him, but it was too late to avoid it. His wing clipped the ejected pilots parachute, tearing a hole right through it.

To Mr. Kennith G. Terrance;

That is understood and acceptable. Your Marines will be permitted to land.

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
Dear General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
Very well. They are on their way now.

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SECRET IC:
SCENE: Illeva Vassali-class Aircraft Carrier, IVA-2213
The fleet hit the high seas, heading at top speed for the territorial waters of Amadjiah. It would take a day to get there though, so the men were running drills of the weapons systems just in case anything sudden happened that the fleet needed to defend itself from an aggressive enemy.

Greetings,

We understand the turmoil your country must be currently going through and want to wish you the best of luck in the coming months. Changes of this proportion tend to act as double edged swords.

Although we cannot condone the killings of the innocent, what happens within the borders of other nations simply is not something we wish to get involved with.

What we do wish to offer is access to our wide assortment of... defenses. As a nation, research and development has been our top priority, leading to some very effective "remedies" to common day military threats.

We await your response, as we are very excited about any possible trade agreements with your newly situated nation.

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Director of Foreign Affairs

It was by a stroke of luck and by the best possible choices of the best terrains regarding topography, inclination and visibility for themselves and for potential hostile forces ahead, based on the collected geographic data from the recon aircrafts who came there before, that they fortunately spotted the formations of Amadjiah Army before their vehicles could be spotted. They immediately stopped and started to retreat their vehicles well behind the slopes of some small terrain elevations, hiding completely their silhouettes from the stationed troops but also not having any direct line of fire to them. Soon the blackguards were offloaded, including three Blackguards who rather than additional magazines, were carrying with them several parts of a mounted-on-field portable and modular SIGINT equipment, to attempt to listen to the military radio frequences of the Amadjiah forces and later, of their invaders as well.

"We should observe them from here, these forces are too big to be here just because of us. I suggest us to take the safest route further away from the coast to detour them once they are too busy fighting whoever invader they are waiting for.", Roberto suggested as he took a binocular to peek at their troop formations.

Considering that the other options were a suicide rush or to return home empty-handed, they agreed on establishing a low-profile observation operation in that location as long as the Amadjiah forces aren't too busy to care about them. Some of them went further behind to set some improvised tents, as one of the 20 IFVs was conveniently improvised as a supply carrier instead, from where they took their rations, water, folded inflatable tents and sleeping bags, which still were enough for about one or two weeks. They knew they should be able to fend off for themselves, even if it meant some of them would be too busy with logistics to be combat-ready.

The three electronic specialists of the Blackguards, also obviously trained with the use of firearms, stealth and in combat tactics, were busy assembling and connecting to a portable computer the radio signals interception device, which was basically a glorified radio receiver adapted for SIGINT, from where it would passively capture waves from the existing forces, of course not being a perfect tool for its function, there was a 5% chance that it wouldn't actually capture anything at all and the chances of intercepting highest priority communications would be of an equally low percentage, although common radio communications between sarges, lieutenants and captains would probably be caught by it. And that not considering the possibility all nearby forces used encrypted transmissions, which would requires at least 3 days of decryption works.

Soon they set up their hidden camps, safely far away from the future battlefield to come. And then they simply awaited with discretion as the SIGINT device was activated to capture radio transmissions, not firing a single shot against the Amadjiah forces but instead keeping to themselves.

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The rescue naval fleet had retreated further away from the inlet and started to move back to international waters, as it was too risky for them to remain there much longer. They would return once they received the information that the blackguards were coming back with the refugees they would rescue.

Little more than a hundred... the plan was to simply identify the greatest minds, the most honest and the best human beings among those victims and take them and their families to Third Spanish States. Some would question such a method to select which refugees to help, but they believed it was for the best of mankind.

An acceptance of the trade deal?

Boutella motioned the general forward, and had the marine take the side off again.

He reached into the crate, and pulled out a stunningly beautiful, pearl furnished, gold inlaid AY-142. The metal parts were silver plated, and it was heavy, around 10kg.

"We also have one more little present, I believe you will find most pleasant. If you'd step over here with me."

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
Dear General Abdul Bair Hassan ben Naggoroth
Very well. They are on their way now.

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SCENE: Illeva Vassali-class Aircraft Carrier, IVA-2213
The fleet hit the high seas, heading at top speed for the territorial waters of Amadjiah. It would take a day to get there though, so the men were running drills of the weapons systems just in case anything sudden happened that the fleet needed to defend itself from an aggressive enemy.

This is General Wayne of the Scott Tree expeditionary forces on Copeland Island please let us know what you’re planning to do here.

The few refugee camps that remained were just as disorganised and squalid as they had been at the beginning of the mass exodus. There was nobody in charge in any official capacity, although a gaunt middle-aged gentleman in slightly less tattered clothing was the first to appear to Torres and speak to him in a remotely understandable language.

"Qui es-tu?" he bellowed from before a ramshackle tent. "D'oú viens?"

There followed a brief unbroken silence as several disheveled and nearly naked children poked their heads around the flap of the tent, and more refugees started to emerge from the sparse vegetation and almost invisible tents scattered across the area. Men, women, children; some of them cradled infants, others carried sacks with their worldly possessions. Only a few wore clean clothing and they all displayed signs of undernourishment. In the silence a few racking coughs and the wailing of an unattended infant were distantly audible.



It was worse than Torres expected. The so called refugee camps were shanty towns filled with sick, emaciated and exhausted after walking for days to find safety from crazed lynch mobs and anti-Christian militia. The makeshift tents were filthy, flies were everywhere and the sick were lying, and many were actually dying, out in the open. There was hardly any food, clothing and shelter let alone medical supplies. To make matters worse, the only thing that kept the camps from falling to the smoldering chaos of the rest of the country were the assurances.

Luckily, his team included doctors, nurses and a few engineers and construction workers to help him find some way to provide for the refugees. Supplies were also pouring in by the hour courtesy of the Federation Air Force. Now all he needed was someone to show him who needed what kind of help. Torres turned to the man in tattered clothing. "Do you speak English, sir?"

With the Diplomat’s and representatives at the government headquarters tell them what we were going to do ahead of time so we could have clean corridors to fly over. The movement to get the refuges out of the country begin we let them know when operations were going to happen and where so they know we were not here to invade just get refuges out and to Copeland Island.

The Wasp Carrier’s moved in close to shore escorted by four Ticonderoga’s, 8 Arleigh Burke Destroyers, 12 Littoral, and 4 Virginia Class Subs as the V-22’s flew from the deck to head to the closest refuge camp. The major advantage to the Virginia and the Littoral‘s was the were meant to work in sallow water. The representative present from the government said how impressive the latest Wasp Class Carrier and its fleet were. The C-130 J’s flew over head escorted by F-35 B’s and C’s with the V-22’s being followed by Apace Long bow’s Bock III. Over head the E-767’s and the EA-18 Growers watched for any attack from the air, ground, or sea aided by MQ-9 Reapers. The Burrell was also present with its F-35 C’s and F-18 Super Hornets. Convoy of aircraft reached the first camp refuge camp the pilot radioed “This is Scott Tree’s refuge relief effort we are carrying food and will carry out refuges requesting permission to land.”

A Holy Imperial Navy task force of eighty three fighting ships and their support vessels, accompanied by three divisions of Marines, four divisions of infantry, three divisions of armored infantry, and one division of armor, are 200 miles off the coast of Amadjiah and are awaiting instructions to support FMA forces.

Amadjiah Special Task Force 1
3 Carriers
8 Battleships
12 Cruisers
20 Destroyers
30 Frigates
10 Submarines

3 Marine Divisions (4800 infantrymen each)
2 Strike Wings

4 Infantry Divisions (8100 infantrymen and 80 artillery pieces each)
3 Armored Infantry Divisions (1800 infantrymen, 225 IFVs and 40 artillery pieces each)
1 Armored Division (225 tanks and 40 artillery pieces)

Amadjiah Territorial Waters, Shakaf Inlet, Pudite 4th and 5th OPARR Fleets
Far above the fleet, the battle had been joined. In the melee, another three Pudite aircraft had been downed, and four more were returned to their carriers with extensive damage. However, the second fleet's aircraft had now joined the fray, and another thirty fighters bore down on those few Amadjiahni pilots who had stayed to fight.

(OOC: I'm gonna go with your 'blind spot' thing, because I know as much as you do about stuff like that, and it sounded good enough)

Below the air battle the fleet remained steady, in a sharp contrast to the tumult above. Approaching, the Amadjiahni missiles did, in fact, remain undetected through the long-range search radars. However, when approaching the fleet escort line, they were picked up with relative ease. They were, however, far to close now to deploy most missile-based ordinance.

CIWS jolted to life all throughout the fleet, tiny rounds streaming through the air, slicing missiles in two and filling the atmosphere with their shots. As the missiles continued to approach, chaff and flares flew up and out from the ship, followed by radar jamming and microwave blasts. However, even with a computerized system, some missiles penetrated Pudite defensive spheres, and the Helina-class battlecruiser Wrought by Faith was last seen having capsized, and sinking down into the water - gone in minutes.

The Executor-class logistics and amphibious landing ship Subject's Devotion was also damaged, along with a single missile hit on Vice Admiral Padenga's flagship, the Sovereign's Pride, disabling the A-turret.

As the Lionfish frigates prepared a second salvo, the remainder of the fleet let loose with their own missiles. The objective was to cripple the foreign fleet's capability to engage the Pudite capital ships, and so this volley too was directed at the largest foreign vessels.

Nearly two-thousand five-hundred missiles took to the air, leaving white pillars from the stationary black decks. It was a battle of attrition, and one Admiral Padanga needed to win to gain access to his prize.

Luckily, battles of attrition was the Dominion's specialty.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post, but I didn't have much time.

IC: Red Tide Mainland Airbase #23...

The sound of the State Guardsmen which consisted of the 12th Guard Airborne Division marching on to their respective K-10 cargo airplanes was drowned out by the roar of the jet engines of the K-10 planes themselves. There were no audible words exchanged as the Guardsmen were loaded onboard the planes, only hand signals directing the Guardsmen here and there.

A Red Tidean Guard Airborne Division is essentially the same as a Semi-Motorised Light Infantry Division. Like all Red Tidean divisions, it consists of four brigades totalling 20,000 men. Like all men of the State Guard, the 12th Airborne's fighting men were equipped with Hallucinogenic Control Collars, which made them loyal to the point of death.

For now the men sat in their seats inside the cargo holds of their K-10's. The massive aircraft rolled down the runway and into the sky. Soon the 12th would join the 14th, the 18th, and the 10th Guard Airborne Divisions. In total, 80,000 men were now on their way to Amadjiah's two largest oil fields.

OOC: For an idea of the State Guards Uniform, look at this picture:
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We also support whatever action agianst you the rest of the world decides to aprtake in. Your actions are barbaric and cannot be tolerated by the international community.Although we support sovernity we also support UN rules and regulations Lebenscraum stands ready to back the world up!

Reinhardt Merkel
Foreign Minister of Lebenscraum

We also support whatever action agianst you the rest of the world decides to aprtake in. Your actions are barbaric and cannot be tolerated by the international community.Although we support sovernity we also support UN rules and regulations Lebenscraum stands ready to back the world up!

Reinhardt Merkel
Foreign Minister of Lebenscraum

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FROM THE OFFICE OF THE INTERIM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
MR. KENNITH G. TERRANCE
We see your inability to want to attempt a thing we call 'attempting to help people out instead of invading' as a lack of maturity on the part of your national government. If you don't like what the leaders of a nation are doing, then give your help to get those who are being harmed out of the nation instead of threatening war.

With the Arrival of Harpers Ferry Class Landing Ship docks and the San Antonio Landing Platform Dock Ship’s the fleet was complete.

Meanwhile the at the refugee camp the pilots we aloud to land the C-130J’s landed with a thud and V-22’s soft landed on the end of the runway. With the Apache helicopters, F-35C’B’, F-18 Super Hornets over head and E-767 with EA-18 Growers running support. Two Marines stepped out in full Future Force Warrior Gear wearing the latest Modular Tactical Vest Body Armor. The Weapons they were holding were the new XM-8 assault rifles and the MP-7 Side Arm as they looked to see a camp with a metal fence around it and the pilots emerged in their own Air Warrior Bock 3 Uniforms. As they started unloading food and supplies so they could make way for the refugees. One hour later the first V-22 were up in the air as other Ospreys came in and arrived at other camps. They were told to be on alert because the camps are near the oil field.

Over the time their Scott Tree was able to do what it had set out to do it was a hard task but was worth it. As the last of the V-22’s took off and said goodbye to this place Scott Tree army, Navy, and air Force departed the region for good. The last ships and air planes were flying or sailing home the operation which was complete success over 1,000,000 refuges had been saved and some were beginning their new lives in Scott Tree and else were. The troops came home to a hero welcome and Scott Tree was happy to see them come home. It was a proud day to know we got out of the region without shooting off a shot or being attack once. The only people that remained in the region was the diplomats and representatives that Scott Tree still had in hopes of one day seeing peace in the region.