NationStates Jolt Archive

"Ma'am? We have a new international socialist group."

Such came the voice of one of Empress Sonya Volsung's aides. She looked up from the reports on her allies' military activities and sighed. "More every day, it seems. Alright, what is this one's goal?"

"Support of rebel factions inside non-socialist nations. Like many others... only this one makes no bones about it's purpose. They call themselves 'SCAR'."

Sonya takes the folder as it is handed to her. "Small membership... so far. Alright, let's give them the once over. What patrol is closest to this... Dominion of Xult?"

"The... Mammoth, I believe. Perhaps we should request the Riga instead, though."

"No, send the Mammoth. It will be interesting to see their reaction to it. And it already has an Admiral on board."

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CSS Mammoth
Mammoth Class Mega-Carrier

A fleet cruised through international waters, an impressive display of power as they moved in unison. In the center, a ship parted the waters like an iceberg. A nuclear powered iceberg... which is indeed what it was, in simplest terms. Made from a variation of pykecrete, the ship's name was emblazoned on it's bow, mid-ship and stern... MAM-01 MAMMOTH. A mega-carrier, the ship was designed to serve as a mobile airbase, taking whole air wings to deep sea without the need of constant refuelings, or serving as a refueling station for other aircraft. Covered in a protective sheath of steel and it's icy structure kept at near freezing temperatures by liquid nitrogen piping throughout the hull, the ship did not reveal it's construction material, but it was a rather infamous craft and widely seen as the Empire of Crimmond's single largest naval blunder. Only the pride of the Admiralty kept the ship in service, as they refuse to admit it was a mistake to build her.

As the fleet approached five-hundred miles of the territorial waters of their goal, a simple audio transmission was sent to the nearest Dominion craft.

'The Empire of Crimmond wishes to speak with SCAR. Immediately.

-Fleet Admiral Breen'

A simple search of any decent historical database would show a lengthy history of the Crimm going to war with socialist powers for little more reason than the fact they were socialist. All of those incidents were generations ago, but they were there.

It was a few moments before the Xultan craft replied.

"Tapping you through to the mainland."

A few more moments of static. Then...

"You have no appointment with the Supreme Chancellor, Admiral. State your motives immediately."

Total Attention Given T.A.G.

OOC:Taged

OOC: Crimm, care to reply?

[ooc: I got side tracked.]


The behemoth of a ship continued slowly towards the coastline of the Dominion, with only two cruisers as escorts. A show of trust, it seems.

"That is a matter of international security. I shall not waste my time speaking with underlings. I have been ordered to speak to your leadership in person. You shall arrange this meeting immediately."

A visual scan of the ship would show activity across it's immense flight deck, but only a few aircraft were being moved. A few fighters were being towed into parking areas and a helicopter appeared to be prepping for launch as it's blades were unfolded.

"A helipad has been prepared for you in the Port city of Ivangrad. You will land on the helipad and be escorted by a number of Xultan soldiers to the place of meeting. The Supreme Chancellor is angered by your arrival so I suggets not trying any funny buisness. A single shot fired by your men will result in your immediate deaths. You have five minutes to depart your vessel in your aircraft."

Breen strode towards the helicopter. It was a standard transport, meaning unarmed and fast. "Pushy, aren't they?" he commented to his aide.

"Yes sir, they are. Hopefully this Supreme Chancellor will keep his anger in check." Came the response.

The Admiral smirked. "If he doesn't, his whole nation will pay."

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As the aircraft settled, the Admiral was preceded by two heavily armed and armored Marines, who ignored the local soldiers and took up positions on either side of the helicopter's door.

The Admiral appeared a moment later and quickly spotted the most senior of the Xultan soldiers. "I am Admiral Breen." Is all he said and allowed himself to be escorted away, with only his aide with him. Odd that he wouldn't take one of the Marines as well.

Once in the presence of the Supreme Chancellor, the Admiral bowed his head once and wasted no time. "Supreme Chancellor, I am Fleet Admiral Joseph Breen of the Crimmond Imperial Navy. I have been ordered to come here and establish some sort of contact between the nations of SCAR and the Empire. In recent days, your alliance has been involved in some rather... interesting events and has garnered some unwanted attention. At this time, Empress Volsung is using the political and military might of our Empire to keep SCAR from being attacked while we speak."

He pauses for a short moment. "Honestly, I do not wish to be here. I have fought socialist militaries in the past and have no love for the doctrines you adhere to. I do my duty however... I have been ordered to offer SCAR the chance to trade openly with the Empire of Crimmond. We are one of the strongest and most exclusive economies on the planet and do not make these offers often. The Empress has apparently seen you as worthy of such an offer." By his tone, the Admiral did not. But, he followed orders nonetheless.