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Sakura ENGLISH News: Good Morning Broadcast

"Ohayou Gozaimasu. I am Yi-Sul Kim of Sakura ENGLISH News reporting live from studio. Today we have a special broadcast with an address by a special guest on the program via streaming video, but first for news.

Today in the Tokyoni People's High Parliament, a bill was introduced to provide greater incentives for doctors and other medical personal to ensure that their patients are in good health; those such professionals who are shown to have healthiest patients according to such categories as proper weight, not smoking, and demonstrating physical prowess, will be granted higher pay and higher probability of achieving higher status in their party position. Premier Raito has already voiced his firm support of this bill, in what he calls 'an effort to promote a healthier nation and world.' and is expected to sign it into law once it passes through High Parliament later this afternoon.

In other news, the military salvaging teams discovered today in North Korea several large caches of enriched uranium and plutonium rods in the site of a hidden nuclear centrifuge from Kim Jong-il's former regime. The military is presently working on converting this material into nuclear armaments for the defense of the state under threats of open warfare from the illegally occupied South Korea.

And now, for the bulk of our broadcast, an address from Council-Secretary Nami Matsuda of the Women's Juche Council of the People's Republic of Tokyoni."

[Screen fades black for a second, reappears in small, lecture-hall looking room, Nami Matsuda (http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l96/Darkpuppy666/rep_key_002_m.jpg) standing facing the camera]

"In the name of Premier Yagami Raito and the Worldwide Juche Revolution, I, Council-Secretary Nami Matsuda of the Women's Juche Council now address the world!" The young woman almost shouted passionately, "It has been claimed by some dissenting members of the WJC that I have turned traitor, that I have abandoned my post on the Council in my nation's time of need. On the contrary, I have been requested by Premier Raito himself to be his representative, his voice to the world. I have left the physical location of Tokyoni, yes, though my heart and soul remain with you, my beloved comrades. Tonight in his address to High Parliament, he will confirm this; may then the dissenting voices be silenced. Now is a time of great struggle for our cause, the cause of The Worldwide Juche Revolution; we cannot afford to divide ourselves when our foes avail themselves against us. Anyone continuing to spread slander against my name, one who stands in direct service of the Premier himself, especially in so trying a time as this, will be considered a traitor against the state, and prosecuted accordingly.

Yet one must not cast retroactive judgments on this matter. This is, after all, a time of great trial and tribulation for our cause of justice, and it is understandable that many would fear a traitor in our midst. And while vigilance and loyalty to the state are great virtues, let not these be poisoned into one's mind into paranoia, for that is a tool of the enemy. May all citizens of the World embrace tolerance and cooperation in these dark days that we may live together in peace and prosperity, in a world in which every human being is treated with dignity and never lives through life worrying about lack of necessities. That is the goal of the Worldwide Juche Revolution that Premier Raito has brought to realization in our nation and that shines as a beacon of hope to those oppressed people across the world, regardless of race, gender, sex, sexuality, religion, creed, or nationality. We shall prevail, for our allies span the globe.

Yet I turn my attention to the outer world now, those of you viewing this that may not be accustomed to our way of life or structure of government. Allow me then to present myself to you. My name is Nami Matsuda, and though I have been granted the great honor of representing our Premier to the world, I, like you, am but a human being.

Twenty-one years ago, I was born in the Archipelago of Okinawa, a prefecture of the nation of Japan. My parents were both political activists with the Okinawa Social Mass Party, a former party in existence to attempt to give more cultural sovereignty to the Okinawan people and ensure that our traditions and way of life would exist for long many years to come. In my early life, my parents made a modest but sufficient living, always placing their political activism before any attempt at gaining personal wealth. It was from this rich political heritage that a great sense of social justice was placed in my heart, and I determined that I was going to live my life for the good of mankind and never personal self-service alone.

In my fifteenth year of life, my father was elected to a position on the Diet, and so my family moved to Tokyo. Though one of only two members of his party on the Diet, my father always worked to seek harmony with the members of other parties to pass legislation that benefited all citizens of our nation, and the world at large. It was around this time that a certain figure that would later grow to great political power was first revealed.

I first heard of 'Kira' myself on a forum I was an active member of online, though under an alias. I was at first under the impression that it was a noble, but ultimately fallacious hoax, probably orchestrated by the Japanese government and several of our allies in an attempt to deter crime worldwide. Yet, as the matter became researched more, I came to believe in Kira's existence, and his justice. I knew then that his cause was one of justice, the one I had dreamed of joining as a child.

And so I watched the news intently, as we all did in those days, with a deep hope in my heart that Kira's cause of justice would triumph over all opposition. Kira to me, and I'm sure many humans from all regions of the world, represented hope for a new, just age - one where the wicked would no longer terrorize the common person and hoard all resources to themselves, but instead one in which such selfishness and disregard for the value of fellow human beings would be destroyed.

And so by the time I was accepted to Tokyo University at the age of seventeen, I was deeply involved in organizing campaigning in favor of Kira and his cause of social justice. And through our efforts, and those of our comrades across the world, we saw the day where Kira revealed himself to the world as "Yagami Raito", after defeating the corrupt forces that attempted to stop his just revolution. I watched as the World Courts declared unanimously that Raito had committed no crime, and was justified in the entirety of his actions. I watched as Raito returned to Japan, hailed as a hero by cheering crowds, myself in attendance.

Raito was to me, as to much of the world, I believe, a hero. He represented to us the power that all of us hold within us to change society, to destroy injustice. In that moment, so caught up with the excitement was I, so relieved that Kira had proven himself victorious, that I had underestimated the resolve of the enemy. Within days of Raito's triumphant return to Japan, already a group of dissidents had formed. While Raito himself had suggested tolerance between all parties regardless of ideology, they would not agree to such civilities.

These men and women called themselves the 'Constitutionalists', but were nothing short of terrorists. The Constitutionalists attacked both military and civilian installations, even killing women and children without remorse. The 'crime' of their victims? Believing in a different ideology. In many cases, the profile of the victim was not even a Kira-supporter, but merely an unfortunate soul caught in the fire of an uncompromising, totalitarian, terrorist regime.

For several months, Japan was in effective civil war, but against an enemy without flag or borders - an enemy composed of those individuals so intolerant of difference of opinion in their fellow human beings and so devaluing of human life that they had no remorse at committing such grave atrocities. I, however, foolishly, believed myself to be safe. I thought that, with the strong military presence in my family's sector of Tokyo, and with military personal stationed at the University, the Constitutionalists would not harm me.

My father through all this time tried to be, as always, a voice of unity and reason within the Diet, attempting to bridge the growing rift between the rapidly diverging pro-Kira and anti-Kira factions in the Japanese Government. He wanted nothing more than for all citizens to live together in peace and civility, and spoke out against the Constitutionalists' violence.

And so, the day happened, the day I can still see clearly in my mind. I had returned home from an uneventful day on campus, several classes having homework. And so I walked up the stairs to my family's apartment, and it was there that I saw..." A slight tear begins running down her face, though she makes an effort to hide her emotions, "I saw my parents, both of them, lying in a pool of blood on the floor together, several bullet shells covering the ground. And at first I just stared, so horrified that I couldn't think of anything else to do. I fell to my knees and started crying, shaking over the bodies of my parents, who just that morning had made me breakfast before I took the train to the University. Until then, I never truly realized the truth of their resolve. My father had stood for justice and peace, and it had cost him everything.

I finally stopped myself from crying long enough to call the police, in what was the longest day of my life. When they arrived, I was forced out of my own apartment as they searched the scene for evidence. Eventually the police commissioner turned to me, and told me exactly what I had known all along. It had been the Constitutionalists! They had murdered my father, because he dared to dream of a world where peace and justice existed; a world in which people of different beliefs could live side by side and create a better world for everyone. And for that, in their minds, he was unfit to live!

I returned to school the next day; I had to. I had nothing else to do. My apartment never felt so empty as in those days; I barely could stand to enter it even to sleep at night, so haunting was it. And so it was a few days later that I was on campus, about to leave for home once more, when one of my friends, a longstanding supporter of Kira as I was, approached me, and asked if I was going to see Raito speak that evening. In my sorrow, I had entirely forgotten of the event that I was so long looking forward to. And so, with a weak smile, I nodded, realizing he alone could provide my heart with any hope in such a time of darkness.

And so I attended the event that evening. He gave a remarkable speech, though I remember little of its content. In my state at the time, I had little ability to even focus on what Raito spoke. Yet, a moment came that made my heart stand still. Near the end of his speech, he spoke in honor of my parents' death, and then addressed the crowd itself directly. 'The senseless murder of Representative Matsuda and his wife shall not go unpunished.' I think was how he said it, 'The Constitutionalists will be brought to justice, I give you my word. Yet, fate was not entirely unkind, for their daughter, Nami Matsuda, who was a long supporter of my cause of justice, has survived this atrocity. Nami, please approach the stage.'

So surprised was I to hear the man who had so long been my hero address me by name, that I for a second forgot any thought of sorrow in my mind, and hurried up to the stage. I smiled as I shook his hand, whispering 'thank you'. And he smiled back at me confidently, then turned towards the crowd. 'Miss Matsuda has survived the attack by the enemies of just civilization.' he said. 'Fate has smiled upon her. I sense she will do much to promote justice in her life.'

I remember little more after that, so enthralled was I by having gained the attention of such a remarkable man, but eventually I returned to my home that night; for the first time since my parents' death, having a sense of peace in my life. I remembered now my purpose, to fight for justice as my parents had, to do whatever was necessary to make the world a better place, even at great personal risk.

Several months later, Raito ran with other members of his party in Parliamentary Election, being named Prime Minister of the Diet in a landslide election - my father's own OSMP merging into his Party in honor of my father's passing. It was with great pride in my parents' heritage that I watched as Premier Raito took office and rewrote our Constitution from one that had previously allowed for discordance and oppression to one that led to national strength and justice.

I myself graduated from the University, about a year and a half later, and as valedictorian of my class, was expected to give a speech. I could think of no more fitting topic than to thank Premier Raito, who himself was in attendance, for all that he had done to help me and our nation achieve our destiny in such a dark time.

After the event, Raito approached me and invited me for dinner, stating how he would love to see me enter the field of politics. And so that summer, I ran for the position of Representative of my parents' home of Okinawa under the banner of Kira's Party, and was met with a remarkable approval by the public in their voting. Through this position, I was then appointed to the position of Council-Secretary on the Women's Juche Council, at the age of twenty.

I cannot express anything but gratitude for Raito for the great blessings and hope he has given me in my life, and can only hope I can repay him and my parents' great legacy of social justice. I strive, as a human being, as a member of the Worldwide Juche Revolution to promote a world in which all human beings are treated with the respect and dignity they deserve.

But the Juche Revolution is just that - Worldwide. We cannot hope to promote our cause of justice and tolerance across the world without support of our comrades across the world. Today Tokyoni is faced with its greatest threat in its short history, the threat of open warfare from the illegally occupied southern region of the sovereign nation of Korea. A fascist, repressive regime with a long history of human rights violations and an intolerant, totalitarian government has illegally militarily occupied South Korea, against its occupant's strong desire for reunification with their fellow Koreans in the North - so long separated by foreign imperialist influences.

Like Raito himself, like my parents, it is not safe, it is not easy to stand up for what is right, but it is necessary; for if we do not stand, who else will? I call upon all citizens of the world, all members of the human race - regardless of the factors that are so often used to foster discrimination and turn brother against brother, sister against sister - to stand up for social justice and peace, to help us in standing, hopefully peacefully, in opposition to The Grand World Order's illegal military occupation of South Korea.

I am like you, but a human being. Together we are but weak and finite, but when we work together, pool our resources and talents towards a cause of social justice, evil cannot hope to stand against us. As the great thinker Albert Einstein said, 'The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.' Let us no longer sit back and give evil permission to corrupt and destroy our lives, but let us take back our world from the forces of imperialism and greed! Will you stand with us now, in this our darkest hour and shine your light of hope against this plague of evil? The road may not be easy, comrades, but together, we will triumph."

[Camera fades back to Sakura ENGLISH Studios]

"Amazing speech, Nami, Amazing speech. That's about all the time we have for our program today. To anyone out there watching this, Miss Matsuda invites all citizens of the world interested to submit their own personal stories of striving for social justice to possibly be featured on this program in future broadcasts.

In the name of Premier Raito and The Worldwide Juche Revolution, I wish everyone a good day."

[Program ends, credits rolling].

((Sorry about that, had some trouble setting this thing up, as can probably be seen.

Anyways, not really a roleplay in the traditional sense - but feel free to give IC responses if wanted, either on behalf of national governments' opinions on matters shown, or personal stories as requested. Still trying to get the stupid title fixed if anyone knows how to do that... >.< ))

((Bump for the time being))

((Certainly, that's fine. This thread is more or less open IC within reason, so post away. ^^))

WIBC Press Main Office, WIBC HQ Building; Tailville DR, Wagdog

Listening to the pilot broadcast of Sakura TV English that she’d managed to find on YouTube, Francine Godot couldn’t help but giggle; she was alone and even if not, the worst of her supervised-home-confinement-with-work-privileges sentence for (peripheral really) involvement in the coup attempt of six years ago (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=548465) had expired so she was safe again… mostly; her thoughts were at any rate. “I don’t doubt that Trotskyist-Chavista tramp ‘Her Excellency’ Christine Friedrich personally wanted me to go to the firing squad (while it was still legal), or else to simply proscribe me and throw me onto the streets as ‘vampire-bait’ or ‘werebeast-food’ or maybe just target practice for deluded normal-human citizens eager to please their tyranness by fire; alas she’s too smart and actually followed the laws so many of those insipid so-called ‘People’s Congressmen’ both passed and insisted she keep despite the chaotic circumstances immediately following the failed putsch.” Though much on the downswing since that slipped chance six years ago, hardline Communist opinion remained both extant and legal in Wagdog; indeed the United Communist Front of both Francine’s Maoist “People’s Revolutionary Party” and the equally out-of-favor neo-Stalinist “Orthodox Revolutionary Party” together still pulled strong pluralities as far as the opposition vote went in the annual Congressional ballots. Problem was: not strongly enough to even moderately threaten the stranglehold on Congress held by the “Pan-Social Coalition” bloc of the Stewardess’ own revisionist Social Revolutionaries and their allies in the always-there (even during the nation’s brief Marxist-proper period) and equally always-annoying Social Democrats with no stomach for anything sterner than a sit-in, the downright-bourgeois Social Liberals who both only got big once Allanean influence began seriously entering into Wagdian political life about seven years prior, and the moronic Green Conservatives tied to the pro-Vetakan and pro-Eldarin blocs of the citizenry when not hugging trees to the background of pagan chant... or doing more garish still with said trees so she imagined per her pet stereotypes.

Alas other methods had already been tried to prevent this nasty situation (from Godot’s point of view anyway) in the first place six years ago, and as might be expected in a farcical world had instead engineered it. For now… indeed, for now what remained to real revolutionaries like Godot rather than the fakers and dilettantes and equivocators who sold out to every capitalist power with shiny baubles and bayonets to prop up their pet-ally’s neo-Bonapartist fraud of a government with, was to keep the Word out there and hope that when (not if) the ruling coalition plus its’ dictatrix both committed some too-grave an error for even the relatively-credulous Wagdian people to permit them power anymore said people would have the proper message in their minds to make that ban stick again. It was worth a shot, and indeed was the only shot most likely. “I think it’s time to get my TV station back…” The long-pigtailed redhead’s thoughts turned Puckish as she began typing an email to Sakura TV HQ directly addressed to Ms. Matsuda, heroine though she was indeed; a bit presumptuous perhaps but definitely a position to influence things. She could always send it back downstairs in the Sakura food chain appropriately if need be, but one should never fail to aim high at the first. She began recording…

Friends at Sakura TV English, especially the Right Honorable Women’s Juche Council Secretary Matsuda,

You may know not of me, which is understandable given the turmoil both our lands were in six years’ past, but I have come to know of you; and as a fellow woman and soldier in the World Struggle for true liberation I feel I simply must do my part. I mean to see my nation carry Sakura on as many channels as I can convince it to, to get the truth out to the people; even if at present all I can do is bang away at my keyboard behind this op-ed desk meant as a sinecure to shut me up by confining me to the back corners of what some mockingly call ‘dying media’ like the dying classes they fool themselves into thinking they’re not part of. But they cannot keep me shut up even by law anymore, now that I’ve served my five-year Sedition house-arrest-with-work-privileges sentence imposed for my merely covering the truth of our loyalists’ attempt to oust our revisionist former General-Secretary and his pet who now claims the neo-Bonapartist office of ‘Stewardess of the Revolution’ in his stead; if they cannot hear me anymore then I will strive for them to hear you! Hear you and know that they cannot hide the truth, even if they were to kick me out entirely or worse.

Naturally that may be a bit forward of me, and I ask your forgiveness for any undue affront; allow me please to explain. I served for twenty-two years as the head and anchorwoman of WIBC News Channel Two, known as the ‘Red Channel’ due to its’ catering to both domestic and foreign opinion of a more firmly revolutionary character; be it Maoist, Marxist-Leninist, Juche or other such flavors. The revisionists had Channel One, nonsense so said I but in what would become the pattern of my relationship with the Trotskyite establishment I was overruled; they apparently started truckling to foreign sensibilities early on in what became known as ‘The Pink Channel’ and alas by now said sentiment pervades the government to the point where we’re so generic it’s hard to tell how ‘revolutionary’ we really are anymore apart from the usual State platitudes and décor. Anyway in my time, I stood for my channel’s principles and gave the public a view of the news consistent with raising their popular consciousness and hopefully showing them that the capitalists’ lies of their being alone and destitute were just that: lies and slander meant to postpone as if by black magic the inevitable day of reckoning with the people’s true power. Whether calling down (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=526132&highlight=nora+kasagawa) the Kahanistani socialists who kept pandering to the Doomani-Catholic neo-Rexists in their nation’s midst who as I predicted they would eventually helped the Doomish legions conquer their land again, or exposing (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=550500) our Stewardess’ sickening pandering to neighbors of ours not long ago tied to one of the most murderous alliances of all before having a sudden attack of conscience it seems; I’ve kept the red banner high even when those who first raised it have since blanched it orange and pretended not to notice somehow or care in the doubtful event they have in fact noticed.

I’m an older woman now than I was; older, somewhat bitter for how my supposed ‘comrades’ sold me up the creek with a tag denominated in foreign currencies, but much wiser all the same. The truth is like Comrade Matsuda here; at first frightened and vulnerable, but once found and empowered unstoppable in its march. I’m pleased to have heard from one younger such as I, even if from far away; we have our Grand World Order supporters in the Wagdian National Party but fortunately keeping them in line is one of the few tasks I agree with ‘Her Excellency’ on and will continue to support her in by skewering their big lies (typically for fascists) in my column and elsewhere. With luck our Congress and People will grow spines again in due time and call for her to stand for a vote, as is the legislature’s right to call by our Constitution once she inevitably fails too far; which effort for change will perhaps start with getting Sakura TV aired here and maybe continue with my employment therein if I can so gain. Regardless the fight goes on Comrades, and for now though it remains hard I wish to say that you have one voice still with you; unafraid to say what is true!

Hail Kira! The People United shall never be defeated!

***

Southern Banks of the Innocence River; Greater New Theeb Metropolitan Area, Vetaka…

Corporal Mattias N. Tailor was happy for his free-time tonight, as always; but perhaps especially tonight. Although not using the vehicular internet connection of his dismount squad’s LY-219 Ironheart light-IFV track, nonetheless he had the permission from his Sergeant the vehicle commander if he needed it. For now, he had a good satellite connection on his own laptop and was using that accordingly. No sense in not being polite really. The sounds of night birds accompanied the clacks of his keyboard as he made the final set-up arrangements for his latest off-duty project.

“I like this Sakura TV,” he thought, also skimming YouTube and having ironically come across Godot’s recording minutes after its’ initial posting; he didn’t know if it had been accepted for airing or not. “Perhaps especially so because I’m not actually a Juche believer; what can I say? I think it’s funny as Hell what people will convince themselves into following, and alas all too familiar besides.” That second bit was meant for whom he and his friends on the internet joked in peacetime about as the “Cultural Revolutionary Pippi Longstocking;” alas not so young as the nickname’s inspiration, nor having aged that well either.

For himself anyway it was quite a situation, serving in the Second (Stewardess’ Own) Regiment of Dragoons, the mechanized-rifle element of the larger Second Cavalry-Mechanized Legion itself; that is serving when one actually didn’t particularly care for her style of rule even if he also believed any solution to the problem should remain wholly local in character and as democratic as possible to boot. “Yes, although I’m sure she’d be mortified at the thought much about this ‘Premier Yagami’ and Her Excellency strike me as much similar based on what is known; both think to slap multiparty forms onto a Communist base believing that is enough to really cut it and then try to rely on charisma to cover the gaps. Both also shamelessly market themselves as the ‘savior’ of the nation, hardworking and moderate and quite removed from the ‘sadistic’ enemies just waiting at the door to devour the People whole without them to guard us. Yes I think maybe I should illustrate to both of them some of what that ‘guard’ actually entails; get across how cheap it isn’t after all…” Tailor set to recording as he knew he didn’t have too much time left before it was back to what duty was left before his squad hit lights-out; he intended to make use of it and these thoughts of his.

Greetings friends at Sakura TV English; I’m Corporal Mattias N. Tailor of the 2nd Regiment of Dragoons in the Wagdian Revolutionary Guard, colloquially known as ‘The Stewardess’ Own’ after our patron and Commander-in-Chief Her Excellency Christine Friedrich. It’s good to hear some actual honest Communist opinion out there, even in the opinion of one holding generally ‘bourgeois’ leanings as you’d doubtless consider me on further acquaintance than I believe possible myself. Amid all the ‘political correctness’ and general pandering from so many leaders today it’s most refreshing to hear those like Mrs. Matsuda, or even Premier Kira himself. Those who aren’t only ‘different’, but aren’t afraid to be so even if they make allowances to the world where necessary and proper; out of that same ‘decent Respect for the opinions of Mankind’ as was said in a great document once. There is too much insincerity out there and it does no-one any good; not even among friends as I believe our nations could be in time, despite obvious differences. I can’t speak for my nation per sé, but I can for myself; so I shall.

Tonight I address you fellows, via this private video, from what will likely tomorrow be a battlefront. Here, on the banks of the Innocence River, my Regiment and myself stand opposite and watching closely Swanist fascist rebels who seek to overthrow an allied government to my nation’s; enemies who wish to oppress friends whom, even I being the ‘skeptic’ that I am regarding aspects of the Vetakan native monarchy, would agree with defending even at the price of my own life all the same. Our force, Second Host of both land and air elements, landed not long ago (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=565687) as part of a multinational task force charged with response to a biological weapon attack by these terrorists. And though so far major fighting has been a thing of the northern front under the smaller Third Host as opposed ours, I can’t pretend it will be long now before our turn is drawn.

These people (yes they remain so even if they aren’t helping my faith in Man any) are much like those you face across your Demilitarized Zone I suspect, if not nearly so organized and equipped as they; likewise brutal and at heart childish persons who demand it their way and will countenance the most depraved acts to get that way. Why this morning, I and my paticular troop within our 2nd Dragoons had to ride perimeter guard for a huge task force of my parent II Legion’s medical and counter-NBC-wafrare personnel in seeing to one of the villages worst hit by the Lansing Virus to distribute the cure recently developed; hardly any Vetakans were left alive to inject by the time we got there… and all who were looked like walking ghosts reduced to actually praying for Death even... if only to make the pain simply stop. But my nation has once before (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=528133&highlight=vetakan+rebellion) fought the same… individuals… that committed this crime to top many others before, supposedly fought and crushed victoriously; apparently not victoriously-enough though. The Vetakans have done it twice, and continue to even as they sicken and bleed and even die where they fight. And if the enemy thought we were somehow grown senile in our resolve to protect our Vetakan friends from their former ‘Governor’ James Swan, a man who disobeyed his own claimed Queen’s order to let the colony he was charged with go preferring instead to play the proverbial ‘man who would be King’ part in a purloined land, well then I and my Comrades will most assuredly disabuse these traitors of that madness… again and for all this time.

My nation is far from yours, Mrs. Matsuda and friends at Sakura TV; indeed effectively a world away almost. And I am not of your creed; I frankly think command economies or autarky both are wartime measures at absolute best and I would gladly advocate their replacement by open borders and free trade wherever at all feasible, even for a nation at war. I also think too many of my own nation’s leadership, even up to the top, have only partially grasped that simple fact as I see things; they’re making progress true but it’s slow and sometimes I question for whose precise benefit much of it is done. But perhaps I’m being too… um, opinionated? Yes indeed; our fight for freedom is the same, even if on different fronts for now so far as I’m aware of my nation’s immediate policy accounting for my low pay-grade. So I figured you could stand to hear from someone else likely to gamble against Death tomorrow, betting the highest stakes possible against others determined to murder and lie in support of a murderer and liar twice defeated by his own victims and those willing to face down evil. This is Cpl. Mattias N. Tailor, 2nd WRG Dragoons, signing off; this world needs Justice and I guess I’m one of those to deliver.

He stopped recording and powered down just in time for the end of the day. Tomorrow, good luck or bad, the first deal would come and the antes would up indeed...

There had not been many nations, if any at all, whose claim to fame was that their leader had relied upon a seemingly harmless notebook to destroy all those who stood in his way and the criminals who would be wiped out in the name of the greater good. Some people would have accepted the tale as a mere fable against the warnings of extremist vigilantism or how the powers of the supernatural, reapers and shinigami, should not be in the hands of the mortals. Regardless, Tokyoni had become well known on the international stage under Raito Yagami's administration and the Ixanian Empire, ever friendly and trusting, decided that it would intiate the opening of relations between Ixania and Tokyoni in the interests of the common good of both nations despite political differences. The Ixanians regarded this particular nation with much interest. Ivan Rucinsky, Her Majesty's Foreign Minister, decided to send the following message to Raito Yagami and his associates:

President Yagami,

In the interests of brotherhood and the overall common good, we have decided that we will seek the creation of diplomatic relations between the Empire of Ixania and the nation of Tokyoni with an embassy exchange and the establishment of trade to boot. A meeting between me and a representative of your nation can easily be arranged. Please reply swiftly to this letter; I will do my best to clear up any issues you may have.

Signed,
Ivan Rucinsky,
Foreign Minister

OOC: Not as long as I wanted but it will have to do under the circumstances....

[Airspace above Eastern Kamchatka Province, Russian Federation]

"Hmm, I think I can see Korea down there."

"Cut the chatter unit five, we're supposed to maintain radio silence. This area is where those Constitutionalist bastards were last thought to exist... If not for those fascist pigs to the South, we certainly wouldn't even be flying here."

"Captain!"

"I said radio silence!"

"But I'm picking up anti-aircraft missile fire signatures from the ground."

"All craft take evasive action now! We will not put the Council Secretary's life at risk!"

[About a dozen missiles shoot up towards the aircrafts flying in formation]

"Captain! I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm losing altitude! I'm going down! Please, tell my family I loved them!"

"Lee!" shouted the captain, "Bail out!"

"The chute, it's jammed! I - I'm trying..." the man said, much effort evident in his voice. "I ... I got it! I got it!"

"Praise Kira! Alright, try to steer your descent to the south as much as possible. Of nearby nations, our relations with China are the best; if you can make it there, you'll be alright."

"Alright... please monitor my position captain."

[A missile streaks towards the captain's ship. He rolls to avoid it, but is struck by it, the force of the missile tearing his ship apart]

[Dead silence on Lee's comm]

"Captain? Captain!" Lee looked up, to his horror seeing the burning inferno of the aircraft that had belonged to Captain Takeshi. "No! He's dead! Those animals killed our captain... Alright, this isn't the time to panic. We've got to get Council Secretary safely back to Tokyo. I'm obviously out of commission right now, and with the captain gone... that leaves units three and four. Protect unit two with your lives! May Kira be with all of you."

"Sir, they just hit unit three!" Unit four shouted, "We aren't equipped for air to ground combat... I don't think we're going to make it."

"You have to make it! Matsuda's life is in your hands, Yamaguchi! Prove your loyalty to the state now."

"Yes sir..." he replied. "Unit two, listen very carefully. My missile systems are for air to air combat, but I think... if I fly low enough, I can take the anti-air batteries out with them."

"It's too risky," the unit two captain replied, "In the simulations, the probability of survival for such a maneuver is..."

"Eight and a half percent, I know. But that's better than just sitting around waiting for them to kill us. If nothing else, hopefully I can distract their fire long enough for you to get Matsuda to safety."

"Kira's blessings be upon you, comrade."

"I'm going in now..." Yamaguchi stated, his aircraft diving down towards the ground miles below, missiles streaking by him from all sides, "I'm almost in range... I'm there!" he shouted, launching his own missile towards the battery. "I got one!" he shouted triumphently as it burst into flames, "Just three more to go... Two... One. Oh god, I'm hit! Please, Nami forgive me, I've failed you."

[Yamaguchi's ship crashes into the ground and bursts into flames a few hundred feet from the remaining missile battery.]

"So I guess this is it..." Nami said, a tear running down her face, "All those brave men died for me... and all for nothing. We're going to die next."

"No, Nami, listen to me," the captain said attempting to reassure her, "There's only one missile battery left, and we're almost out of its range. Our comrades sacrifice has saved us... I'm changing course to the southeast. We're going to land in a Pyongyang military base, transport will be arranged for you to Tokyo, and then I'll regroup with others from the Air Guard and bomb those cowards into the stone age in retaliation for this. Justice shall be made, Nami."

"I'm so scared though, I don't want to die..."

[Radar beeped]

"Three ships approaching..." the captain said warily. "Oh, good, they're Chinese, probably sent to assist us.... Oh shit! They have the signatures of three aircraft that the Chinese government reported stolen. They're approaching in attack position."

"So I'm going to die then..." Nami said solemnly, "I guess I never will see Raito again."

"Nami, shut up!" the captain ordered. "There's a parachute here, take it and get out of here now. Go south as far as possible, try to get to China. I'm messaging the North Korean base now about this attack. Go, now! I'll try to hold these fighters off you for as long as possible..."

"A-alright, thank you."

"Give Raito my regards when you see him again, comrade."

[A fierce dogfight ensues between the four fighters as Nami parachutes out. The Tokyoni captain manages to destroy two of the incoming fighters before his aircraft becomes critically damaged and he too falls towards the ground below. A few thousand feet above the ground, he manages to pull his parachute.]

[Nami meanwhile lands safely on the ground below, about fifteen miles north of the border with China.]

"Head south..." she muttered to herself, pulling herself out of the parachute's restraints. "I have to head south..."

She stood up to begin running towards the south, only to look into the barrel of a gun pointed at her head. "Council Secretary Nami Matsuda..." the masked man spoke with a heavy Okinawan accent, much stronger than Nami's own light one, "My what a position you've secured for yourself. Your father would be so proud to see his daughter. Pity about what had to happen, though I heard Raito only gave you the position because of your parents' deaths... so really, you should be thanking me."

"You! You murdering scum!" Nami screamed, too furious to even think to be scared, "Why?! Why did you murder my parents?! They never did anything to you! They just wanted everyone to live in peace!"

"Your father's death was a necessary one in an attempt to keep Kira from assuming dictatorial power and destroying the freedoms it took two atomic bombs to secure for our land in the past. A regrettable but necessary act."

"You're an animal, get away from me!"

"Or what, you'll ask Raito to write my name in a book?"

"If you're going to kill me, just do it already! Better dead than talking to you."

"Well, unfortunately, Nami, we have need for your assistance in a matter of some great importance."

"F*** that! I'd never help you! I'd rather die!"

"Unfortunately for both of us, that's not an option right now, though I'll keep that in mind for future reference."

"I'd rather die than betray Raito!" she screamed, "I love him! You're going to have to kill me, because I'll never betray him!". With a swift movement, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a cyanide pill. "Raito, I'm sorry..." she whimpered, putting her hand towards her mouth.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" she screamed in pain, reflexively dropping the now bloodied pill to the ground as a bullet tore through her hand.

"Ever so sorry, Matsuda, but I can't have you dying on me just yet."

"Why... why are you doing this?!" she whimpered in agony, as she begin to feel faint from the blood loss. Whether he answered or not, she didn't know, for the world quickly grew dark and cold around her.

"Please let me have died..."



[Sakura TV ENGLISH: Good Morning Broadcast]

"Ohayou Gozaimasu. I am Yi-Sul Kim of Sakura TV. We've had a surprising number of responses to last week's episode, and after the morning news, shall display some of the better ones.

In national news, The Medical Incentive Bill has passed both Parliaments and been signed into law by the Premier. Accordingly, the position of Party Medical Director-General has been created, and has been awarded to Dr. Hirokishi of Osaka, who developed further research in the field of phage genetic manipulation for combating of many bacterial, viral, and fungal diseases. Dr. Hirokishi is expected to appear on a later broadcast of this show to describe his research.

Further, an executive decree recently issued by the Premier allows for a greater open-ness of Tokyoni to the outside world, allowing for the first time, long term residence to non-nationals and legalizing missionaries of foreign religions. Foreign Minister Suzuki has suggested that such policies will help open Tokyoni and its ideals to the greater world.

Now in, regards to response to the previous week's broadcast, here are two broadcasts from the nation of Wagdog regarding Miss Matsuda's prompt. Unfortunately Council Secretary Matsuda could not arrive in person, as she is presently in transit back to the PRT following a development of a military conflict in the nation she was stationed in. She is expected to arrive in Tokyo early this afternoon. The responses to her earlier prompt are here:

[Plays both messages]

[Returns to studios halfway through latter message abruptly.]

This just in..." Kim states looking obviously distressed, "We've received a transmission from a group claiming to be remnants of the 'Constitutionalist' terrorist group, claiming to have captured Council-Secretary Matsuda during her transit back to Tokyo. The ... Air Guard has ... confirmed ... that her aircraft was shot down during transit ... and contact with her was lost around ten miles north of the Russian border with China.

The Constitutionalists are demanding that we play the following streaming clip, or that comrade Matsuda may be killed. May Kira save her...

[Fades to staticy streaming video, in a dark room, the Constitutionalist banner in the background, several armed, masked figures, with Nami Matsuda forced to kneel in the center, facing the camera.]

[A man, clearly the leader, approaches the camera.]

"You may know of me as 'C', the organizer and leader of the campaign for liberty and democracy in Japan, resisting Kira's illegal and unethical, dictatorial regime from its very inception. While the present government has declared me officially dead, this too is but one tiny part of their large web of lies and fear they have placed over society.

As you can see, Nami Matsuda, daughter of the Diet Member who first attempted to launch Kira into political power, and personal favorite of the Premier himself, is now under our power. Our demands are simple... a fair and open election calling for the impeachment of the Premier, as guaranteed by the Post-War Constitution of Japan, and restoration of free and open capitalist democracy to our nation.

Kira, Nami's life is in your hands. Restore democracy in Japan, or she shall suffer as the countless millions under your oppressive regime have!"

Latican Imperium

The Latican Imperium regrets to inform your nation that if steps are not taken to completely eradicate all dissidence in your nation by the Constitutionalist then the Latican Imperium will have no choice but to send in the Fourth Imperial Trooper Group, this unit will consist of eight hundred thousand of the finest troops in the Imperium, and their stone resolve will be used to stabilize your government. You will be given a week to show us the necessary process to stabilize your region, if this means that the use of nuclear weapons, on your part, is used against South Korea, or any nation or area harboring Constitutionalists you will have the full support of the vast Latican Imperium. The Sixteenth and Twenty-Third Latican Naval Contingent will be moving to the eastern coast of the South Korean area. If these troops are killed or even minorly injured by any of your forces there will be a war, however this war will be that of tactical strikes, and your infrastructure will be spared in the first days of the war, unless deemed necessary. If the South Korean damage any of our ships then a start of war will be enacted, and if they are found guilty of harboring Constitutionalists there will be a genocide on the part of South Koreans on a scale of nearly one hundred percent. Stabilizing this area is your responsibility, think of us as your manager, we'll reward you when correct, and punish you when wrong.

To the East of South Korea

Captain Hernadez moved his two groups into a long line just four miles out from the East coast of the nation. "Sir, orders?" One of his young men asked him, he was a radio operator, his features were similar to a mouse, but his Guatemalan skin and accent made him different from the predominately Colombian crew, though this would not be a problem, since the Hondurans were the only ones that had ever been targeted by the Latican Imperium for extinction, (approximately 87% have been wiped out, the rest were either raised in Honduras and therefore not illegible for death, or fled.), so it was just a marker, and reason for his nickname, "Ciudad" after the name of their capital which most picked at as unoriginal.

"Ciudad, I want our two battleships to move within firing range of the coast and for a satellite uplink to begin giving us information on the coastal defenses. Move the three submarines to protect the battleships, and the six "Swiss" (name given to destroyers who have been modified to house a large amount of CIWS.) to maintain position, and our eight "Ash" (name given to cruisers who have been modified to house a large amount of AShM.) to begin setting up a blockade to the flanks of our battleships, but about a mile back. Keep the transports in the middle." As he ordered it was done.

ORBAT
16th Latican Naval Contingent

1 Iowa-Class Battleship
3 Swiss Destroyers
4 Ash Cruisers
3 Wolfpack Submarines


23rd Latican Naval Contingent

1 Iowa-Class Battleship
3 Swiss Destroyers
4 Ash Cruisers


83. Latican Naval Infantry Contort

6 Transport Carriers
2,000 Infantry
50 Neo-Panzer II-5D
18 Super Cobra Helicopters

The normally radiant Nami Matsuda had none of her normal shine. Her uniform had been replaced with a simple prison garb, itself in poor condition. It was not likely that the terrorists holding her had access to the best of equipment in this regard, and certainly would not give it to a prisoner even were it available. Her left eye was black and swollen, the taste of blood still in her mouth. But most of all, her spirit was broken. The young woman who just a day ago would have launched into a near tirade on the rationality and necessity of global socialist juche, now sat silently with her head down.

She'd cried a few tears already, as could be seen by the relatively cleaner trail they left upon her dirt-covered face, but now as weary for even that. Sitting with her knees up, she rested her head upon this, staring, simply staring at the ground below her. It was truly hopeless now, it seemed. After using her for whatever propagandist purposes they would attempt, the very same people who murdered her father would kill her, and she would never again stand by Raito's side to watch their political aspirations unfold.

If she was religious, she might have thought to pray, but aside from cultural veneration of family spirits as a small girl, she had no experience with religion. All she could manage was a faint whisper "キラは私を助いてくどさい。”　("Please save me, Kira.")

She closed her eyes, she didn't know how long. She must have fallen asleep from the sheer exhaustion of it all. Everywhere on her body seemed now to ache, and she'd barely been given enough food and water since she arrived, saying nothing of its quality. With a loud bang, the door to her cell flung open. Startled, she jumped to her feet.

Seeing a masked guard there, she tried to summon what she could of her strength to not appear weak before this enemy of the state. "What do you want of me?" she demanded.

"If it were up to me, madam, you wouldn't be alive right now... but we all have our orders." the guard stated. "In my case, my direct superior has requested an audience with you."

"Tell them I decline!" Nami muttered bitterly.

"Unfortunately, my dear, it's no longer up to you to decide." he chuckled briefly. "Think about it; in your state, you're no threat to me. One way or the other, you will see my commanding officer. Whether you cooperate, or I will have to resort to excessive force is entirely your decision."

"Fine!" Nami snapped, "Take me to see them... But Kira will strike you down for this!"

"Somehow that doesn't seem likely," the guard chuckled, grabbing Nami by the arm and pulling her harshly out of her cell. "Now come on!"

Resignedly, Nami nodded, walking along as best she could alongside the guard. Obviously he could easily physically overpower her, so one way or the other, she would end up seeing his superior. She might as well do what she could to avoid gaining any further injuries not for her own sake - she'd already resigned in her mind that she was likely good as dead - but for that of the state's honor. More than anything, she would not appear weak before the eyes of them that mocked Kira's government and the justice for which it stood.

Walking down the series of hallways, sometimes shoved along unreasonably by the guard, Nami eventually found herself in front of a locked door. From the small window on it, she could see enough to make out that there was a small table inside, with one chair on either end, and another door, presumably identical to the one she was standing behind, immediately opposite her.

Taking a key from his pocket, the guard unlocked the door before her, and motioned for her to enter. Not wishing to upset the brute any further, she complied, and as soon as she entered, he locked the door behind her; locking her within the room.

She waited for what seemed an eternity, just standing there, until the door opposite her creaked open. A relatively short figure, wearing a similar mask to the others, but from the markings on their uniform, someone obviously of high rank within the Constitutionalist group.

"Sit down, Councilwoman Mastuda," a deep voice, computer edited in sound commanded in a commanding, yet less harsh tone.

Nami simply nodded, taking the seat on her end of the table, as the masked figured did likewise. "Do you know why you are here?" the masked figure asked.

"I don't." Nami said simply, fighting hard to give into neither the terror that had been perpetually within her since she had arrived here, nor the outrage at what this person sitting across from her represented. But no, she would keep her composure... for the honor of the state.

"You are here because I sent for you." the masked figure stated. "You see, when our sentries spotted Tokyoni military planes flying overhead, we assumed you to be either a surveying or military operation. In either case, we could obviously not allow such a mission to continue, and so as standard procedure was to go, we shot your planes down. The pilots too had to be killed where possible, so they could not give away our position. The taking of a human life is not something I ever enjoy, but it was necessary to protect our own."

"Cut the bullshit!" Nami exclaimed, losing all her composure in a fit of furious agony "You're nothing but a group of terrorists and murderers! You murdered my parents simply because they had believed in peace and moderation! You are the lowest beings on the planet. At least have the honesty to admit to it!"

The masked figure shook their head, slowly taking off their mask to reveal an aged Japanese woman, about in her mid 80s. "Oh Nami," she said sadly, "I too grieved for your father's death. He was, as you say, a very good man; and it was my deepest pleasure to have met him all those years ago... The one who killed him was not I, nor any under my command. You must understand that in those days, our group was not very organized. Even now it is not. There are many different factions within the Constitutionalist cause, some more violent, and some more moderate. It was one of these extremist sects that was responsible for your father's death.

But I know my words must resound hollow to you, after what you have been through. Nami Matsuda, I can never expect you to forgive me for doing what I have done; your father was a truly wonderful person, and you are every bit his daughter. And I know you likely hate me for affiliating myself even indirectly with the man who did it.

But in these last hours of my life, Matsuda, I want to make things right. This room is soundproof, and from the angle of the windows, the guards cannot read our lips. I am dying, you see. I have developed heart disease; and while it might have been treated back in Tokyo for a few hundred thousand yen, our medical technologies are not sufficient to treat it. Our medic has given me but a few days yet to live. It would be the very height of selfishness to hoard but a few days of life to myself when one so young and innocent as yourself could be saved in my place."

"W-what are you saying?" Nami asked, changing her tone entirely, "This isn't a trick is it?"

"I will tell you what has happened," the woman spoke. "Tonight once more it has been arranged that you will appear on our broadcast to Sakura Television. But this time, it will be different. I have specifically demanded that while you remain bound, and your mouth gagged, your blindfold will be removed. I have told the others that the reason for this is for you to show your fear to all the world, but in reality, this is not the case.

Are you familiar with morse code?" the woman asked.

"Yes..." Nami nodded softly.

"My name is Sanako Tonishi." She stated. "You will blink the morse code for my name, and when you are finished, I will remove my mask on camera. That should be enough for you to be rescued."

"But!" Nami exclaimed, "Why are you doing this for me? How can I trust you? You're my enemy after all?"

"A mere ideological difference is no cause to lose sight of human dignity." Sanako stated, "I have lived a long life, Nami, and once was very much like yourself. Young, intelligent, dedicated to what I saw to be justice. We are not so very different, you and I, despite our differences in age and uniform. I am near the end of my life, and you still at the beginning of yours. Go, live your life to its fullest, comrade Matsuda. I only hope that some day, somehow you can find it in your heart to forgive me for doing what I had to do back then."

"Sanako..." Nami said tearfully, "It wasn't your fault. My parents died standing up for what is right. There is honor in that. And I see now that you were not responsible. Please forgive my indignities towards you. I have faith that Kira will one day avenge their deaths."

"Perhaps I was wrong about Raito," Sanako said shaking her head sadly, "He hasn't turned out to be such an evil ruler as I had though. Perhaps had your parents still been alive, the three of us could have met over a table of camaraderie. But that's not how fate decided things, so I must do my part to make the best of it. I know you will live on to do great things for the world, Nami. Please, no matter what uniform you wear, or flag you salute, simply promise me that you will always stay true to the cause of human dignity."

"O-of course." Nami said with a nod. "I... don't know if I can actually do this. I mean, taking your life."

"You must, Nami; it is the only way to live."

"Yeah, but... I mean, I don't know if I could actually kill someone... someone innocent I mean."

"This your duty, Nami. For your life, for your nation, you must. Your life is too valuable to lose."

"A-alright..." she said weakly.

"Now come," Sanako stated, putting her mask back on and standing. "It's almost time for the broadcast."

Standing up solemnly, Nami followed after her. A guard met her, quickly tying her wrists behind her, and gagging her mouth, but with Sanako's supervision, doing nothing to cover her eyes.

National Intelligence Agency, Tokyo

"This is unacceptable!" Raito exclaimed, slamming. "To think that those Constitutionalist bastards managed to overpower our sworn military forces and capture Comrade Matsuda! It's been nearly twenty-four hours. I've written every known name of all the Constitutionalists in this book, with the provision that Matsuda will be saved, yet nothing has occurred! We have NO names left! What are you incompetent fools doing?!"

"My Lord..." began one of the intelligence agents, "We're doing everything we can! We need more time!"

"I haven't slept all night!" Raito exclaimed, "And none of us will do until Matsuda is safely back in Japan! Is that understood?"

"Yes, Lord Kira..." the agent nodded, "But there's really nothing we can..."

"Silence! Back to work!" he demanded.

"Sir!" another agent shouted, entering the room. "My Lord," he said bowing, "The program is being sent to Sakura TV, to air in another hour. We're intercepting it right now. Should I play it in here!"

"Do it!" Raito barked.

Raito's heart skipped a beat as he saw the interior of his enemy's military base before his eyes, a guard reading off a speech of some form. He barely could even hear the individual words, much less read them.

As the guard stepped to the side, a new figure approached the camera, this time bringing Nami with them, a blindfold no longer covering the former's eyes.

"Premier Raito," began the masked, "Once more we present Nami Matsuda before you as part of our ultimatum. For too long have our factions struggled against the regime you have lead, one we perceived to be that of tyranny and oppression..."

"Comrade, look at Councilwoman Matsuda's eyes... She's blinking unnaturally, it could be a code..."

"Write it down!" one of the others demanded.

"Sa, na, ko, to, ni, shi. She keeps on repeating those syllables. It... It looks like a name sir. Sanako Tonishi. That must be the name of the person holding her!"

"Check the citizen database!" Raito ordered.

"Hundreds of results sir..." the operator at the computer stated sadly, "There's no way to tell which one is her, assuming she even provided her identity to us since our regime took over, which considering the circumstances of this is quite unlikely."

"Narrow it down!" Raito shouted, "I will not lose Comrade Matsuda when we are this close to saving her. I will not allow her life to be lost!"

Almost on queue, the woman on the television spoke. "And now, I bring my final declaration. I, like many watching this, was a citizen of Japan before Kira's election. I loved my country, and I served my country. And I wish once more to do so today."

Facing directly to the camera, she removed her mask, displaying her face. "I, as a citizen of sovereign Japan now face you fellow citizens, in hope that my words will save my nation in its time of need."

"Unbelievable!" one of the intelligence agents shouted. "We've done it!"

"Hand me my pen!" Raito shouted.

"Yes sir," another said with a salute, running over to him, handing over a small ballpoint pen.

Quickly, Raito wrote down the strokes "佐奈湖徒西”. following with specific instructions "Will be killed by a member of the Tokyoni Air Guard who kills all other Constitutionalists in compound and liberates Comrade Matsuda."

Holding his breath, he watched the camera.

Undaunted, the woman continued her speech. "Japan, this is your hour of need. I hope only that I am doing my part in saving the country that I have come to love so dearly."

"STOP IN THE NAME OF KIRA!" a voice shouted behind as several members of the Air Guard entered the room near the back of the screen. A few guards turned, stunned, as one shout a round right through Sanako's heart. A look of pain flashed in her eyes for a split second, as she fell to the ground, dead almost instantly.

A few of the Constitutionalist guards opened fire, but they were taken by surprise, and clearly outgunned. It was no difficult matter for the Air Guard members to overcome them. Quickly, one ran to Nami's side, untying her. Nami faced the camera, tears of both relief and sorrow running down her face.

"Arigatou Gozaimasu!" She shouted, turning towards the camera, and presumably Raito. "Arigatou Gozaimasu!" she gasped, turning towards the fallen Sanako.

"Matsuda, we have to go!" an Air Guardsman shouted. "There could be more of them soon!"

"Alright." she said softly, running after them out of the compound.

She followed them through a few hallways to the exit of the compound, which they had clearly stormed just moments before. A few military jets were waiting outside the compound, with Tokyoni insignia evident upon them.

"Get in!" shouted a pilot to Nami over the loud roar of the plane's engines. "We should have you back in Tokyo within an hour!"

As a ringing noise went off in his pocket, Raito picked up his phone.

"Raito, this is Air Guardscaptain Yamato. There's someone who wants to talk to you."

"Oh Raito, thank you!" Nami exclaimed, still choked up with tears, "I'll never forget this! I love you comrade."

"As do I comrade, as do I."

Staying on the phone a few seconds later, Raito added, "I'll see you when you land. Forgive me, but I have a few more calls to make."

"Oh, alright..." Nami said with a light laugh, her emotions still rather volatile within her.

Sakura TV English

"Ohayou Gozaimasu! I am Yi-Sul Kim of Sakura TV English. This morning a great story! Our valiant forces have defeated the terrorists holding Councilwoman Nami Matsuda hostage and have liberated her from their grasp. Matsuda is currently on a flight back to Tokyo as we speak, and is expected to land within the next five minutes.

I have been given exclusive knowledge that Premier Raito himself has headed to the airport to personally greet Comrade Matsuda as she arrives back safely in the capitol, after what was certainly a terrible ordeal.

To cover this event, we will go live to our news correspondent Keiko Mitori, who is standing by at Tokyo International Airport."

"Keiko Mitori here," the woman stated as the camera in front of her turned on, "And I think like most of our comrades around the world, I've only just now taken my first sign of relief, as the radar indicates that Councilwoman Matsuda's plane will be landing within three minutes. All commercial flights have been temporarily grounded to allow for the military planes carrying Matsuda to make use of this runway for her triumphal return.

For all those loyal to justice, this is a great day indeed. And, you can see now in the background that Raito's limo has just pulled up to the far edge of the runway, upon which Matsuda will soon be landing. He's gotten out of his car now. With but a minute to go prior to Comrade Matsuda's landing, we turn our cameras now to the runway."

[Cameras focus down the long runway, Raito's form standing on the close end, looking outward, his hair blowing in the wind.]

[Within seconds, a plane can be seen in the sky, quickly approaching and decreasing in altitude]

[With a roar and tremendous gust of wind, blowing the Premier's hair all over his face, and nearly taking off his jacket, the plane lands.]

[As the engines cool, Nami Matsuda rushes towards the Premier; the two embrace each other briefly before turning to face the camera.]

"Premier," Mitori said with a bow, addressing him, "Do you have any words to say regarding this historic occasion and symbolic victory of our people over Constitutionalist terrorism?"

"I give a salute to all members of the Air Guard, and all those bravely defending the Justice our nation has stood for, now, and in all of its time of need." Raito began, "And I give a salute to ..." he paused for a moment "Sanako Tonishi, a truly honorable woman who gave her life for our cause of justice.

And I will say it now, for it can wait little longer, and I believe with these events being what they were, I am left with little choice. I have felt a deep admiration for Comrade Matsuda, ever since I first heard of her. Though we first met under tragic circumstances, I have always observed her to be a deeply devoted, intelligent, loyal citizen of the state.

And I make now publicly my declaration that, should all things go according to plan, Comrade Matsuda shall be my future wife, and the woman who will stand by my side as I further usher in this new era of justice. The journey has not been easy for any of us, but we are all stronger for it.

Rejoice, now people of the world, in both Comrade Matsuda's destiny, and all of yours. And know now that, perhaps at last, brighter days are ahead for all of us."