NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC: This is sort of a substory of this thread; http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=574595 By the way, Glorie is French for 'Glory', aaccording to Yahoo! Babel Fish.))

Abraham Isle, Elijah Islands.
2:04pm, 30th November 2008.
The Local Parliament Buildings.

Mohammed sat down on the oak brown chair, as the attention of the others turned towards him. Following the Great Uprising yesterday, the infidels had been slaughtered for Allah. After the Uprising, the survivors, all Muslims, knew it was time to make the call.

"My comrades," began Mohammed, standing up. "Our Great Uprising yesterday was successful. The infidel dogs are dead, and the corrupted will never govern our holy isle again."

"This is our great home," spoke Mohammed. "We have overthrown the infidels, now we must do by command of Allah. Yesterday's Uprising was in the name of the true god."

"Now, we must learn to govern ourselves," Mohammed sipped his water. "We must found the Islamic State of Abraham Isle."

"We are independent from the infidel dogs!" boomed Mohammed. "The former governments raped this land, for the benefit of the Westerners! We are sovereign! We are true! We are Allah's State!"

The others clapped loudly, before thery broke into discussion on how to found the ISAI: Islamic State of Abraham Isle.

*

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A young, attrative woman is sitting down in the ultra-modern setting of EBC News, preparing to read out the news.

"Hello, I'm Alyona Benziri, and here is today's breaking news," she began.

The camera changes to a bid eye's view of the small Abraham Isle, with a white flag on the top right of the screen with the symbol of Islam in the flag's centre.

"The Abraham Isle, just after a coup d'etat led by Islamic fundamentalists, has declared itself an independence state," explained Benziri. "Yesterday, a Muslim led coup, more like a small revolution, resulted in the deaths of approzimately five hundred people, including Ishmael Aharon, a popular local politician who has been rumoured to have Prime Minister hopes."

"The new government of the isle is forged around the principales of an Islamic state, and, according to the Abraham Islander government, Abraham Isle is now an Islamic state," grimaced the woman.

"The government haven't issued a statement yet, but one is expected very soon," finished the woman. "EBC News will keep you updated on this and other stories from around the world."

"In other news, the hijacking of the Elijah Islander Airlines plane-"

((OOC: If you wish to play as Abraham Isle, create an account and telegram me, then I will inform on the status of the isle.))

[OOC: All I've got time for at the moment, hope it's OK; if there's any problems give me a TG. Also, is this the right thread for this kind of stuff now?]

"Roger Sierra seven-niner, you have permission to engage, out"

Those few words cast the fiery fate for so many below... The two Hryvatian JAS 39 Gripens immediately began to search for an appropriate target, and none were as appropriate as the newly captured parliament at the centre of Gonian. The two warplanes broke their patrol and formed up side by side, with Sierra Seven-Niner in the lead, and descended slightly on approach. They did not even require to be directly overhead; the force of the jets would continue to guide the bombs for some time, and sure enough a plethora of munitions began to drop from the bellies of the beasts. These were a cocktail of deadly bombs aimed at eliminating the leadership of the coup d'etat that Daniel had witnessed earlier; a selection of a dozen mark 82s, GBU 12 guided bombs and Bk.90 cluster bombs to deal with the armed personnel on the street.

The bombs landed with such a ferocity that the scene below was obscured by a sea of dust and flame for several seconds to the pilots. They didn't even circle to assess the damage.

"Command this is Sierra-Seven-Niner and escort, targets engaged, making for base, out"

On Abraham beach the Bellicus had began to withdraw to the safety of the Neprekidan Sudija with the wounded Daniel on board. Apart from the crew, he was all that was on board, as on the ground the marine team were already making their way towards town through whatever concealment was available; trees, shrubs, rocks. Surprise was their only option in the face of superior numbers.

*****

Grad Mia, Kingdom of Hryvatia

The Chancellor was once again surrounded by his cabinet. They didn't even prepare a communiqué to state that they did not recognize the Islamic state, that would be acknowledging their claim to sovereignty. No, the Kingdom could not tolerate such an aggressive, Islamic state so close to the Adriatic.

Things on Abraham Isle had appeared to get steadily worse throughout the night, and he and his senior government were preparing a speech to the government. They were preparing a request for full deployment on Abraham Isle, an action that would establish a de facto state of war with the unrecognised Islamic Republic; requiring the consensus of Parliament.

((OOC: Cheers. By the way, what do you mean by 'is this the right thread for this kind of stuff now?

Abraham Isle, Elijah Islands.
2:41pm, 30th November 2008.
The Local Parliament Buildings.


The Parliament Buildings were destroyed instantly, along with everybody in them. They were going to Paradise, according to Asif Bin Asif, the new Defence Minister of the Islamic State. Luckily for him, he had been on the outskirts of the isle, teaching the younger comrades how to fire their AK-47s.

"It's the Hryvatians," declared Asif. "They are the only infidel dogs who would dare attack the Islamic State."

The younger soldiers heistated. Clearly, they hadn't prepared for a bombing on the same hour they had declared independence. They had nearly killed that certain infidel, if their H&Ks hadn't run out of ammunition.

"I declare myself Prime Minister of the Islamic State of Abraham Isle," spoke Asif. "Whoever does not agree, speak here now."

"Good, nobody has the balls to speak up," thought Asif, smiling.

"My first act as Prime Minister is that the Abraham Islander Air Force will seek after the aircraft which has destroyed Parliament," ordered Asif, resulting in grimaces from the soldiers. The Air Force was approzimately two stolen fighter craft. "This operation will be a kamikaze operation, codenamed 'Serpent'."

OOC: I may have missed it, but do you have any info on the Elijah Islands government? Just so as I know whether my government should give a monkey's or not ;)

OOC: I may have missed it, but do you have any info on the Elijah Islands government? Just so as I know whether my government should give a monkey's or not ;)

((OOC: The Eljah Islands government is a semi-presidental federation, with a representative democracy. It generally has a sensible approach to issues, and has virtually no corruption.

The ruling party is the Democratic Party, a centrist party, with the opposition provided by the Socialist Party, a leftist party. Elections happen every 2 years.))

((OOC: The Eljah Islands government is a semi-presidental federation, with a representative democracy. It generally has a sensible approach to issues, and has virtually no corruption.

The ruling party is the Democratic Party, a centrist party, with the opposition provided by the Socialist Party, a leftist party. Elections happen every 2 years.))

OOC: Needs more centre-right. But yeah, I'll see what I can think of when it comes to my government's response.

Svalyian Royal House
9:00am
November 30, 2008

“Damn!” It was the first words Svalyian President Brock Kilias had said that day.

“There calling it Abraham Isle?” He had awoken to the news that an Islamic state had been created in the Elijah Islands after the slaughtering of so many innocents.

“Yes sir” replied Desiderius Johann the President’s loyal advisor “They have declared their independence and trouble is allready starting to brew in the area”

“They’ve attacked?” said Kilias with alarm.

“No sir Hryvatia has bombed their so-called Parliament Buildings. Violence is steadily escalating”

“We must do something...”

A Pause

“The Svalyian people MUST NOT know we’re involved...It would ruin my presidency. I do not want to be know as an advocator for anti-religious freedom”

“Well sir there’s always Vironir”

Yes...that’s exactly what he’ll do....Vironir


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Gregory Vironir smiled as he squeezed the trigger ending the life of his supper at near to a thousand yards. He was an excellent shot...a fact this deer won’t soon forget. He jumped as his phone vibrated in his pocket...he hadn’t been called in almost a year. It was a text message:

TO: Gregory Vironir
FROM: Brock Kilias

This will be interesting He thought.

You are to report to the port city of Siliais. We have an assassination mission for you. Target is a man who goes by the name Asif. I trust you will report soon.

Vironir smiled. Always to the point. He grabbed his rifle and a few other supplies and set out for Siliais.

((OOC: Applause for Svaylia!))
IC:

Avavi, Elijah Islands.
3:18pm, 30th November 2008.
Defence Minister's Office.

Hadara Gurion was worried. The Abraham Isle had declared independence, and had become an Islamic state. Her large office walls, deemed with pictures, seemed distant now, as she thought deeply on what was to be done.

They were having the Koset ready, the chief special forces branch of the Armed Forces. Hell, the Counterparts were being readied down at Blue Sea Beach. The Counterparts wasn't offically part of the military, and only the Prime Minister, herself and her advisors knew they existed.

There was no point putting an entire division into this, she knew. The Hryvatians had kindly wiped out 50% of the remaining population, yet military action wouldn't be frowned upon. And the Armed Forces did want to flex their muscles to the world, and particulary to Hryvatia.

((OOC: I'm thinking what to do here.))

(OOC: Mind if I come in with a tenious link between the Abraham Isle and my own back door Islamic Terrorists, the Azilstani Workers Party? It doesn't have to be a true link, just an insinuation that quickly gets me to help out.)

{(OOC: Thanks Elijah!)}

IC:


8 Hours Later
Somewhere in the countryside of Abraham Island...


Vironir couldn’t help but smile about just how well his insertion into Abraham Island had been. It had been only 8 hours since he received the text message.

He’d covered the 10mile stretch between his home and Siliais very quickly in his personal humvee (The Svalyian infantry division had given it to him for his outstanding service). When he arrived at the town there was a propeller plane and rather annoying rookie pilot there to fly him to a neighboring Island for transport onto Abraham.

“Fat chance of that” he chuckled softly. When they had gotten close to the island in the air Vironir had announced his intention to jump out of the plane and swim to the shore. The pilot had yelled at him to wait until they had landed at take the boat.

I never did like relying on others he thought as he recollected the surprised look on the young pilot’s face when he suddenly jumped out of the plane.

After he had swam to shore he found a native fisherman going about his daily duties and had knocked him over the head and took his clothes.

“Good thing it is warm today” he laughed. He found an abandoned farm house nearby and set it up as his base of operations. He would stay here next to a small town he discovered to find out any information on his target.

This Asif doesn’t stand a chance

Indawé, Kontaréa Autonomous Republic, Kirav, Kiravian Empire

The flag of Abraham Island was painted on faces, picket signs, and, to the distress of city authorities, buildings.

A group of Indo-Aryan Kiravians were chanting wildly in Arabic. Imported from their native country of Tartarystan to pacify the belligerents of an ethnic war, the Indo-Aryans made up Kirav's second-largest non-Coscivian ethnic group, and the majority of her Muslim population.

The Coscivian and Kontar'i residents on the streets payed them little mind. The only sign of interest was a local news station's camera crew conducting a short narrative.

But in Kontaréa, where the libertarian Coscivian settler-state could barely generate the revenue to hire enough police, there was no telling where the money of a sympathiser might go, or which flag a young, disenfranchised immigrant would choose to fight under.

Abraham Isle, Elijah Islands.
5:48pm, 1st December 2008.
Abraham Islander Aerospace.


The two stolen F-16s soared through the air, currently the entire Abraham Islander Air Force. The two pilots were fantics, recruited from Afghanistan by the founders of the ISAI, the Islander Islamiic League (IIL).

As the planes neared the Hryvatian planes which had killed their brothers literally, they knew their mission.

Kamikaze.

Leaving Arbaham Aerospace

Žiga had drifted off into such deep thought that as the ping, ping, ping of his Gripen's head down display marked the two approaching F-16s, he couldn't quite remember what the noise signified. It was not long before the Neprekidan Sudija had picked up the two jets as well, and before Žiga had time to confirm the aircraft with his wingman his radio buzzed into life:

"Recon party Charlie, you have two fighters approaching your six, neutrality unknown, confirm your location, over"

Žiga craned his neck over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the two quickly approaching dots,

"This is Sierra-Seven-Niner, we're about three klicks off of your position, bearing two-five-six, over"

"Sierra-Seven-Niner relay permissions to unidentified aircraft, over"

"Roger that Sudija, Uhhh... I think they're Elijahn jets... F-16s... over and out"

Žiga glanced down at his console and flicked up a couple of bulky switches, deactivating the encrypted comms with the Neprekidan Sudija in order to raise the two F-16s on radio.

"Elijahn air patrol, this Hryvatian Recon party Charlie, we have authorization to operate within Abraham aerospace. Please state your intentions, over"

He quickly flipped the two switches back into place and glanced back over his shoulder at the now fully visible jets,

"Sierra-Four-Five this is Sierra-Seven-Niner, I don't like those two coming up our tails, prepare for a hard bank on my mark if they don't identify themselves" There was a short pause before the radioed response,

"Roger that Seven-Niner"

Žiga once again returned to his console and flicked the switches once more, adjusting his helmet's mic slightly to make sure he was clear,

"Elijahn air patrol, this Hryvatian Recon party Charlie..."

Abraham Isle, Elijah Islands.
7:23pm, 1st December 2008.
Abraham Islander Aerospace.


"Allāhu Akbar!" screamed one of the pilots into his headset, and in a few instants he was about to hit one of the Hryvatian aircraft.

"Allāhu Akbar!" repeated the second pilot, heading for the other aeroplane.

Both men, by the name of Mahmoud and Khali, would have been dignosed with liver cancer, after many a night breaking Allah's Laws to 'calm themselves' if they had visited a local hospital.

Too bad they didn't care at the moment.

[OOC: LOL, I'm going to have to describe the F-16s positions a little to make their kamikaze possible]

Abraham Maritime Border

The two F-16s were now flying stably above and to the right of Recon party Charlie, still maintaining a relatively safe distance whilst being out of shot. This would've been all right, had the two jets identified themselves...

From his cockpit Žiga fiddled with the switches as best he could to broadcast on all frequencies and make sure he was heard, as their currently un-aggressive stance suggested they simply hadn't received the transmission. He looked over his shoulder once more, now in sight of the pilots themselves, and began to sign his possible radio malfunction. The too F-16 pilots didn't respond, although from the movement of their cheek-bones behind their respirators Žiga presumed they too were trying to establish comms. Little did he know they were actually saying their final prayer...

"Allāhu Akbar!"

The joint screams echoed in Žiga's head as the radio crackled to life. The two F-16s immediately and violently banked left, hauling themselves at Recon Party Charlie. The first of the bogies cut straight through Žiga's wingman at an oblique angle in a burst of flame and metal, prompting Žiga to suddenly bank as planned as the other F-16 missed him by centimetres, with the force of his draft shaking the fighter and dragging it down several meters. Stray debris from the now fireball behind Žiga that once was his wingman peppered his right wing, and not before long the pilot found himself wrestling with his stick to bring the aircraft back under control and recover from the bank turned dive.

"...####... Ah####" came the static over the radio,

"####... is Sierra-Seven-Niner, bogies have collided with Four-Five, I've lost control of my dive, over!"

The bridge of the Neprekidan Sudija was a sudden scene of movement as personnel instinctively ran to their stations, with Captain Škoro leaning right over the console before him towards the radio mic,

"Roger that Seven-Niner, bail and we'll pick you up, out"

Jakov released the transmission button on the console and turned to bark orders at his bridge staff,

"Track that remaining bogey, prepare to fire the Crotale!"

[OOC:NO TSRT, just NO. You don't have to ruin every decent roleplay by mounting an invasion of colossally disproportionate numbers. Although this is marked [open] and is ultimately up to Elijah, the Mediterranean Sea is a region of capped, realistic populations, and I think I can safely say the rest of us are not interested in population powergames. Sorry!]

[OOC:NO TSRT, just NO. You don't have to ruin every decent roleplay by mounting an invasion of colossally disproportionate numbers. Although this is marked [open] and is ultimately up to Elijah, the Mediterranean Sea is a region of capped, realistic populations, and I think I can safely say the rest of us are not interested in population powergames. Sorry!]

OOC: This is not your RP, we'll see what Elijah says. If he does not want me in, he can just say so and I'll quietly delete this and the other post.

Although I fail too see how I am using 'colossally disproportionate' numbers when there are other invasions that mount millions of men in one go.

Although I fail too see how I am using 'colossally disproportionate' numbers when there are other invasions that mount millions of men in one go.

[OOC:Have you even read both roleplays that this relates to? Your dealing with tens, at very most a couple of hundred of insurgents armed with small arms, that have already been halved by two Hryvatian Gripens... Either way there's only two ways into the Mediterranean Sea region, and both of those are through other nation's sovereign territory.]

OOC: Guys, in all honesty, this is an operation where you would hardly need more that 500 troops. Abraham Isle is struggling as it is, and by sending more than 2,000 troops you're pretty much dogpiling.

For example, I'll be sending a carrier battlegroup soon whose entire purpose will be to look threatening while not doing anything.

Also, Vietnam, you've got your facts wrong. The government of Elijah Islands is hardly struggling and even if it was those of us in the region would prop it up. Only one island has seceded, and the Islands have quite a few islands.

And to repeat, the OMG GIGANTIC SMASH NAO forces are unnecessary. Totally unnecessary.

OOC: Thank God someone said something...I'm pretty tired of working hard to think of a colorful and imaginative response to my role plays just to have someone come in and send thousand of troops to deal with a situation. You can be more creative than that you know....Thanks Hryvatia.

((OOC: Red Tide, 100,000 men? You do realise that Abraham Isle is just twelve dozen fundamentalists armed with spare AKs, right? No.
Vietnam Empire, the Elijahs are perfectly fine, minus a dispute over the education budget and this Abraham Isle issue. Notice how the Elijah Islander government haven't deployed anything yet?
Toopoxia, by my guest.))

Avavi, Elijah Islands.
5:06pm, 2nd December 2008.
The Defence Minister's Office.

"Shit," Hadara thought aloud. "Shit."

The Defence Minister had reason enough to swear; the damned fundamentalists had did a kamikaze on Hryvatian aircraft. Those utter bastards had just thrown the Elijahs into possible major tensions with Hryvatia. And maybe, if the Hryvatians didn't take it well, war.

"Talk to the Hryvatians, arrange an emergency meeting if we fucking have to," ordered Hadara Gurion. "This is big."

*

To: Hryvatian Chancellor.
From: Elijah Islander Defence Minister, Hadara Gurion.
Subject: Abraham Islander Kamikaze.

Dear sir,

You have probably been notified that Abraham Islander aircraft just comitted a 'kamikaze' operation on Hryvatian aeroplanes, who were in the area. We send our deepest condolences to the families and friends of the lost, and to the Hryvatian nation.

The Abraham Islander threat has been increasing, and these attacks have brought it to breaking point, and we give full authorisation for Hryvatia to attack the Abraham Isle if it wishes to.

We can confirm that the Elijah Islander Air Force, Elijah Islander Armed Forces or the Elijah Islander Government had no involvement whatsoever with these attacks, and hope Hryvatia agrees.

Yours Sincerly,
Hadara Gurion.
Defence Minister of the Elijah Islands.

The outskirts of Abraham Isle...

Yes! This was it! Vironir sat on a softly rolling hill overlooking a small clearing. It was not empty as the three or so more he’d searched this morning but was occupied by around 15 people in deep concentration.

This must be the camp that slobbering drunk had mentioned!! Late last night he had been sitting in a bar fishing for information leading him to his target when he overheard a noisy boisterous man yelling in a back corner.

“I signed up right then and there!!! And you know what? Asif himself taught us to shoot the AK’s!” Vironir had asked the man to go to the back to play a private game of cards with the promise of more liquor if he complied.

To bad that was the last drink that sorry bastard would pour down his gullet he smiled. After he had received his information he had cut the man’s throat and left him behind the bar. He couldn’t afford to not tie up lose ends.

But he had finally found what he was looking for.

He peered down onto the clearing with his binoculars, and pulled up a picture of his target on his phone. It didn’t take him long to recognize Asif as the man teaching the others how to load the AK-47 he held in his hands.

“Piece of cake...” This was what he had been waiting for. He drew his trained eye up to the scope of his Falcon 12.7 mm Sniper Rifle...put the crosshairs right between Asif’s eyes...and pulled the trigger.

((OOC: Svalyia, just as a little pointer, these guys are Islamic. They don't drink. Well, most of them.))
IC:

"The AK-47 is by far the most-" started Asif, before a bullet jumped through his head.

He collasped instantly, blood oozing out of his skull, to the horror of the recruits. This was their first day, and seeing the Prime Minister dying again wasn't exactly what they hoped for. No, they wanted to serve Allah, but how could they without training.

"By Allah," whispered one of the younger, more 'crazy' of the recruits, before bringing a gun to his head.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Stillness.

{(OOC: Completely slipped my mind…I’m not a Muslim myself and just forgot about that area of their culture. My apologies.)}

IC:

“What the…” The horror of the scene that unfolded in front of Vironir had stopped the trained killer in his tracks. He had already prepared to take out the other men surrounding his target to cover his retreat but he never expected this. Survival is a skill he had spent many long, hard days in basic training back home trying to master and to see these men take their own lives just because their leader is killed…

I have to move. He needed to get to a safe area and away from where the shot was fired…sniper rule number one. As soon as it was safe he would contact his superiors and receive his next order…if there was one.

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Svalyian Royal House
11:20 a.m.
December 3, 2008

Brock Kilias poured over a pile of pages that made up the new interstate commerce act that was currently under debate in the Legislative Assembly across town.

“I’ve got news!” Desiderius burst through the door with a wide smile on his face.

“Thank God. This pile of rambling crap that does nothing for our nation is burning a hole through my brain.”

“Asif’s been eliminated. Vironir believes that the threat on Abraham Island has been neutralized.”

“What has led him to this conclusion?”

Desiderius was silent.

“What is it?!?” Kilias was shocked at the look on his face.

“The men around him when he was shot killed themselves…I don’t think these insurgents can thrive without their leader.” Kilias turned and walked toward the window behind his desk.

“Keep Vironir in there” he said with a firm inflection “I don’t think their finished quite yet.”

“Yes sir.”
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Abraham Island

Vironir gritted his teeth. He HATED reconnaissance work. He was a killer…not a spy. But yet his orders had been clear: lay low and keep your ears open until further orders.

“Ugh” I hate this damn island!

[OOC: Just a little something 'cause I'm bored. Also I'm planning on roleplaying the movements of my squad of marines, although I don't have any clue as to what level of resistance is left. Could you give a quick sitrep?]

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Breaking News: Warship deployed to Elijahn Federation

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The Hryvatian warship deployed yesterday afternoon
has been confirmed to be a Renesansa class Frigate.

MIA, HRYVTIA: The Vlada Kraljevina Hryvátija has confirmed that yesterday at approximately five pm, HMS Neprekidan Sudija was diverted from Mediterranean Sea operations to be deployed within the Elijahn Federation in the breakaway province of Abraham Isle. The Predsjednik Obrane Kraljevina Hryvátija (Ministry of Defence) has stated that the Neprekidan Sudija will maintain a purely defensive operational role in cooperation with local Elijahn military authorities.

"We have no intention to launch aggressive actions against Elijahn insurgents unless it is deemed appropriate" Andrija Žaknić, Prime Minister of Defence

The Vlada is yet to release a statement considering the welfare of the isle's non-Muslim citizens, after rumours have surfaced that they have been systematically cleansed. Local television from the newly proclaimed Islamic Republic has began to broadcast a video of what appears to be two JAS 39 Gripens, the principal air-superiority fighter of the Kingdom, bombing the local parliament. Preliminary reports suggest that the majority of the minutes old rebel government was destroyed in the strike, prompting the remaining armed insurgents to resort to guerilla warfare should a full assault be launched. Once again, no statement concerning the bombing has been released by the Vlada, other than that the confirmation of the exact parameters of the ongoing Elijahn operation at this moment in time would compromise the security of the military personnel involved.

Although a plan of action concerning the Islamic insurgency in the Elijahn Federation has yet to be released, it is expected that such aggressive actions so close to the Kingdom will not be tolerated and will provoke a serious Hryvatian response. Currently, mission aims concentrate on 'containment', reiterating that the Islamic Republic is not regionally recognized as an independent state and thus holds nothing more than a de facto sovereignty. Officially, the Islamic Republic has been classified as a 'terrorist organization' and therefore any human rights legislation agreed upon by Hryvatia will not applicable in the event of future conflict.

Read the full story at http://feed.hina.hr/en/2709351.stm

View in: Hryvátijan | Elliniká | English
© Hryvátija Izvještajna Novinska Agencija, MMVIII

((OOC: There's probably about twenty people left on the isle, mostly starving and going mad. A squad of Elijah Islander Army could take them out. Probably. Anyway, it's Elijah Islander. How did you get Elijahn, me wonders?
Svalyia, don't worry. The entire reason I knew that fact was because I was reading The Teeth of the Tiger, Tom Clancy.))

Abraham Isle, Elijah Islands.
5:50pm GMT, 5th December 2008.
Outside the Grand Mosque.

The five men, each tied to one tree, were pale. Their skin was starting to look much like snow, much like the kind the British Broadcasting Corporation had reported on earlier that week. Not that Ahmed cared.

"Thank you," smilec Ahmed, grabbing the Desert Eagle which Mohammed had offered him.

A stolen television camera was pointed at him, and it was quite lucky that Ahmed was a great public speaker. Especially whenever he was given the chance to kill infidel dogs. Even better when one of them was a certain Hryvatian citizen, captured while he was touring the isle.

"My comrades," began Ahmed. "I am proud to call myself an Abraham Islander citizen and a member of the Islamic Party. I declare myself Prime Minister of Abraham Isle, despite the deaths of my comrades before me."

"These infidel dogs denu Allah and Mohammed," spoke Ahmed, holding up his gun. "They are nonbelievers, and the Islamic State will not tolerate them! Especially when one of them is from the Great Satan, Hryvatia."

He moved towards the young Hryvatian man, who was keeping his cool, somehow.

"Do you reconigse Allah as the One God and Mohammed as his Messenger?" asked Ahmed, bringing the gun to the young man's face.

"No," replied the man, in a matter-of-fact tone.

Ahmed fired his magizine into the man's voicebox, killing him. Then, after reloading, launched one into his groin.

"I declare Abraham Isle a new nation," began Ahmed. "We christian it the Soviet Islamic State of Abraham Isle, the SISAI! Glory be to Allah!"

The others stared at him. Was he mad?"

"Communism is Allah's Way," explained Ahmed. "The nationalization of industries and freedom id what Allah wished for the world. Our children will grow to worship Allah and believe in Communism as Allah's Way."

((OOC: The fundmentalists have gone mental with starvation and lack of hope. Don't judge me. :p))