NationStates Jolt Archive

Civil Rights of Arab Citizens in Question

Emilio Sotelo, left-wing strongman and leader of the military junta that has controlled the Commonwealth of Confedracia for three years now has recently come under international scrutiny for a series of acts passed last September that deprived the many Confedracian citizens of Arab descent of basic civil rights.

Many of these “anti-arab” laws are just now being put into effect as last week the Confedracian special forces (ostensibly Sotelo’s personal police force) seized the homes and businesses of 2,000 Arab families. While the state of civil rights in the Commonwealth are already questionable, this new offense is sure to provoke a response.

When questioned on his actions, President Sotelo replied that: “These Arabs are guests in our country. They have always been such. They have never become truly Confedracian, and can never be truly Confedracian. Why then should they share in the prosperity that our glorious revolution has brought to the people?”

When pressed further, the President became agitated and left the interview.

It saddens us to see opression. We know no nation is perfect and it can never truly be eradicated, but we hope the Government would do the right thing and not do these terrible actions. These people have committed no crime.

Truly,
Marina Swai
Foreign Officer to the Federation of Maayastan

The Presidential Palace, Nueva Colon

“Your Excellency,” came the voice of General Largo Cortes, the Minister of Defense. “Your special forces have confiscated nearly a billion dollars worth of property from these traitors.”

The General seemed pleased with himself as he read off the figure. A heavyset man with a thick black mustache, it was rare that he seemed pleased with anyone or anything.

Emilio Sotelo, for his part a thinner middle-aged man, remained frowning, drawing on his cigar and sipping a cup of coffee.

“It’s a start,” he rumbled. “But it doesn’t fix the problem.”

“What do you want to do papa? Kill them?”

This was the voice of Sotelo’s son, Alonso, the chief of his father’s bodyguard.

“I’d do it,” he continued. “But I don’t know if we have enough bullets for these rats.”

“Why waste the bullets?” scoffed Cortes.

The President sank back into his chair.

“They’re a drain on the nation. They haven’t taken to our great reforms like the rest of our people. It’s because they aren’t our people. They’ve been here for hundreds of years and they are still strangers.”

“Then get rid of them, papa.”

Sotelo stroked his beard, and breathed in heavily.

“It’s a question of how to do it best, my son.”

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To: The Government of Confedracia.
From: Prime Minister Asif Al-Assad.
Subject: Arab Citizens Rights.


Dear sir/ma'am,

The Empire is disgusted and disturbed by your nation's restriction of Arab citizens rights. As a mainly Arab nation ourselves, we feel that this is nothing more than racism, something which the Empire condemns vigoursly.

For now, we are withdrawing all Qaitian subjects in your nation, and may consider further action later. However, military action will never be used.

I hope your nation ends these restrictions very soon.

Yours Sincerly,
Prime Minister Asif Al-Assad.

Message to Da Kommonwelth of Confederacia.
From Goblin Kokkrat.

Da Goblins unnerstand yah got a bunch a humies yeh lookin' tah get rid of, me an' mah boyz is looking tah pay yah 'andsomely fuh each male of breedin' age, ah stock 'as recently as nah bekum watered, so we needz da new 'umies to breath some of deh life bakk inneh da good ol' Humie slave, wuzzis yah say? good deal?

Kokkrat!

(OOC: >_< you're a Kommonwelth not a Konfederacy.)

Encrypted Message to the Commonwealth of Confedracia

From the Parthian Foreign Ministry


Greetings,

I understand that you possess a 'problem.' An Arab problem, to be precise. If you desire to be rid of such a problem, I would like to propose a small suggestion: let us take your problem off your hands. Send them to Parthia, all you must do is load the passengers on suitable vessels, deposit them in the port of Chah Bahar, and we shall take care of matters from there.

If indeed our offer is accepted, we will require only a small amount of information. First, we must know how many of them you intend to deport to our nation, and second, we would like, if possible to recieve medical history for as many of the Arabs as possible, for our own uses.

If our offer, as a whole is acceptable, let us begin preparations to solve your crisis once and for all.

-Foreign Minister, Lord Sassan Savadkouhi

“It would be easier to kill them, papa.”

Alonso sat before his father’s desk. The President, for his part stood by the window, overlooking the bay. Smoke from his cigar wreathed his mustachioed face.

“There’s 50,000 Arabs in this country. What do they contribute to us? To Confedracia?”

“Nothing, papa. But it would cost us a fortune to deport them.”

“We could get them to pay for it,” chimed in General Cortes.

“Who, the Arabs?” asked the President. The General laughed.

“I was thinking the nations offering to take them off our hands. Making the Arabs pay for it might be more entertaining, though.”

Sotelo smiled.

“You’re a cruel man, Cortes.”

He paced back to his desk, and smothered his cigar in a crystal ashtray.

“But you make a valid point. It will be difficult to move them all out of the country, and it would cost a fortune. The problem is thinning their numbers, so they won’t make trouble.”

“We can move enough of them, and mop up the scraps,” suggested Cortes, taking a seat before the President.

“My thoughts exactly. Alonso, could we move 10,000 of them? 5,000?”

“Ten thousand is a lot, papa. We could do it, but we’d need to use the army.”

He walked over to the desk and began scrutinizing a map of the country.

“We could clear them out of the capital easily. And the coastal region in the south. That would free up living space for our own people as well. The nation might even make money from that. The Arabs haven’t used the land there for much of anything in years.”

Sotelo placed a fresh cigar between his lips and nodded.

“Start drawing up the plans. Cortes, I’m going to leave it to you to execute.”

Alonso looked up at his father with an expression of confusion.

“Papa, the special forces are my jurisdiction.”

Sotelo nodded as he lit his cigar.

“They are, but this job is bigger than the Special Forces. And I need you for other things.”

Cortes nodded.

“It will be done, Mr. President.”

Sotelo nodded and walked towards the door. Alonso followed him out.

“Papa, what is this?” he asked, as they walked down one of the polished corridors of the Presidential Palace. “Those are my men. You’re giving them away.”

“Cortes is one of my trusted men, Alonso. He won’t misuse them.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“After the deportation is underway, we’ll have other matters to think about. I’ll need you by my side then.”

Sotelo stopped walking and put his hand on his son’s shoulder.

“One day, my son, you will succeed me as President. The people will look to you to guide our revolution. You will have to be strong, and you have to learn how to guide our beloved nation now, while there is time.”

Alonso turned his eyes away.

“Let me go with Cortes, papa. I don’t trust that man. Let me keep an eye on him for you.”

Sotelo’s eyes darkened.

“Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? Your place is elsewhere.”

He removed his hand and walked off down the hall. Alonso shook his head and followed.

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encrypting…

To His Excellency, Foreign Minister Sassan Savadkouhi,

His Excellency, the President, has heard your offer and is interested in discussing the details with your government. However, it can of course be guessed that such a mass transport of people will be quite costly, and we humbly ask if your nation, if it is indeed interested in obtaining these undesirable elements, is willing to cover the costs of transportation. We have heard rumors of your nation’s past dealings with deported populations, and we are certain that your government would find numerous uses for 7,000 unwanted. Arabs. Medical histories for all of these individuals can of course be provided, as per your request.

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encrypting…

To the Great Kokkrat,

His Excellency, the President has reviewed your offer and has decided that it would be possible to provide you with two-thousand Arab males suitable to your designs. We would be required to charge a price of ten-thousand dollars per individual deported to cover the costs of transportation. Do you find this acceptable?

Message to Da Kommonwelth
From Da Great Kokkrat

Wud it be possible ter lowa da price if we ah sent mah own transpord? say, two an' ah 'alf gran' per humie instead? Weh'd gladly take a good two... uh three hunnerd if yah took dis offa.

Iffen ya don', we'd take a good fiffy or hunnerd 'umies, me an' mah boyz 'ope dat yah 'Gree with us ova dis revised deal, kuz if ya do we'd spread da good word dat yah ah good tradaz, and den we'd both 'ave a partna fuh lifez.

Kokkrat!

To: The Desk of the President of Confedracia

We would be happy to cover the costs of deportation for any and all Arabs deported to us, or, alternatively, would provide transportation assets to ensure the smooth deportation of your undesireable elements from your nation to ours. Equally, we can also provide other means to ensure deportation occurs as planned without the resistance of the Arab population. It is understandable if the need to control the population during deportation procedures becomes great, and as such, we can provide security forces to maintain order and keep the Arabs in line while deportation occurs.

Without a doubt however, payment for transportation costs can be arranged, please inform us if there are any further needs from your government to ensure the policy can be carried out.

-Lord Sassan Savadkouhi

(OOC: Check your telegrams please.)

To: The Government of Confedracia

We find it appaling that you would take Allah's people and treat them like this. You will surely regret this action.

Stop now, or face His wrath.


Signed,
Citizen X.

To: the Conredracian Government

We find what you are doing is nothing short of Genocide and Destroying a Culture. What is gained in Genocide? What is gained in destroying a Culture that is rich in many ideas? why? Because it is Greed that Drives your evil of killing and Blood letting.

We warn The Nations of Confedracia to stop their Genocide or face a world that is against Genocide.

PS: We are a nation of Furries :P

To His Excellency, Lord Sassan Savadkouhi,

After reviewing your message, His Excellency President Sotelo has concluded that it would be wise to request that your government provide the needed transportation assets for the deportees. We are both aware of the international community’s prevailing interventionist, idealist attitudes and His Excellency believes that vessels and aircraft bearing the Parthian standard will be less likely to fall under the scrutiny of other meddling nation states than our own transport assets.

His Excellency also appreciates your concern for the smoothness of the deportation procedures, but is certain that Confedracian security forces will be able to maintain order. The presence of foreign soldiers in the Confedracian homeland would likely not be received well by our people, and we are certain that your government understands. We assure you that when your ships pull into the port of Baracoa, your new Arabs will be waiting.

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To the Great Kokkrat,

His Excellency has reviewed your revised offer and is pleased to accept. For the price of 2,500 dollars per individual, three-hundred suitable Arab males will be deported to your territories.

Indeed, we are quite aware of the problems associated with the international community's self righteous attitude towards behavior of sovereign nations. As such, we will be most pleased to provide for transportation ourselves. It is understandable to be against the presence of foreign military forces, though, we simply wish to put forward the fact that they can be called upon if needed and are by no means offended that it is deemed their presence is unecessary at this time.

As of now, I have ordered the dispatch of 10 freighters from the port of Chah Bahar to pick up the Arab refugees as needed. Further, costs associated with placing them on the vessels will be covered as needed.

It is a pleasure doing buisness,
Lord Sassan Savadkouhi

Cavalon, Capital of the Telrosian Empire. 3:00 AM.

Alexis Darsin, Emperor of the Imperium and the fourth to take on that name, sat at his desk, finishing up a proposal to send to the Imperial Congress. He had a stack of reforms he was planning on pushing through Congress to return a lot of the power to the people, modernize the Empire, and make the country a part of the global world. This would bring new prosperity to the nation and forever secure the people even more under his office. He put down the last line and then set it on the pile of papers next to him, rubbing his eyes. He was staying up very late these days to get all the work he wanted to do done, but he had too much to do. Sighing, he sat back and stretched, hearing various tendons in his body crackling as they moved for the first time in several hours. Feeling an intense thirst, he moved to get up when his door opened and his secretary walked in. Samantha Wilkins. She was a good woman and he had hired her since she knew when to push him and when to leave him alone. More importantly, she was one hell of an organizer. He'd come back to find everything in different places in his office. It drove him crazy but he needed her to have all his files set up, so he tolerated it.

"Milord, there's a situation that needs your attention."

Alexis nodded. "What is it, Samantha?" He reached out for the folder she held in her arms. He took it and began to read and she began to explain.

"You told me to inform you of any disturbances against the rights of the people or anything out of the ordinary. Well, it would appear that the Commonwealth of Confedracia's President, a Mr. Emilio Sotelo, has began a campaign against the Arab citizens in his countries. The usual they are not true citizens and has began taking their possessions away."

Alexis read the summary in the report and sighed, handing the folder back to Samantha. He picked up his pen and quickly wrote a counter-response to this new action. He hated people who did this; there was enough war, famine, disease, and death in the world, especially as of late, for everyone ten times over. There was no need for this; mankind was better than this. When he finished, he put on his royal seal, and handed it to her. "Give this to the telegram office and have it sent. It is to be given the highest priority. Also, tell the Diplomatic Core to get some of their people ready, in case this boils down to war. I want to ensure we get in there first to prevent such a thing."

She bowed. "Yes, milord." She turned and rushed out, as Alexis turned to gaze at the stack of papers he had just finished. His reforms were coming at the right time, it seemed. Much of the world was falling back into the howling barbarism that had claimed it before. Sighing, he set about to sorting them and preparing himself for his meeting with the Congress tomorrow. He had a lot of convincing to do, though he was confident they would listen to him. If not...well, he'd just have to overrule them.

*********

Official Telrosian Communique

The situation going on in the Commonwealth is just disgraceful. There is no such thing as 'non-citizens'. If they have been granted citizenship, then they are YOUR citizens and they are to be treated as such. You cannot disown them because of whatever troubles your country is facing. This is the same tactic several dictators in the past have used, several I am sure come to mind for everyone, and we all know what that lead to, don't we? Genocide, holocaust, mass graves, mass killings, need I go on? This is wrong and I am sure deep inside your heart, Mr. President, you know this.

However, I will decry any and all attempts to forcibly remove citizens by other nations and/or any war-like intentions. As wrong as this is, we must respect their sovereignty. We also announce that we will also be willing to take refugees and have the proper facilities and ships to transport them. If the Commonwealth president wants, we will take in any of your 'non-citizens' that you don't want. They are welcome in the Empire.


Emperor Alexis Darsin the Fourth

Emperor of the Telrosian Empire

Alonso knocked on the tall wooden doors that led to his older brother’s study.

“Come in!”

He opened the door slowly and stepped into a massive, marble floored room with windows overlooking the river. Francisco Sotelo reclined on a sofa, reading a newspaper. His uniform shirt was thrown over the back of a nearby chair and he swirled a glass of bourbon. As Alonso stepped in, he threw the paper down and got to his feet, and with a grin stormed over towards his brother.

“Alonso!” he cried, placing his hands on his brother’s shoulders and kissing his cheeks. He reeked of alcohol and it was clear that he had been drunk for most of the morning. “Where have you been? How is papa?”

Alonso stepped back from his brother.

“He’s worried, Curro.”

“Ah, about the Arabs? Fucking rats. Something has to be done!”

“We’re working on it. Have you read the reports?”

“Yes, yes I have. Sending them away. We should kill all of them!”

He stalked back to his couch, laughing, and fell down onto it. Alonso walked over and sat in the chair beside him. Francisco picked up the rumpled front page of the newspaper.

“Have you seen this? It’s mad!”

He thrust the paper into his brother’s hands. It was a foreign paper, one of the ones banned in the Commonwealth. The front page discussed the various foreign condemnations of the manner in which Confedracia was handling the Arab problem.

“They must be joking. Or stupid. What do they expect us to do? Say we’re sorry? Words without an inch of spine beneath them! Or steel behind them. Did you see this, about the Telrosians? Their Emperor’s promising to protect us from “war-like intentions.”

Francisco burst into laughter and drained the contents of his glass.

“What’s the world coming to? No one has any balls! They’re afraid of us. They don’t really care about the Arabs. Who would? They say these things because it makes their spineless people feel good. Dogs!”

Alonso listened to his brother rant with a smile.

“This is serious, Curro. Papa asked me to come talk to you. You are chief of intelligence, after all. He will need you when the deportation begins. Plans are being drawn up. This is only the first step in solving our problem.”

“I know. I know!”

He laughed again, hysterically.

“I can’t even contain myself. I’ve been dreaming of the day when they’d let me get my hands on some of these Arab rats.”

“Have you read General Cortes’ operation plans?”

“Of course. I went through them this morning. Smart man, Cortes. But don’t trust him!”

Francisco leaned in as he said this.

“I don’t, Curro. Believe me.”

Francisco sat up and put his empty glass on the table.

“You don’t worry about me, brother. Tell papa I’m here, and I’ll do whatever he needs me to do. You can count on me.”

Alonso nodded, and smiled.

“Now, have a drink!”

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The scene in the Arab ghettos of the capital of Nueva Colon was one of chaos. Trucks full of Confedracian regulars had arrived before dawn, pouring troops into the housing projects and blocking off the streets while they went through the apartments, ransacking them and throwing their Arab occupants out to be hauled away in the trucks. General Cortes was on the scene, perched atop one of the taller highrises in the ghetto, watching the operation through a pair of binoculars.

“The rats are running from the high water, Diego,” he said to the aid standing beside him.

“Yes, sir.”

“How many live here?” asked the General.

“5,000, sir.”

“More than I thought. No matter. More for our Persian friends.”

A gunshot rang out below, and screams reached the balcony where the men stood. Cortes cursed.

“Idiots! I told them no gunshots!”

He turned to his aid.

“Go down there and tell Colonel Dorontes to take care of that situation. No shooting!”

The aid saluted and disappeared into the building.

The first trucks full of deportees were beginning to rumble south towards the port of Baracoa, where the Arabs would be held until the Parthian vessels arrives. In the south, similar scenes were taking place as Commonwealth soldiers moved into the Arab villages and the nomad camps, rounding up their inhabitants and sending them north. The process had begun.

OOC: Can I get a reply to my offer of deportation?

OOC: Can I get a reply to my offer of deportation?

To Emperor Alexis Darsin IV,

His Excellency the President has reviewed your offer. In his words, you may have these Arabs who are no better than guests in our nation, and who shall never be true Confedracians nor hold citizenship as long as His Excellency lives. Send your vessels to Baracoa, and we will load them with these people who are a drain on our glorious society and our Revolution.

((OOC: Forgot to add this one to the last post.))

OOC: what about mine own reply to your act?

To: President Sotelo
From: Emperor Alexis Darsin the Fourth
Re: Refugees

I thank his Excellency for his acceptance. A fleet of merchant ships, protected by a squadron of military ships, is being gathered as we speak and will be sent to Baracoa post-haste. If there is anything you need to hasten and make the process of taking on these refugees any easier, let me know. I will see what I can do.

Emperor Alexis Darsin the Fourth

Imperium of Telros

OOC: what about mine own reply to your act?

((OOC: There's nothing to say. Yours was another warning.))

To Da Kommonwelth
From Kokkrat Da Great Goblin

Dis is a good deal, wezis gonna pikk da slavez up, wezis also gonna give da good word outta otha Goblin Klanz, and wezis 'ope dat wezis gonna 'ave a long an' profitabal relationship, wezis also noticed dat da uvva 'umie Klanz iz tryin' ta threaten yah, nah wezis usually Goblinz 'oo stay outta 'umie affairz, but in da interests of profitibilatee wezis willing tah offa ah personal Slave Legion for da price ah four hunnerd thousan' dollaz per month, an ORBAT followz.

Kokkrat!

Kokkratz Slave Legion

Kommand
Slave Grabbaz Mob

Shoota Boyz
I Gunmenz Mob
II Gunmenz Mob
I Waggunz Mob
II Waggunz Mob
III Waggunz Mob

Logistikz
Trukk Boyz Mob
Piratez Boyz Mob

We find such actions abhorrent. Cease and desist at once or face extreme action. This is racism, plain and simple.

We have the resources to blockade your nation for several years if necessary.

Message to the Government of Niramaaya from the Parthian War Department-

Blockading the nation of Confedracia will result in a rather disturbing consequences. Suffice to say, I don't much care for your self-righteous insistence on upholding the joke that is International Law, but I'll be merciful this time. Run and hide, and nothing further will come to you, act warlike, or, worst of all, attempt to stop me, and I'll put a few dozen anti-shipping missiles through your navy.

Sound Fair? I thought so. Next time, think about the consequences of commiting an act of war against a nation which, so far as I can tell, is doing absolutely nothing wrong.

-War Minister, Lord Marshall Rostam Shajarian

Baracoa, Confedracia

Ten Parthian freighters made their way towards the harbor of Baracoa, their turbine engines slowing as they came within sight of their destination, slowing through the water ever so gradually as they made their way to the mouth of the harbor. Within a few minutes, thanks to the help of harbor pilots, tugboats, and the dock crews, the container vessels had come to port and were prepared to accept their human cargoes.

Everything was prepared for the arrival of the Arab refugees, all that remained was to start loading them.

(OOC: Foolish woman! Your bullets can not harm me! Who the fuck do you think I am?

On a more serious note, what missiles are you going to use? Their tracking mechanisms? Their firepower? You do know I have WMD satellites and firing upon my ships can cause horrible consequences, right? And yes, all of this is OOC.)

OOC: I would not do that if I were you. and I am glad I am not

Parthia is a older and well Repected RPer, a Golden Age Nation with more people, more power and allies that can kick you half way across the NS Universe seven times.

Hiya Parthia :)

(OOC: Foolish woman! Your bullets can not harm me! Who the fuck do you think I am?

On a more serious note, what missiles are you going to use? Their tracking mechanisms? Their firepower? You do know I have WMD satellites and firing upon my ships can cause horrible consequences, right? And yes, all of this is OOC.)


OOC: Oh I dunno, depending on how many ships you put on the blockade, I could probably make do with several hundred long range cruise missiles of my own design, dropped by strategic bombers of course. Really nice numbers, built out of polymers and designed for a low radar profile, sporting several hundred pounds of high explosive, maybe I'd throw in some AGM-240s which have a secondary stage of a supercavitating torpedo.

Depending on what you did from that point I could either leave your surviving seamen to float around until someone picks them up, or pick them up myself and have them thermally depolymerized down into oil.

And you don't want to play around with WMDs... reference RP history if you must see why.

That said, I think you would make a fantastic addition to Parthia's colonial possessions, once we clear off the troublesome residents, we can have all the minerals and make a decent profit.

TSE, you're familiar with me? I've been really inactive up to this point ever since early 2007 or so, did a lot of stuff from 04-07 though.

ooc TSE is Hat

Civil Rights of Arab Citizens in Question

Emilio Sotelo, left-wing strongman and leader of the military junta that has controlled the Commonwealth of Confedracia for three years now has recently come under international scrutiny for a series of acts passed last September that deprived the many Confedracian citizens of Arab descent of basic civil rights.

Many of these “anti-arab” laws are just now being put into effect as last week the Confedracian special forces (ostensibly Sotelo’s personal police force) seized the homes and businesses of 2,000 Arab families. While the state of civil rights in the Commonwealth are already questionable, this new offense is sure to provoke a response.

When questioned on his actions, President Sotelo replied that: “These Arabs are guests in our country. They have always been such. They have never become truly Confedracian, and can never be truly Confedracian. Why then should they share in the prosperity that our glorious revolution has brought to the people?”

When pressed further, the President became agitated and left the interview.

IC:

Highly Encrypted To Niraamaya
From the Meritocracy of South Lizasauria:

Greetings, concerning the events that have transpired involving the rights of Arabs or the lack thereof we beleive that genocide maybe occurring. It seems that history is repeating itself only instead of with Jews it is with Arabs. Ergo we feel it is imperative that we utilize our espionage resources to determine whether or not genocide is actually occurring. We thought that we should coordinate our efforts with you since it was your nation that deployed it's navy first. Please respond.

MAXIMUM ENCRYPTION
To: South Lizasauria

We would be honoured. Please state your plans.

highly Encrypted From: Sasha Rose, President of Casscaedia
To: the Meritocracy of South Lizasauria

It is our idea for helping those in need of protection from Genocide. that is why I am going to call a meeting in Seattle, which is our capital, to form a Collation to try and get Confedracia to give in to Diplomacy and end this madness.

((OOC: Niraamaya, that kind of OOC outburst is ridiculous and unacceptable. Get out of my thread. Consider yourself ignored.))

Baracoa was a hive of activity as the trucks continued to roll in from the capital ghettoes and the southern villages. The dockyards had been turned into makeshift penitentiaries as the deportees awaited loading onto the numerous vessels flying the flags of Parthia, the Goblin territories, and Telros. Francisco Sotelo was on scene to oversee the loading, as the Arabs were hearded in groups towards the barges that would take them out to the anchored barges.

“400, 450, 500,” he counted to himself as the beaten people were shoved past him.

“Your father will be pleased,” said an officer standing beside him. Francisco shot him a glance.

“He’s not doing this for himself.”

Ignorant pig, he thought to himself.

In the capital, the President and his son stood on the balcony overlooking the river. An aid entered.

“Mr. President, the 7,000 Arabs destined for Parthia have been loaded onto their freighters. Things are proceeding smoothly.”

The President smiled.

“Good, good.”

Alonso lit a cigarette. He appeared less satisfied than his father.

“What now, papa? There are still 40,000 of them left.”

“Don’t worry. That’s exactly why I needed you here. Our job isn’t half finished yet. In fact, it’s only beginning.”

The creation of the Ab-Muhaj had been one that was entirely legitimate, but as nothing short of hardened warriors fighting the Islamic corner, most soldiers views were extreme. So extreme were they, that for months now, away from Kushraan politics and domestic duties, they had unknowingly been planning for the execution of a grand scheme in aid of their brothers and sisters. As the towns were relieved of their Arab communities, they lay in waiting.

"You have all destroyed your ID? Completely?" Looking about, a few nods answered Colonel Mijrab. "Then we strike today. The vehicles are ready?"

"Yes Sir."

---

As they moved towards their selected high-profile targets, the men were calm and rational thinking. The goal set in their mind, they just had to rely on the handful of civilians that had been trained, or they would find the effect of their plans lessened. Mijrab sat in the passenger seat of the sedan, and scanned the streets for dangers.

This would be a grand day for his people.

Baracoa, Confedracia

With the Arab citizens loaded on the freighters, the Parthian vessels began the process of leaving, removing the cables holding the vessels to the harbor. Soon enough, they were leaving the harbor, setting a course for Parthia. As the ships exited the breakwater deliniating the harbor from the open ocean, the capitain of one of the freighters picked up a satellite phone with secured encryption and dialed a number.

"They're picked up and ready to go, be prepared to recieve them very soon." The voice on the other end responded, "Will do. Thank you much for your services, you have done much to improve our bottom line this quarter, and for that, we are quite appreciative."

With the short conversation ended, the capitain began to wonder, who was the man on the other end of the line and what did he want with 7,000 Tazis? Time would tell, of course, but it would be unlikely that many people would know what would happen.

The promised convoy of ships soon entered the harbor of Baracoa. There were several large merchant ships, designed to hold massive tonnes of goods, vehicles, and other items. Now, they were converted to makeshift holds to hold massive amounts of human bodies. They had done their best to make them comfortable in the holds but they could only do so much before heading out. The Emperor didn't trust the Confedracian president to not start genociding his people. Even now, quiet preparations for military actions were being prepared and plans were being readied. He did not want to enter into such an action, especially at this stage of his reform, but he would not let those people die. He would not allow another Hitler.

The convoy consisted of eight massive merchant tankers, able to hold thousands of refugees in each of their holds, if they pushed the limits. There was also a defending squadron of the Imperial Navy, with four missile frigates, two cruisers and destroyers, and a commanding heavy cruiser. On each of the merchant boats were armed soldiers, whom would help get the refugees on the boats and ensure no funny business occurred. They came into the port and moved into the positions given to them by the port authority. They began to disembark, setting up areas for their passengers to go to to get on the boats. A man walked up to the nearest Confedracian official and saluted. "Captain John Pellsworth of the 41st Imperial Hawks. We have arrived with the convoy to take on the Arab passengers. Request permission to begin uploading them."

The Confedracian nodded at the foreigner who approached him.

"We'll start moving them up in a-"

He was cut off as the Francisco Sotelo appeared beside him, prompting a startled salute. The President's son glanced first at the officer, then at the ships in the harbor. He waved his arms in the direction of the harbor.

"What the fuck is that?" he shouted at Pellsworth. "What's the idea of sailing warships into our harbor? No one's getting loaded onto anything until you pull those ships back out of this harbor. And out of fucking Confedracian waters!"

To the Great Kokkrat,

His Excellency has noted your offer, and he hopes that it will remain available for some time as the troublesome situation with other nations develops. However, at this moment, President Sotelo is confident that Confedracian assets will be able to handle any developments. Considering the price and quality of your troops, His Excellency would prefer to wait until the situation is truly dire before accepting their assistance. As for future business arrangements, the Confedracian government is more than willing to work with you and the other clans in the future. Be assured that any investment you make will be well protected.

The Captain turned and gave him a chilling look. "Apparently the president did not see fit to inform you. Or whomever reads his mail to him doesn't know how to read. We explicitly stated that we would be escorting them with a military squadron of ships for protection. Since we received no reply, we assumed your president was fine with it. However, since you insist...." He made a motion to one of the soldiers who began talking on the radio. The ships suddenly churned the water and began to move out to sea, away from the harbor. The Captain managed to keep his face passive, while he was tempted to within an inch of Telrosian military discipline to show this idiot the meaning of the term "manners".

"Now that the problem is out of the way, again I would like to begin boarding the refugees."

The President’s eldest son bared his teeth and leaned in towards the foreigner’s face. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could do so one of the soldiers standing a few feet away called out to him.

“Sir! Telephone call! It’s the President!”

Francisco backed up, and shot another glare at the foreign officer before walking off to take the call. The officer who first had greeted Pellsworth breathed a sigh of relief and slowly lifted his fingers from his sidearm.

“Papa,” said Francisco as he picked up the phone.

“What do you think you’re doing?” came the President’s voice, obviously upset.

“But I thought-”

“Don’t be an idiot! Just load the Arabs. Is that too complicated for you?”

The line clicked dead. Francisco threw the phone at the soldier standing beside him, and stormed off.

“Just load the fucking Arabs!” he called back.

A few moments later, the 2,000 men, women, and children penned up in the harbor began the slow march towards the loading area, herded gently by Confedracian soldiers, wary to be too rough with them around the foreigners. It was a few hours’ work, but it progressed smoothly.

The Captain stood there, watching as the officer before him bared his teeth and leaned his face in, ready to roar. The Captain suppressed a smirk. What kind of discipline could this army have if this was an example of one of their officers? They were interrupted by a telephone call, which was for him from the President. He watched the man back away with slightly amusement and watched as he went to the phone. He heard him say Papa and raised an eyebrow. So this was the president's son? How....typical.

He waited for the conversation to end, which resulted in the son coming back and yelling for the refugees to be loaded on. He bowed his head slightly and made motions to the soldiers as he began walking back to the loading docks. Working with the Confedracian soldiers, they worked efficiently to get them loaded onto the ships. Of course, they were also keeping an eye on the Confedracians. A secret part of their orders was to protect any refugees that came under fire if the Confedracians or some militant citizens decided to move from bigotry to outright genocide.

After a few hours, over two thousand refugees had been loaded, much less than had been expected. Not caring that he was probably treading on dangerous ground, Pellsworth walked up to the officer he had spoken to first, before the president's son intervened. "We have loaded all the ones you brought, but I am sure there are more. The Emperor will be glad to escort any others you have right now."

The officer, a Captain as evidenced by the double bars he wore on his shoulders, took another long glance at the clipboard he held in his hands.

“No, sir, I’m afraid that’s all of them. ‘Two-thousand refugees to be loaded onto Telrosian vessels,’” he read.

Pellsworth sighed. He knew this would happen. "Very well. Please inform the President that if he has any more he would like to be picked up in the future, all he needs to do is send word to the Emperor." He saluted and then turned around. He shouted orders for them to pack up and get ready to head out. It took two hours to get all of their equipment back on board and everyone situated. The soldiers withdrew into the ships, knowing that once they all left, the Confedracian government was probably going to go to harsher measures. The merchant ships made their way out of the harbor, moving slowly due to their increased weight as they had allowed any belongings to be brought one board, although this was very scarce due to the repossessing done by their former government.

Soon, they joined the military squadron which had moved out of their waters and soon began to head back to the Empire. The Emperor continued his quiet, but methodical preparations for a possible war. Ships were being drawn together, troops gathered and moved to bases, air squadrons readied and the logistics of war was being gathered. Food, weapons, vehicles, all being slowly sent to dumps. With several trips over the slow course of several hours each, making it seem like the reorganization of their military machine, not preparations for war.

“Your Excellency, the last of the refugees have been successfully loaded. The Telrosian vessels are leaving.”

Sotelo thanked the man on the other end of the line and put the phone down. He yawned and reached for a bottle of bourbon, pouring himself a glass. The sun was setting over the river outside.

“Is it done, papa?” asked Alonso, who sat across the room, reading his brother’s intelligence reports on the nation of Telros.

“They loaded the last of the Arabs twenty minutes ago, despite your brother.”

Alonso closed the file and put it on the table in front of him. He got to his feet and placed a cigarette between his lips.

“So what now?”

Sotelo rubbed his tired eyes and took a sip of the whiskey.

“I can’t trust your brother with this. I’m going to have to leave it to you.”

He slid a folder across the desk. Alonso stepped over and picked it up.

Effective Immediately: Operation Dawn 1

1st Confedracian Republican Guard Corps to insert into area surrounding Matanza, and proceed to…

Alonso finished reading and shut the folder. He nodded gravely in his father’s direction.

“It will be done.”

“I’m certain of it, my son.”

That night, trucks and armored vehicles loaded with Confedracian special forces soldiers, members of the elite Republican Guard divisions, rolled off the highways, onto the dirt and gravel tracks in the hill and desert country surrounding the city of Matanza in the country’s southwest.

At dawn the following day, a car bomb exploded in front of the National Parliament, the de facto headquarters of the Sotelo regime. No one was harmed, but the President insisted that Arab rebel groups in the southwestern border regions of Confedracia were responsible. Debate has since raged as to whether this was in fact a sham attack orchestrated by Sotelo’s regime itself. Regardless, that afternoon at 1PM, the President made a speech on the national airwaves, condemning a dozen different alleged Arab separatist movements for their attacks on the nation and the government. He concluded this speech with a declaration of war on these groups.

Twenty minutes later, Special Forces units under the command of the President’s son, Alonso Sotelo, set up positions around the largely Arab suburbs of Matanza. With artillery shells filled with a nerve agent, they proceeded to shell these ghettos, claiming that the leaders of several unnamed Arab rebel factions were in hiding there. 300 alleged rebel casualties would be reported.

From: Sasha Rose, President of The Confederacy of Casscaedia
To: the Despots of Confedracia

We ask you to stop this madness before we take action against you. As a Democratic nation, we tend to use Diplomacy first, Force later if Diplomacy fails. So we will use Diplomacy against you and your rule.

All We ask is to stop murdering your own people.

INN- the Imperial News Network. All news, no lies.

"Breaking news has just come in. The nation of Confedracia, where a government has taken actions many have called bigoted and discriminatory. Those of Arabic descent have had their bank accounts confiscated, their property repossessed, and their status as citizens revoked. In response, many nations, including our beloved Telros, have come forth to take in as many refugees as they could, as the rising tide of hate threatens to consume the former Arab citizens of Confedracia.

However, a bomb has been set off in front of the National Parliament. No casualties reported but President Sotelo made a speech, confirming that this was the work of Arabic militants in the southern regions, lashing out at their treatment. Special Forces troops, under the command of Alfonso Sotelo, son of the President, have surrounded the Arab town of Matanza and have begun shelling it with nerve agent. After his meeting with Emperor Havoc Agamemon of the United Republic of Anagonia, Emperor Darsin had this to say:

"The actions of the Confedracia government are highly suspect and seem to be an excuse to attack those they view to be 'non-citizens'. Even if their actions were clear and true, the fact they have been using nerve agent in their shells is despicable. If the nation of Confedracia does not cancel its attack and pull out its siege from Matanza, the Imperium will enact economic sanctions on Confedracia and asks any people's watching this to implore their governments to do the same. I must also plead that no nation consider going to war, there is still chance for peace and we ask that all participants seek that course."

More information coming when we receive it."

Supreme Chancellor George Townsend sat in his office, looking out his window at the city before him. He sat in his new position of power, Overtaking a brand new nation and being forced to build it from the constitution up is never an easy task. A slight mishap and you're back at square one. Townsend looked at the stack of papers delivered to his desk: various trade requests delivered from the ministry of trade, and one new report file on an incident occurring outside his borders.

Supreme Chancellor Townsend read the report on the disfavor of Arabs within the nation of Confedracia and looked at his national seal on the floor of his office. His new country, The People's Republic of Stamford Point was built upon the principle that all people are created equal, regardless of gender or race, and all should be entitled to the rights and liberties free people enjoy. It was time, he thought, for this fledgling nation to take a stance on the issue and to shine a beacon of hope for the free world.

From the desk of the Supreme Chancellor of The People's Republic of Stamford Point

To: President Sotelo, Confedracia.

Mr. President, I ask you, what does freedom mean to you? Is freedom a right? A privilege? If it is a privilege, who deserves it? It is deplorable that you would even think of killing these people. They are another culture, just like yours, that deserves respect like the rest of us. Despite these recent surges of militant action, I ask, as a member of the international community, that you strongly reconsider your stance on this situation. The militants had not to my knowledge started their attacks, with all due respect, until your regime instigated them. If there are still refugees seeking asylum from war, I ask to send a few unarmed ships to transport them back to Stamford Point, where they may live their lives freely and far from your nation.

Signed,

Supreme Chancellor George Townsend

Seattle, Casscaedia

President Rose knew now that it would soon come to war soon enough if things kept up with The Confedracians attacking Innocent Civilians in the city of Matanza. It was now only a matter of time before it turned into Genocide.

"This is going to be ending bad I feel." Rose said, looking out the window. The Anthropomorphic cat looked out the the near-by Pacific Ocean. She knew that Casscaedia needed allies if they were to take own The Genocidal Confedracians.

"We should try useing some force." Speaker of the House, James Ticonderoga (a Fox) said, "I think economic and trade sanctions would work, along with sending a Carrier group to the area."

"Ok." Rose said.

From the Office of The President of The Confederacy of Casscaedia

Today, I have ordered The enactment of Sanctions against The Government of Confedracia and the deployment of a carrier Task force to try and stop the madness going on in that nation.

We ask that Their Government stop the attacks on arabs and end this Stupidity at once.

Official Statement From the Foreign Ministry of the Commonwealth of Confedracia:

Several nations have seemingly made it their business to denounce Confedracian internal matters of which they demonstrate little or no understanding. It is easy for nations who have no knowledge of another’s internal cultural and political struggles to perch on their high horses and denounce, and condemn, and sanction, and even threaten a sovereign state.

The words “freedom” and “justice” have been thrown about frequently in the past several days with little consideration for what these words actually imply, when used in the current context. Is it right that a sovereign state, when her people are threatened by organizations of violent and unethical men, should allow these same organizations the “freedom” to act out their own bloody visions of “justice” on the populace? If this is the opinion of certain nations, then His Excellency, President Sotelo and the Government of this Commonwealth must respectfully disagree.

Confedracia’s government will not allow (no matter the international pressure being placed on her to do so) extra-governmental organizations of rebels and terrorists, no matter their ethnicity, religion, or heritage the right to conduct a violent campaign against the people it is sworn to protect. It is the President’s constitutional responsibility to defend the sanctity of the nation of Confedracia in times of war or crisis. Clearly, the attacks two days ago have demonstrated that a crisis has emerged, the likes of which this nation has not experienced in a decade. It is therefore necessary that President Sotelo and his cabinet take every necessary step to remedy the situation and return this nation to peace and internal stability.

Fingers have been pointed at the Confedracian government, and unacceptable statements have been made claiming that the terrorist attack in the capital of Nueva Colon and the violent, anti-popular uprising in the city of Matanza are the result of government policies directed against the nation’s ethnic Arab citizenry. These statements are not only offensive in the extreme to the citizens of Nueva Colon who were forced to endure this act of terrorism, but also baseless and incorrect. The government of the Commonwealth of Confedracia has never passed unjust laws aimed at depriving any ethnic group of basic rights or privileges accorded by the national constitution drafted following the November Revolution three years ago.

In fact, unrest in the Arab community in the past several months has been handled in the most peaceful and civil manner imaginable. The Commonwealth has even gone so far as to pay for the transport of 10,000 of her most severely discontent citizens to nations of their choosing across the globe, and has never used unjust force against her own citizens, despite intelligence reports pointing to the possibility of rebellion among communities of Arabs and numerous other ethnicities.

The nations who condemn this Commonwealth, chief among them the undemocratic and warlike Telrosian Empire, are nothing but troublemakers looking for a new scapegoat in their campaigns of global imperialism and colonialism. They seek any opportunity to prey upon a sovereign state to increase their own reputations and to distract from the numerous injustices within their own borders. To the nations of the world who have so far remained neutral, the Commonwealth asks them to consider whether they will be the next targets on the hit lists of these warmongers?

Let it be known that economic sanctions against Confedracia will do nothing but strangle the civilian population of this nation. This is a tool of tyranny, oppression, and colonialism. The aggressive posturing of the nations arraying themselves against Confedracia has no base, and the government of this Commonwealth will not stand for it. Let it be known also that any vessel that enters Confedracian waters with warlike intentions will be engaged and destroyed, as this government will consider violation of her territory, land or sea, an explicit act of war.

To the Telrosian government, which has demanded immediate withdrawal of Confedracian forces from the city of Matanza, the Commonwealth responds thus:

The Confedracian military will continue to move and operate freely within Confedracian territory, and will continue military operations against armed rebels in the Matanza region and anywhere else these terrorist organizations lurk until such time as the threat is annihilated and peace and stability is restored. We will not adhere to imperialist agendas or international bullying at the expense of the security of our people.

Should our actions, taken completely within our rights as a sovereign state, continue to upset the nations arraying themselves against us such that these nations decide to risk open warfare, this Commonwealth will defend itself with a fanaticism the likes of which the world has rarely seen. Confedracia’s army will stand ready to repel any and all foreign aggression.

We hope that this statement does not fall on deaf ears or closed minds. Consider the nature of our operations and the threat to our internal stability and remember that any actions the government of this Commonwealth has taken are against armed rebel combatants, not civilians, and without regard to race or ethnicity. The Commonwealth acts in defense of all of its citizens, of all ethnicities, Arab or otherwise.

((OOC: Should war come (God forbid :)) here's a map of the Commonwealth of Confedracia:

http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/8132/confedraciaedithv6.png (http://imageshack.us) ))

The National News Network (NNN)

Special Bulliten: Confedracia on the warpath?

The Confedracian Foreign Minister released a statement today regarding the suspected Genocide within the borders of the biggest controversial nation of the year. Confedracian soldiers have began operations in the Matanza region, a region populated mostly by people of Arab descent. Supreme Chancellor George Townsend has established contact, however, no comment has been made on the progress of his negotiations. The Confedracian government seems to be taking a highly defensive stance, declaring that any foreign vessels found within confederacian waters would be destroyed.

In other news, The Supreme Chancellor's son is rumored to be making a visit to the nation of Parthia, where he will be receiving a lung transplant operation. We all wish our future Chancellor well.

INN- the Imperial News Network. All news, no lies.

"The situation has just heated up in Confedracia as the Foreign Ministry of Confedracia sent a scathing note to all nations currently protesting their actions concerning their Arab citizens. In response, the Emperor has gone before live television to make a speech in response. We now going live to his speech in...3....2...1..."

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Alexis stood before the podium that held several microphones so his voice could be heard in normal tone and be able to transmit well to all t.v. stations across Telros. Straightening himself, he took a breath and began to speak.

"I come before you, my Fellow Telrosians, not as your Emperor, but as a fellow Telrosian. We have a large crisis on our hands, which threatens to balloon into something far larger than anything we have seen. All of you have seen the new reports, of how the government of Confedracia treats Arabs as 'non-citizens'. Calling them guests and parasites whom drain the lifeblood of their nation. And now they have the gall to call them their 'citizens' when our nation calls them on their vile actions.

I am sure I do not need to remind you all of what their President echoes of in his actions. He has confiscated property of the Arab minorities without reason nor warning, he has called them inferior peoples by saying they are guests and non-citizens, and he has even used nerve gas on them. Tell me, whom does he remind you of? Well, that is not why I am here today. I am here to respond to the Foreign Ministry of Confedracia and lay their lies out for what they are."

He turned to face the camera, staring directly into the faces of those watching. "As many of you well know, they have accused my nation of being 'war-like and undemocratic'. It would appear someone hasn't even read the encyclopedia section on the Empire. We have an Imperial Congress, a democratic institution mind you, and reforms are on their way to return more power from me to the Congress and the people. And war-like? If the Empire was what you claim it to be, it would be like those in the International Fascist Alliance and would have invaded you the moment we heard about this incident. However, what have we done? We have used diplomacy. We condemned your actions, decried you before the world, took on refugees you basically kicked out onto our boats and only instituted the sanctions when you committed the heinous act of using nerve gas on your *ahem* citizens.

Which brings me to my next point. You say they are your citizens, the Arab minority, no? Then let me read to you a quote from your honored President Sotelo. It reads '“These Arabs are guests in our country. They have always been such. They have never become truly Confedracian, and can never be truly Confedracian. Why then should they share in the prosperity that our glorious revolution has brought to the people?”'

So tell me, how are they your citizens when your own President has called them merely 'guests'. And you speak of how you did not pass any laws depriving anyone of their rights? I must ask if your Foreign Affairs minister knows of the reality he lives in, because anyone who has been watching the news has seen the several anti-Arab laws President Sotelo has passed that seized over two THOUSAND Arabic business and property by Confedracian Special Forces. You have just shown how you have lied, before the international audience of the world.

I have called for nations not to attack you, to violate your national sovereignty. I have called for peaceful solutions to be found; that is the purpose of my condemnation, our sanctions, and now...this. So your charges of imperialism and arrogance are all lies as well. You speak rightly that the sanctions will harm your citizenry.They deprive a nation and its people of goods. But its purpose is not to hurt your citizens, it is to make them look at their government, which has caused nations to deprive them of vital goods and business, and find out what is causing that.

Lastly, you speak of how the Arabs had been in unrest for some time. The only unrest before the bombing you speak of was of their protests to your unlawful and anti-democratic seizure of property and treatment of their people. And the bombing itself is suspect. It is suspicious that a car bomb goes off before a stronghold of President Sotelo, but no one is injured. Then he proceeds to know whom did it, some Arab militants in the south. This is too coincidental to be truth; it had to be fabricated. Why, you may ask? So he could bomb a town of Arabs, whom he has proven he hates, and use NERVE GAS on them.

Yes, my fellow Telrosians, NERVE GAS. He has used nerve gas on innocent civilians. If there was any militants in that town, you do not make your own people suffer by nerve gas! Oh wait...I'm sorry, they're only guests. I guess they don't get the protection of your government, now do they?

Your administration is a pack of liars and murderers, who try to lull us into compliance with honeyed words. No more! We are on to your schemes and will not tolerate them. I will use every peaceful and diplomatic tool at my disposal to see these people safe and sound from your vile hand. I call upon all nations to boycott Confedracia and peacefully bring it to its knees, so we can end this injustice."

He paused and took a breath. "For....there is only end result for such a path as this....


Genocide." He nodded and then walked away, with the video cutting to a stunned reporter.

"Th-This is INN, the Imperial News Network. All news, no lies.


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I feel the need to say this OOC statement

OOC: If my posts come across angry at all, its purely IC. I respect Confedracia as an excellent rper and a guy whom has created a fun ride of rp for all of us in this thread. If war does come, I would like to ask you, Confedracia, to bear with me. I'm still getting into MT and my grasp on its military mechanics is shaky. If you need any info or have questions, my messengers are as follows:

AIM: calaelen90
MSN: calaelen90@hotmail.com
Skype: Keldrona (not one as much tho)

((OOC: How dreadfully ironic, SP))

To His Excellency, Supreme Chancellor George Townshend,

His Excellency, President Emilio Sotelo has reviewed your most recent communiqué, and hopes that you have read and understand the Confedracian foreign ministry’s blanket statement on the state of affairs within our Commonwealth. His Excellency is willing to excuse your statements directing blame for the terrorist attack in Nueva Colon on his government. He hopes that upon reconsideration, you and your government will understand the nature of our problem, and that it is not a question of racism, but of discontent and separatist feelings within the communities of the southern reaches of our territory.

It is this government’s duty, as we have mentioned, to maintain stability within our borders and to protect our territorial integrity. This much, we owe to the Confedracian people. Regarding transport of dissidents and refugees to your nation, this government is willing to consider your offer, however only after the situation with the rebellious organizations has been contained. At that point, it will be possible to accurately determine whether citizens of this region desire or require transport from our nation to another, such as your own.

We hope that this entire matter can be resolved civilly, and diplomatically.

Sincerely,
Adrian Corrales, Minister of Information and Commonwealth Foreign Affairs

I feel the need to say this OOC statement

OOC: If my posts come across angry at all, its purely IC. I respect Confedracia as an excellent rper and a guy whom has created a fun ride of rp for all of us in this thread. If war does come, I would like to ask you, Confedracia, to bear with me. I'm still getting into MT and my grasp on its military mechanics is shaky. If you need any info or have questions, my messengers are as follows:

AIM: calaelen90
MSN: calaelen90@hotmail.com
Skype: Keldrona (not one as much tho)

((OOC: Understood, of course. This is all great fun, and I'm eager to see where it goes. Understood also about the transition to MT. No worries.))

OOC: Do you have any messengers, Confed? ANd yes it is. Thank you for understanding; its a good possibility that if I enter, I will get my shiny butt handed to me. >->

Alonso alighted onto the tarmac as the helicopter touched down on the roof of a squat concrete building on the edge of Matanza. Pulling his cap onto his head as the rotors slowed to a stop, he rushed towards the stairwell. He found himself within a makeshift command post, bustling with activity. Occasionally the walls would shake as an artillery shell or bomb exploded a few miles away. An officer saluted as the President’s younger son entered.

“Sir, everything is proceeding smoothly. Arab resistance is light in the city, and the gas incapacitated most anyone with a gun and the will to fight.”

“Good, the President will be pleased,” replied Alonso, returning the salute.

“Also, sir,” continued the officer, “your brother is here. He wants to speak with you.”

Alonso was surprised at the news, but he allowed himself to be directed to an office off the main corridor in the basement of the building. Francisco was waiting in a chair by the wall. He stood up and embraced Alonso as he entered.

“What are you doing here, Curro?” asked Alonso.

“This is a clandestine operation, so I thought that the head of clandestine services should be on hand to oversee it,” he said, smiling. “Or aren’t there enough Arabs for the both of us to kill?”

Alonso shook his head, walked over towards the desk, and lit a cigarette.

“You’re a psychopath, Curro,” he said quietly to himself. His brother shrugged and lit a cigarette of his own.

“Papa said you could use my help. Dressing this up and whatnot. Apparently we’ve come under international scrutiny,” he said, laughing at the last two words.

Alonso’s ears perked up.

“Telros?” he asked.

“And others. My sources outside the country are reporting massive demonstrations against us. Flag-burning bastards. No respect for us doing what needs to be done. Oh, and the poison gas was a nice touch.”

Alonso seemed to become embarrassed.

“It was Cortes’ idea. I didn’t think-”

Francisco cackled.

“Don’t blush! You were always such a good boy. Who’d have thought you’d grow up into the maniac you are today?”

Alonso’s expression darkened, and he shot a glare at his brother. Francisco kept chuckling as he turned and walked towards the door.

“I’ve got my own business to take care of here, but I wanted to check in on you first. Call me if you need advice, but it looks like you’re handling this like a champion.”

Alonso collapsed into a chair as the door slammed shut. He rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t lying to himself. Not like his father or brother. This was murder. Maybe it had to be done. Maybe the Arabs would have revolted anyway. But this was still murder.

Outside, a jet engine roared overhead and the jungle nearby lit up in flames. The air force was bombing a group fleeing the city limits, one of the last to run. Maybe there were a few guns among them…

The Casscaedian Task force, Made up of one Centaur class aircraft carriers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centaur_class_aircraft_carrier), 6 Slava class (Project 1164 Atlant) missile cruisers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slava_class_cruiser), 6 Ticonderoga (CG 47) class guided missile cruisers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ticonderoga_class_cruiser) and 10 Arleigh Burke (DDG-51) class destroyers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arleigh_Burke_class_destroyer) were to be sent outside Confedracian waters. to stay in International waters unless attacked by Confedracian Forces. If that happened, Casscaedia would find that a act of war and retaliate.

The Casscaedians also sent two Military Surveillance Satellites to look for any signs of Genocide and then release any information to the world. using a Big Stick and Diplomacy wad better then dividing into all out war without reason.

The Casscaedian Task force, Made up of one Centaur class aircraft carriers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centaur_class_aircraft_carrier), 6 Slava class (Project 1164 Atlant) missile cruisers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slava_class_cruiser), 6 Ticonderoga (CG 47) class guided missile cruisers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ticonderoga_class_cruiser) and 10 Arleigh Burke (DDG-51) class destroyers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arleigh_Burke_class_destroyer) were to be sent outside Confedracian waters. to stay in International waters unless attacked by Confedracian Forces. If that happened, Casscaedia would find that a act of war and retaliate.

The Casscaedians also sent two Military Surveillance Satellites to look for any signs of Genocide and then release any information to the world. using a Big Stick and Diplomacy wad better then dividing into all out war without reason.

ooc you mixing western and eastern ships together,thats not wise

President Sotelo stepped into the meeting room as the aids drew the blinds and the lights came up. The long table was surrounded by the most trusted members of the President’s cabinet, bar his sons who were away in Matanza. They stood as he entered and saluted as he took his seat at the head of the table.

“So, gentlemen. It’s coming to this. The international community doesn’t seem to see our reasoning. They are posturing, preparing for war, and we will have to do likewise. Minister Corrales, your report.”

Adrian Corrales, Minister of information and foreign affairs stood up and saluted the President.

“Your Excellency, it is clear that the nation of Telros is our primary antagonist in this matter. Their Emperor has made a statement to his people and the people of the world (the transmission was blocked here, of course) decrying our defense of our actions. He continues to insist that our actions are a genocide, in nature.”

Sotelo shook his head.

“Lying scum,” he said.

“Yes, your Excellency,” continued Corrales. “However, the world seems to be siding with him. Our use of poison gas in Matanza was a major catalyst for their sentiment. However, they seem to be keeping war at the very back of their minds. Your son’s intelligence reports show increased military activity, but no direct mobilization yet.”

“They are cowards,” said the President, nodding. “General Cortes, what is our readiness?”

The Defense Minister stood and saluted.

“Your Excellency’s armies are strong, and I am confident that they can repel anything these idiot nations can throw at us. We can move to full mobilization in a week, I am sure.”

“Good,” replied Sotelo. “Begin quietly preparing our forces. Call up one fifth of our reserves. Quietly, General. We must not appear to be the aggressors. Our goal is not war, it is the removal of the Arab population from a position in which they could be problematic.”

“Yes, your Excellency.”

MAXIMUM ENCRYPTION
To: South Lizasauria

We would be honoured. Please state your plans.

Highly Encrypted transmission to Niraamaya:

Basically we want to send in agents and spy planes and even spy satellite to take some pictures of them. Just recently we recieved a message from the President of Casscaedia herself stating that she will holding a meeting regarding Confedracia's intolerable actions. We can discuss more there. We will send a few members of our council and one of our military officers who will coordinate the espionage against Confedracia. Our president would have come but he's needed at an important FMA meeting.

highly Encrypted From: Sasha Rose, President of Casscaedia
To: the Meritocracy of South Lizasauria

It is our idea for helping those in need of protection from Genocide. that is why I am going to call a meeting in Seattle, which is our capital, to form a Collation to try and get Confedracia to give in to Diplomacy and end this madness.

Highly Encrypted To: Sasha Rose
From the Federal Council of South Lizasauria:


We will be more than glad to attend. So far it seems that it'd be best to form a coalition with you than just send in secret service with only one nation's backing. We shall send three members of the federal council and an officer who will coordinate all South Lizasaurian espionage resources dedicated to the protection of oppressed Arabs.

OOC: Question Confedracia, What Terrain is your nation? Is it Desert, Tropical or what?

OOC: Question Confedracia, What Terrain is your nation? Is it Desert, Tropical or what?

((OOC: Depends.

The coastal region, around Baracoa and the Gulf is temperate and largely flat. It gets rockier and more mountainous along the northern coast and extending all the way to the western border. The central region of Nueva Colon is dominated by rolling hills and is also temperate, while the south around Matanza is humid and dominated by jungle. The south is arid and mountainous. ))

OOC: ok

The Supreme Chancellor immediately ordered a special meeting with the members of the Upper House of Congress. He and his fifteen closest advisers sat in the Conference Room of the old Parliament building. The muggy humidity of the tropical climate outside was kept at bay by the modern comforts of central air. Although it was hotter outside, the temperature in the conference room was picking up, and fast. There were three Television sets, each was turned on to a different news station. The events taking place within Confedracia's borders were cloaked with a curtain from the prying eyes of foreign media, leaving only speculation. None of it was reliable.

Supreme Chancellor George Townsend opened the floor with possible diplomatic routes to take, and the possible outcomes.

"We could impose sanctions or an embargo." The Chancellor said, his voice indicating he already had doubt these would work. He looked to his left at his Minister of Defense, Dwight Brown, then looked down at his folded hands on the finished wood table.

The small room buzzed with chatter as the fifteen Upper House members tore into the Chancellor's standard responses. The congressmen all spoke at once, delivering a roar of noise to the Chancellor's ears. Finally, Townsend banged his hand on the table to establish civil order.

"Enough!" He shouted, as he turned back to face his Defense Minister.

"Mr. Brown, tell me what we can do, as far as covert operations, to ascertain the truth of these matters?"

Dwight Brown, in all his experience, had never faced a situation as grave as this. He knew that sending a strike team into a nation like this could be devastating, even crippling. However, if the Three Year's war had taught him anything at all, it was how to perfect guerrilla warfare.

"Chancellor, I can assemble the finest Strike Teams to be deployed covertly within the borders of Confedracia. However, I must advise against any military action until we can establish further negotiations."

The Chancellor knew that the diplomatic process was far too slow. Even as negotiations were carried out, it could take weeks, even months for a resolution. In that time, he knew many would die.

"As Supreme Chancellor and Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces, I propose that a single, six man cell be sent in to ascertain the truth of the situation in Confedracia. No man shall carry any symbols of nationality, no tags, family pictures, nothing but the gear and weapons on their backs. A standard covert scout operation. I want the last thing on their minds to be combat. All in favor of decisive action?" The Chancellor looked up to find only one hand raised, the hand of Upper House member, and Minister of Health and Welfare, June Davidson. A few more hands went up around the room, and the Chancellor counted seven.

"Three more, and that's the ten we need." said the Chancellor, "Don't you gentlemen want the chance to do good for other people?" The defense Minister's hand joined the seven, and three more hands went up, making the final count eleven for, four against.
The Chancellor turned to face his councilors.

"The discussions that have taken place within this room shall never leave it. Dismiss."

IC:

(Seattle,meeting)

Federal Council Member: It seems that this issue may require more muscle, we may even need to call in the navy and air force to put an end to this madness.

Officer: Does this alliance have an overall plan? We'll need as much intelligence on the Confedracians as we can in order to increase our odds of success.

As the conference room cleared out, Minister of Foreign Affairs Ben Smith called his ministry and asked immediately for representatives of Confedracia, Lizasauria, Casscaedia, and Telros to be contacted with a message regarding an emergency international summit to be held in the Stamford Point Capital of George's Crest.

"I want all involved nations contacted immediately regarding the Arab issue in Confedracia. We need to arrange a summit of political leaders and/or representatives of each country, and come to a swift diplomatic solution. Keep it hush, but I fear the Chancellor is carrying us on the warpath."

A journalist waiting by the staff limousines of the Upper House representatives overheard the Minister talking into his phone. He took note of the "warpath" remark.

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To: Representatives of Confedracia, Lizasauria, Casscaedia, and Telros
From: Stamford Point Ministry of Foreign Affairs

On behalf of the Supreme Chancellor, George Townsend, I would like to invite your leaders and/or other diplomats or ambassadors into the Stamford Point Capital to hold a special summit. As you all know, Confedracia is the center of a political black hole, and if we do not act quickly, the international community could erupt into a firestorm to which no end is in sight. I urge you to strongly consider this meeting as a chance to clearly list all negotiations on the table, and as a chance to understand and address the unfounded accusations of genocide within the borders of confedracia. Our nation, and our Chancellor, eagerly await your apply.

Sincerily,
Minister Ben Smith. (Dictated, not written)

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=576589

The Meeting in Seattle

OOC: I'll reply tomorrow, SP. I'm tired right now.

OOC: Mine's different. Mine would be more of a summit to gain international attention as well as discuss all possible resolutions, instead of a secret meeting where the nation in question had no representative invited.

OOC: I understand. I'd still want to attend, ICly, and thus me writing an rp reply.

To whom it may concern, Stamford Point Ministry of Foreign Affairs,

The government of the Commonwealth, and His Excellency, President Sotelo are pleased that your nation is acting with a cool head, contrary to others who have sought to involve themselves in the current matter. Should a conference take place within your nation, hosted by your government, Confedracia would be willing to send a representative. We have learned of a similar call for discussion within the Cascaedian nation, though we would be loathe to send a representative there even had we been invited to do so, judging from that nation’s recent rhetoric.

OOC: Ooooh, you smart rper you. =P

Francisco stepped out of the bunker, onto the streets of Matanza. A pair of soldiers were hauling an Arab man towards an armored truck, outfitted as a paddy wagon. A sick grin crossed the face of the President’s eldest son and he stalked towards them.

“Stop!” he called out. The soldiers, startled and apparently frightened released their captive and stepped back. The man was badly beaten, blood streaming from his nose. He looked up at the approaching figure with dead eyes. Francisco grabbed him by the jaw and thrust him back into the dirt. The man lay motionless. He had given up. The soldiers stood by, trembling in the presence of the psychopath. Slowly, Francisco withdrew his pistol from its holster and knelt beside the man. He rolled the barrel under his chin, drawing it down to where his heart would be. His thumb pulled back on the hammer. The man began to tremble as Francisco held the gun there for a few seconds, applying gentle pressure to the trigger, which did not budge.

Then, suddenly, he got to his feet and shoved the pistol back into its holster, still
grinning.

“Carry on,” he said.

He turned to walk away as the soldiers grabbed their captive gingerly and lifted him to his feet. Then, Francisco spun around, and fired a shot between the prisoner’s eyes. He tensed and then went limp as the shocked soldiers dropped him.

“What? He was trying to resist,” said Francisco, turning again and walking away.

Trucks had been moving all day in and out of the city, hauling the families and friends of alleged rebel associates to undisclosed locations in the mountains to the north. The jungles were alive with gunfire as Alonso’s Special Forces battled the Arabs who had been forced to take up arms for their very lives.

The President’s youngest son was awoken by the cell phone ringing next to his bed. He reached over and put it to his ear.

“Yes?” he said, drowsily.

“Alonso,” came his father’s voice.

“Papa, everything’s still proceeding smoothly. I would have informed you if-“

“They’ve called a conference in one of their capitals,” continued Sotelo.

“Who has?”

“The Cascaedians. Corrales has contacted Stamford Point, requesting a change of venue. We may send someone to discuss the situation. It will buy us some time to finish this.”

“Yes, papa.”

Alonso thought for a moment about the scene today. The gas dissipating over the corpses. He thought to mention something, to ask why, but the line clicked dead.

To: Stamford Point Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Emperor Alexis Darsin the Fourth

I applaud the efforts of Stamford Point to use diplomacy to solve this situation. I was of a mind to perhaps start a conference on my own, but I see we had the same thinking. You can count on a Telrosian representative to be attending this conference. I am unable to come myself, unfortunately, but we will attend. Peace must be kept but we cannot allow this injustice to continue any farther. More and more innocent Arabs in Confedracia are dying every minute we delay.

Sincerely,

Emperor Alexis Darsin the Fourth

Imperium of Telros

Above The Earth.

In Space, no one could hear you scream........nor can you hear the click of a Camera on a Satellite that was now looking down on The nation of Confedracia. namely the city of Matanza. Satellites were good for getting Intel on a enemy nation, since space was free for all and ones Airspace could only go so far.

Also, the Cameras of a Spy Satellite could zoom to see what was happening

All The Pictures were needed for Proof of what was happening. Also as Evidence to show for a War Crimes Trail.

and what The Satellite was getting was Incriminating.

From: The Office of the Supreme Chancellor of the People's Republic of Stamford Point
To: Representatives of Confedracia, Casscaedia, and Telros

I would like to thank you all for your prompt responses. This issue is of great importance to the international community, and I believe that opening the way for a diplomatic solution would be the best move. The summit will take place in five day's time, and shall last as long as necessary to reach a resolution that strengthens the good names of all nations involved, builds international relations between all parties, and, above all, upholds the peace, not just within Confedracian borders, but in the world in which we exist. All representatives will be well accommodated with housing, food, drink, and all the hospitality my countrymen and I have to offer. I, myself, shall represent Stamford Point at the summit. Should there be any questions or concerns relating to the summit, please contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Thank you for your cooperation. I am confident that together we can find a diplomatic solution.

Signed,
Supreme Chancellor George Townsend

OOC: This (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14310231#post14310231)is the summit thread. wasnt sure if we should continue here, so i made this.

OOC: This (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14310231#post14310231)is the summit thread. wasnt sure if we should continue here, so i made this.

((OOC: The summit can take place there, but I'd prefer that the general action continue to take place in this thread, to keep everything simple.))

HMS Fearless (CG-124)
Sixty-two nautical miles SW of Confedracia

The Type 54 heavy cruiser HMS Fearless represented the whole of the Commonwealth's response to the situation inside Confedracia. Tolvan had never dealt with that nation extensively in the past and saw no reason to do so in the present. There were no known Tolvanic nationals on Confedracian soil and no Tolvanic corporations had any holdings worth mentioning there either. The Foreign Ministry sent no communiques, no press conferences were held, and aside from a few blurbs on the TBC the crisis in Confedracia went ignored by Tolvan.

However, the Government had been mildly embarrassed when a senior MP within its Coalition had told reporters that he'd never even heard of a nation called "Confedracia". Naturally the "Loyal Opposition" had made hay over this gaffe and after a brief Cabinet Meeting, the Commonwealth dispatched a single cruiser to "monitor the situation".

For the Fearless' CO, Captain Lord Andrew Beck (The Ninth Count of West Dinburton), the assignment was most displeasing. Commanding a heavy cruiser in the Home Squadron was among the most prestigous berths in the whole of the Royal Navy, and to be sent on such a "milk run" was taken as a grave insult by the rather proud Count. However, Captain Beck could be excused of many things, but failing to discharge his duties was not one of those. Despite his disdain for his mission he'd carry out his orders to the letter. For a King's Officer there was no other other honourable course.

Marcus Brown sat in the War Room of the Parliament building with three of his top generals, a senior military cartographer, and the six men chosen to form the Striker Team. Brown reviewed maps of Confedracia and satellite reconnaissance photos, taking factors such as concentration of hostile forces, terrain, climate, and cover into consideration. Given the overall delicacy of the situation, he determined that the best way for the men to get in would be from the sea, however, the target objective city of Matanza seemed to be too far from the coast.

"Sir, if i may, the best way in may not be a direct drop. We could fly our men in on a civilian plane to a neighboring country. Then, once they're in, they could cross the Confedracian border and proceed to Matanza." said General Dan Fletcher.

Minister Brown replied, "That seems like it could work. Alright, men, your briefing is in 24 hours. General Fletcher, you stay here with us, we need to finalize the operation plans. Everyone else, dismiss."

((OOC: I don't have all that much to add in the way of explicit plot development, so everyone feel free to make your respective next moves, whether that be attending the conference(s), inserting your special forces, or whatever. Just don't feel obliged to wait on a post from me, since i'm waiting on y'all.))

The Casscaedian Task force was already close to Confedracian Waters. now they had to wait for a order for air strikes.....ater a air strike.

With Satellite Photos, The case for entering had now been made. It was time to end this Genocide and end a Dictator.

From Pine Woods Air Force Base, two B-2s were soon taking off for what as well be the start of a war. The Bombers were armed with Cruise Missiles. ready to take out the enemy force at Matanza.

President Rose soon went on Live TV

My Fellow Casscaedians, Today, we have now got proof from Satellites in Orbat of what can only be known as Murder. As of now, Thousands of Innocent people, are being killed by the Confedracian Govenment.

We are already sending Photos from The Satellites to other Governments and we also warn The Confedracian Govenment to cease and end all Genocide. I have also asked The War Department to start of the draft for all Genders ages 19 to 30 years of age.

We also ask That The leader of Confedracia and his sons be captured and tried for War Crimes. As of now, Casscaedia is at Defcon 2.

From: Lou Dennison, President of Merkonia
To: All Conflicting Parties

The people of Merkonia desperately hope that there is not a genocide taking place, furthermore the people of Merkonia can only hope for a peaceful resolution to this problem.

Nonetheless, Merkonia is welcoming refugee's from the conflict with open arms. We also will be setting up a medical facility at the University of Psychlum to accommodate many of the possibly debilitating injuries incurred from the conflict.

Thank you for your time,

Lou Dennison, President of Merkonia, Member of the Human Species.

The Strike Team assembled promptly for the briefing. Each man was packed and ready to go. On the table before them were their new passports, IDs, credit cards, and lives. Each striker was briefed individually, and soon, they boarded a helicopter bound for Bridge airport, where they would be boarding a flight to one of Confedracia's neighbor countries.

The strikers unloaded dressed in civilian clothes, and walked to the terminal. Their bags passed through processing unchecked and were delivered to the aircraft before regular cargo. No one on that flight could know the contents of that luggage. The bags included unmarked combat suits, weapons lacking serial numbers, and copies of all availiable intelligence regarding Confedracian troop movements, topography, and dossier files on Confedracian President Sotelo and his sons.

The aircraft took off and began its journey. Meanwhile, back in the war room of the capital building, Defense Minister Marcus Brown and General Dan Fletcher went over the intelligence reports as they updated.

A People's Republic reconnaissance ship teetered on the very edge of the international-confedracian waters. Its orders were to establish connections with Geostationary eye satellites and use them to monitor troop activities in Confedracia. Hacking into foreign nation's satellites may not only be a crime, but a breech of national security, however, with the ship's encrypted signal, what those countries didn't know wouldn't hurt them. In order to ensure the success of the mission, constant updates were necessary.

The aircraft carrying the strikers was due to touch down in a few hours. On the plane, the six men, each dressed in plain clothes, readied themselves mentally for the mission ahead.

“Casscaedian units are preparing for imminent action against our Commonwealth. Defend your nation.”
-President Emilio Sotelo of Confedracia, transmitted to all units of the Commonwealth Armed Forces, July 5th

General Jose Corrales Air Force Base, San Luis, Confedracia

Alarms were sounding throughout the base as General Anastas Batran of the Confedracian Air Force hastily buttoned up his uniform shirt and stormed into the command room.

“Casscaedian assets became active about five minutes ago, sir,” said a subordinate, saluting as the General entered. “We have reports of a pair of stealth bombers taking off from within their territory. Estimates put them within outermost strike range in less than an hour.”

“What do we have in the air?” asked the General, calmly as he studied the situation on the projected map.

“Six squadrons of F-11 interceptors, up there for an hour now.”

Another officer stood from where he was sitting nearby, and saluted.

“Sir, the President has given us the green light to engage!”

Batran nodded.

“Give the order. Find those bombers and take them down. And scramble everything we’ve got.”

Over the darkened Confedracian coast, two dozen Confedracian F-11 high altitude, high speed interceptors altered their course. If Air Force intelligence was accurate, a combination of Low-frequency radar and a bombardment of signals from bistatic radar emplacements on Confedracian cellular towars would likely flush out anything that was trying to penetrate Commonwealth airspace.

In the deep waters of the Gulf, along the coasts, and in the harbors at Baracoa, the Commonwealth Navy was stirring. The Third Fleet under Admiral Carmelo Vazquez was the closest collection of units to the Casscaedian task force. With over eighty warships under his command, right now he was the most important man in the Commonwealth.

“Sir, the President has given us clearance to engage.”

It fell on Vazquez’s ears like someone dropping a hammer on a metal floor. The Casscaedian ships were just barely over the horizon. He could practically see the whites of their eyes.

From four aircraft carriers, fighters and naval bombers were being scrambled, fanning out and targeting their mutual enemy. As they ascended, the waters below them lit up in orange and yellow as Vazquez’s missile cruisers opened up with a barrage of short-range ASM cruise missiles, directed at the Casscaedian task force, and the majority aimed at the carrier serving as its flagship.

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Excerpt from periodical publication concerning the war in Confedracia; Published seven months after the events it concerns:

At roughly four in the morning, Confedracian naval units under the command of Admiral Carmelo Vazquez executed a near simultaneous launch of close to one hundred short-range Harpoon cruise missiles. These were to all observers the first shots of the war, however it has been continually alleged by Confedracian officials who were close to the cabinet of President Sotelo at the time that intelligence had been ascertained concerning the deployment of Casscaedian stealth assets, with the apparent intention of an attack on Confedracian soil. Though no evidence has been produced (all reports concerning the incident remain highly classified by all governments involved), the accusation may not be as unfounded as it seems. For several hours prior…

HMS Fearless (CG-124)
Fity-four nautical miles SW of Confedracia

"Action Stations, Action Stations - Set Condition One throughout the ship. This is not a drill."

The blare of the ship's alert klaxons were deafening as the OOD passed he word to man Action Stations. The Fearless' radar had detected multiple Confedracian air and surface contacts operating near the territorial boundary. It hadn't taken them long to start firing off AShMs asthe contacts tenatively IDed as a Casscaedian task force.

Captain Beck had no intention of getting his lone ship, as impressive as she might be, inolved in a firefight with the damn fool locals or the meddling Casscaedians. To that end he was calling ship to stations and preparing to put some distance between himself and the combatants.

Beck quickly walked over to one of the bridge mics and thumbed the phone, "Radio, Conn - Send FLASH Traffic to HQ and advise them that the Confedracians have engaged the Casscaedian force in open combat. Request further instructions and advise them that I am withdrawing further out to sea."

"Conn, Radio - Aye sir."

Tolvanic Navy SATCOM Transmission
Data Packet #4255-17k

TO: Admiral Sir Reginald Fitch, Commander, Home Squadron
FROM: HMS Fearless (CG-124)

RE: Situation off Confedracia

Sir,

At 2054 BST, surface and air search RADAR detected ~80 surface ships and estimated 15 to 30 air contacts of Confedracian origin operating in and near Confedracian territorial waters/airspace.

At 2143 BST, we observed mass launch of ~100 AShMs, believed to be AGM-64 Harpoon (or equivalent) AShMs launched en masse at a surface force believed to be of Casscaedian origin.

Suspect that hostilities between Commonwealth of Confedracia and the nation of Casscaedia are imminent and unavoidable.

Be advised that HMS Fearless is withdrawing to eighty nautical miles outside Confedracian waters at this time and moving to Condition One.

Request further instructions at this time.

My regards,

Captain Lord Andrew Beck, Commanding Officer

*Message Ends*

Marcus Brown's war room team was in a state of panic after witnessing a sudden spike in military activity within Confedracia. The reconnaissance ship dispatched to monitor confedracia was ordered to retreat immediately back to port. Reports showed that Confedracia and Casscaedia were about to explode into war. Apart from making peace negotiations nearly impossible, especially since hostilities were picking up, it also meant increased danger to the Strike team, which by now had already landed.

The strikers retrieved their bags and exited the airport, taking two taxis to a small border town located right on the Confedracian border. Their next challenge would be sneaking into Confedracia. Surely enough, that opportunity came in the form of a truck headed for the border. The strikers flagged the driver down and told him a bogus story, claiming they had family in Confedracia, however, lacked the means to enter the country legally. The driver agreed to smuggle them through the border.

The Supreme Chancellor was at St.George's Cathedral preparing for peace talks when he received news of an exchange of fire over Confedracian territory between their air force and Navy, and the air force of Casscaedia. Chancellor Townsend knew this would make negotiations much tenser.

To damn with being put under consideration, there was a war going on, and if Kokkrat didn't get his hands on all those soon to be easily available Slaves then he'd never get a good chance like this again, the coast was still visible on the horizon as the multitude of Goblin Friggitz swang round the cape, there was still a way to go, enough time for some added Lootin', even if this was a failed venture the Goblinz could pay for their trip in the Loot they'd siezed.

"Boss Kokkrat!" A Hobgoblin drew Kokkrats attention, he was tall, thuggish as normal for Hobgoblins, but was approaching peacefully, "Wez getting might kloz, yooz told us tah remind yah tah kommz da 'Umiez!" Kokkrat snapped his fingers, he did order them to remind him.

The elderly Goblin hobbled into the Waaagh Ships bridge, past the ever mounting piles of Torkpedo warheads, he picked up the idle radio transmitter and cleared his throat, "Attention Konfedracianz, I unnerstand dat yahz keepin' ah offa unner konsideration, but dah drive ahf Waaagh is too much for dis old Goblin tah resist, wezis gonna stay outta yah wayz, but wezis gonna like tah help, ah fleet ah Friggitz is coming up unner yah Red (South) Koast, ah hopez dat ah forziz gonna be seen in good light anz dat wezis welkomed, yahz Goblin friend, Kokkrat!" He waited for a response.

Kokkrat looked out of the window into the clear sky, a New Moon, this would be a lucky war for the Kokkrat Klan.

A few minutes later, Kokkrat's radio crackled back with the Confedracian reply.

"Since you're here, you might as well get some," came the voice of Defense Minister Cortes himself, who had had the transmission rerouted to his own location. "Your forces will be left to their own devices. You are free to engage any Casscaedian vessels you encounter, so long as your vessels don't interfere with our operations."

Defense Minister Brian Fowel knew something bad had happened when two of his aides burst in, eyes wide and papers in their hands. He quickly took the paper, which was a telegram from one of the many satellite control centers in Telros, whom took the data coming in from the satellites and made sense of the information. And what is was showing now was something every Telrosian had feared. Someone had decided to try and strike first; the Casscaedians had sent two bombers and was also deploying its carrier strike force in its waters as well. This could mean war and the Casscaedians could not last against a foe like the Confedracians. However, they couldn't aid them....they wouldn't aid them. As much as the Telrosians despised the Confedracian government, they would not go to war. There was not yet a reason for such an extreme last resort.

He wrote a quick note that informed the Emperor and had his aides bring it to him as he comprised a quick speech for the representative to give to the press. And so it was that a small message came out of the Empire, as their representative prepared to diplomatically duel her Confedracian government. She knew this was going to make her side have a more difficult time since the Confedracians just got more ammo for their side. The message was heard on all news stations as the response from Telros:

"We have been informed about a possible attack having been performed on the Commonwealth of Confedracia. Information is still coming in, but all signs look to have it that Casscaedia launched an attack on their nation. We won't be totally sure until we know more but we condemn this attack and any other attacks that other nations may be planning. Diplomacy was invented and perfected for a reason; so we could work out our problems without resorting to such an extreme final option. If the nation of Casscaedia did undertake such an action, we condemn their actions and demand they call off their attack immediately, before we are forced to implement more drastic diplomatic measures."

General Darren Ferguson sat with Marcus Brown in the war room. His head was cool, despite the serious chain of events that had unfolded in the last few hours. He and Brown discussed temporarily aborting the reconnaissance operation.

"It seems that the Strikers could be entering a dangerous situation. The Confedracians are on the warpath, and we need to take precautions to avoid icing the cake. If the strikers are discovered, only god knows what will happen." said Minister Brown. The general nodded and looked over his tactical maps. "I won't allow this operation to be aborted when the strikers are already within the Confedracian borders." replied General Ferguson. The operation, as of now, was still on.

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Confedracia, 50 miles from Matanza

The six strikers, still in the truck, approached Matanza. They had began reviewing recent tactical information provided by General Ferguson. Now that the men were within Confedracian borders, there was no way for them to receive a military transmission without the possibility of being detected. The team would soon take up scout positions around Matanza in an attempt to assess the situation. They were made aware of the heightened military situation, and were ready to take necessary precautions. They still, however, were not given the green light to engage. This was to be a strict recon mission and nothing else.

Matanza was silent and dark as Alonso stepped into the helicopter. He slipped his cell phone into his coat pocket and shook his head. War.

He, along with his father, had hoped the diplomatic dallying would give his forces time to finish operations against the Arabs. By the time anything actually came to the table, the deadly work here would be over and buried. Apparently it wasn’t to be. It appeared that none of the other nations arrayed against the Commonwealth had joined the Casscaedians in forcing the Confedracian hand, but the deteriorating situation meant that he had to work faster than before.

The chopped flew low over the dried up riverbed running around the outskirts of the city. Soldiers were working below at some muted task. Gravedigging, for the Arabs killed in the siege of Matanza two days ago. Out in the jungle, a few explosions could be heard over the rotor blades. The fires were dying down. Only one stronghold of armed resistance remained in the immediate area. The rest of the Arabs, armed and otherwise, had fled south, or towards the western border. They would be blocked, turned back, arrested, or quietly finished off, preventing the problem from spilling over into border operations. Alonso’s machine was efficient. He was good at this. It made his stomach turn a little.

The helicopter touched down a few kilometers away, at a small makeshift camp on the edge of the jungle. He was met by a General Claudio Figo, a short, stout man in charge of the contingent operating in the area.

“Sir, our soldiers have just seized their last holdout in Matanza. The cave in the hills a half mile from here. We drove them out with gas. We took a few prisoners. Their resistance seems poorly organized. They’re fleeing south, mostly. I’m sending detachments to cut off their retreat.”

Alonso nodded without saying anything, and proceeded towards the entrance of a bunker, dug a few weeks earlier. He left the General at the command post and walked down the concrete corridor towards a large metal door. He was afraid of what he would find inside, and his fears were confirmed. Inside were rows of cells. They were empty, except for the last one, where screams emanated, along with sounds and strange vibration.

Francisco was probing a bare chested Arab prisoner with the naked electrodes of a car battery. The man twitched and from his gagged mouth came gurgling sounds. His brother wasn’t laughing. His eyes were all concentration. As Alonso stepped in, Francisco withdrew the probes and let them fall.

“This one’s done with. Finish him off and bring in the next one.”

Francisco looked up and nodded at his brother, wiping his hands with a rag.

“You want a turn?” he asked, and smiled. “Didn’t think so.”

Alonso leaned against the wall of the cell, unwilling to look his brother in the face.

“They’re useless. Tell your men to get better captives.”

“They don’t know anything, Francisco. They’re not organized.”

“I’m coming to the same conclusion. I think I’ll just shoot the rest of them.”

“You’ve got to move from here. The Casscaedians are set to commence operations. They could kill us both with a single missile strike.”

Francisco nodded and stroked his beard.

“Good point. I’ll finish this next one and call a chopper. Where are you going?”

“South. My men are finished here. The Arabs are retreating south.”

Francisco nodded again. A pair of soldiers dragged in the next prisoner. Alonso stepped out.

The dry climate of the desert region near Matanza had little effect on the strikers. It was nighttime, and the Strikers had now exited the truck. The night would provide cover for the team as they approached their set positions. The six men divided into two groups of three. Maj. Alec Leamas, the squad leader, Chris Reilly, an expert sharpshooter, and Frank Thomas, an expert in recon operations, formed Group one. Group two was made up of Sun JiHai, a former Cabinet Intelligence Service (CIS) assassin, Joe Clarke, a master of the Barrett, and Tom Kent, an expert in explosives and heavy weapons. Group one took up a position on the South side of the city, leaving group two to take position on the East side.

As 1 got into position, 2 began its journey around the city, being careful to avoid roadways. Meanwhile, Team one started its recon of the city, citing and making note of locations with high concentrations of hostiles. It looked as if the bulk of the fighting was over, and the Confedracians were mopping up. It was a shitty time for war, thought Major Leamas. Any attack on this location would mop the Confedracians clear of evidence. "What were those bastards thinking?" he thought. Reilly and Thomas surveyed the city and kept contact with Team Two, who had almost made it to the East side.

Clarke and Jihai scouted for possible locations to survey from. After finding one, Clarke took his Barret .50 Caliber rifle out of its case. He mounted it on the cliff side overlooking the city and began his survey. Clarke and Reilly spotted several subjects retreating to the south side of the city.

"Two here, we've got subjects heading south. Requesting verification." Reilly spoke into his headset.
He received a reply from Leamas: "Targets are civilian. Do not engage." Reilly kept his scope on the fleeing civilians, darting between them and the city limits.
"If they're running, there has to be something they're running from." said Reilly. He clutched his rifle grip in his hand as his finger eased onto the trigger. A cool, tranquil breeze blew across the dry landscape, and the night set the mood for a great stakeout. All that was left to do was wait.

The Two Bombers were still heading for Confedracia. It was good thing to be close to the nation south of The enemy. The Bombers were going along the coast, heading for the enemy nation. Once they reached the southern boarder. They would soon head for the target: The enemy force at Matanza. the city was not to be destroyed.

The Casscaedian also had sent The Telrosians The Satellite Pictures of Matanza, with Lables of "Mass Graves Here" in a few areas that were zoomed in by The Satellite Cameras.

The Task Force was still staying out in International waters, keeping away from enemy waters till ordered. Then radar picked up incoming Missiles.

The Task force soon started useing It's Anti-Missile Defenses against the enemy Missiles. shooting many down. but there were losses. as two of The Cruisers were sinking and the Carrier was damaged. The Task Force soon started heading away from the edge of enemy waters as fast as possible. But still, what The Confedracians had done was not made the Small Scale Air Strike that was to be made into a all Out war.

Somewhere near Matanza, Confedracia

The wind stirred a bit. It faced South, pushing the fleeing Arabs, but also their pursuers. From the intelligence reports the Striker team received, it seemed evident that not one, but two of the president's sons were in the Matanza area. The six strikers knew they were on a strictly reconnaissance mission, but fingers sometimes slip, especially in the cold of a desert at night. Leamas checked his binoculars, trying to distinguish fleeing civilians from soldiers. At the distance he was at, even with the infra red, sight was but a dream. The only way to tell who was hostile was when the shots started ringing.

Leamas and his team were laying perfectly still on the top of a sand dune overlooking a riverbank. No noise could be heard around them.

"All quiet on the South side, Clarke. What's your status, over?" Leamas spoke into his headset.

"I'm still no joy. Movement in sector three, possible hostile. Trying for visual conformation." was his reply.
Hours had passed, and all that had kept the team going was a few fleeing civilians and minor activity in a dead city. The evidence of a mass killing was staggering. At that very moment, Leamas and Reilly, separated by miles, each had the same thought. The military sent them in with long-range satellite transmission equipment, the latest in encryption, and equipment specially made for this very mission. The only thing their loving government forgot to pack was an exit strategy.


Somewhere over Stamford Point

Three Chinook helicopters carrying three six man striker cells were preparing for landing at Kingsport Naval base. A secret mobilization of special forces was in effect. Their purpose: Extermination & Cleanup. The Supreme Chancellor was given the illusion of total power. It was written all over the constitution. What wasn't included in the constitution, however, were limitations on Upper House and Ministry independent operations.

Kingsport Naval Base

General Darren Ferguson and Defense Minister Marcus Brown planned to take matters into their own hands. In their minds, the entire ruling regime of Confedracia were the enemies of mankind. Once a soldier fights a revolutionary campaign, he never stops his fight. The difference between Brown and Chancellor Townsend was, in Brown's words, that "Townsend is a pussy. Diplomacy solves nothing. It's too slow, and by the time negotiations finish, there won't be a single Arab left breathing to negotiate for."

He was right, after all. He didn't need to prove it to himself, just to his Chancellor and his countrymen. Brown and Ferguson were assembling eighteen men, each trained to operate completely independent of central leadership, military intelligence, or equipment of any kind. These men could be considered the ultimate in special forces. Their training was for a new kind of Guerrilla warfare.
Each man would enter Confedracia perfectly legally, with a new identity, nationality, and life. They would bring with them nothing but clothing, money, and the basic commodities found on most immigrants. For years they would work, earning money to finance their operation. They would buy their own arms and equipment, finance their own small militias made of radical anti-government groups who had the balls for revolution, just not the cash, and then, at a set date in the future, plan and carry out a complex offensive on the scale of Tet. In theory, it seemed flawless. In the field, however, things could, or could not, go quite differently. Requisitioning funds for the operation was as easy as buying eighteen plane or ship tickets, meaning the whole thing could pass right under the government's nose.

"Gentlemen, you have been selected for Operation Toymaker based on your efforts and skills in Guerrilla warfare during your time in the Three Year's War. You men are nothing short of outstanding. Each one of you has been commended for valor, bravery, and outstanding service to your country. Your decision to accept is admirable, and your country thanks you. Due to the nature of this operation, however, none of you shall be allowed any home leave. You will train hard over the next three months. Apart from physical and tactical training, you must familiarize yourselves with all commonly used Confedracian languages, plus the native languages and dialects of the countries you shall be assigned. You will erase your current lives and replace them with the lives of your new alter-ego. Any questions?" Brown looked at each of the men. Silent obedience, his favorite sound.
"Good. Dismiss!"

The men left the room one by one and went to their barracks. As part of the training, the men were to be kept away from each other at all times for the duration of their stay on base. Each would train with different companies, at different hours, in different areas, ensuring complete independence of squad support, and to make sure no close relationships were developed.

While the men began their conditioning, Brown and Ferguson went to work on designing the perfect backdrops for each man. The Confedracians wouldn't have a clue what hit them, when it did.

((OOC: Sorry guys, I've been real busy since I got home. Hoping to continue this soon.))

((OOC: On another note, Casscaedia, you are aware that I fired one-hundred cruise missiles in salvo at your vessels?))