NationStates Jolt Archive

"And to the international community - I beckon to you, help us strike down the Doomani and other hostile forces! They are the ones that will pray on anyone who dares to speak against their cruel intentions! Their evil actions! Their murderous rampages! It is high time they--"

President Gio's right shoulder exploded, a force pushing him back a few stumbling steps in shock. An instant later, at Gio looked upwards with bedazzled eyes, he was hit by two more sniper shots, a portion of his chest and the crown of his head bursting. He fell back. Dead.

-----One Hour Prior-----

President Barry Gio has made many friends over the first couple weeks of his Presidency. He's also made some very large enemies as well. Even ViZionarians and close allies were split on how they felt about this man, Barry Gio.

He was very admirable, a stand-up man, and one who felt he must speak his mind. It's what has gotten him here. And he felt a need to speak out against many things. Such as the illegal occupation of Italy and Tunisia by the Doomani forces and their allies. Their cronies has Gio put it.

And while he made strong allies and enemies within his own circle of citizens and allies, he made some major waves in those who had opposed him and who he spoke against. Doomingsland announced that they were to strike ViZion down. And one would have to be a fool to believe anyone not aligned with the Doomani would forfeit such an attack. To group together and attempt to strike down one of the largest opposing forces of such nations, a country that has a rich history of influence in culture, economy, and in times past, military. A nation that has outlasted most others across the globe. And one that stands currently at the forefront of economic might.

It was clear to President Barry Gio that the time was nearing that ViZion's African claims would come under siege from many powers. And he realized that it might be up to the ViZionarians to fight back, as it appeared her allies would not follow her into this battle; to help her in this time of need.

So, he would need to speak to his people, to prepare them. And to begin evacuations. While most would not escape in time, they would be evacuating woman and children first to try to save as many as possible. In addition, the underground networks were being opened so that woman and children could receive some additional safety.

The underground network of tunnels and massive 'safehouses' were never meant to handle the amount of people ViZion currently had in Africa. And while the tunnels did eventually lead to the coastline and even some out of the country, they still would not have enough time to cram all civilians into them to help escape. So it was women and children only.

All airports were being setup for emergency evacuations. ViZionarian and other ViZionarian airlines pledged to use all aircrafts they could to help evacuate women and men out of the Africa claims to any nation willing to accept them.

-----The Speech-----

President Barry Gio stepped up to the podium in downtown Vitalita. It was a warm, sunny spring morning. A slight easterly breeze added a hint of calm to a panicked city.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Men, women, children. ViZionarians! The Doomani have once again pledged to wage their murderous war against us! They once again plan to rape and pillage all that they can! And they will stop at nothing. We know their cronies, their lapdogs, will join them. And we know most of our allies will not aid us in this fight. It is our fight. It is yours. It is mine. It is your children and your parents. It is your neighbors and best friends.

We are in this together. They will stop at nothing to have your wife, to torture your children, to behead you! And we must stop at nothing to stop them from doing that! God is great, God is with us! But we are here on earth, and we must fight our fight.

We must help ourselves and our neighbors, our friends, our family. We are all one. We are all ViZionarian. They will not go easy on anyone. They will show no mercy to even a baby. They are no better than an enraged dog with rabies. They have no moral compass. Not one of us can expect anything but the very worst from these men derived from Satin himself!

But we do have hope! We have God with us. We are ViZionarians! We will stand, shoulder-to-shoulder, fighting the right fight. No matter their numbers, no matter their methods or morals, no matter their weapons. We will not let them take this land. We will not let them take our lives, our wives, our children! We cannot!

We ViZionarians have stood in might far longer than nearly any country has ever been on this earth. And this is not our time to go! Let us show that, like in the past, we will prevail - and we will be the mighty force for all things good once again! Not the Doomani, not anyone can take that from us! We are fighting the right fight, and we will ride into shining, glorious victory, triumphing over all that evil has to throw at us! The Doomani will meet their master as they march onto our land! And their allies shall be blinded in our light as we strike them down to the Hell they deserve to be in!

The President took a deep breath, the thousands in the streets and hanging out the windows of buildings cheering to him.

"And to the international community - I beckon to you, help us strike down the Doomani and other hostile forces! This is the right fight! Let us end their tyranny! They are the ones that will pray on anyone who dares to speak against their cruel intentions! Their evil actions! Their murderous rampages! It is high time they--"

President Gio's right shoulder exploded, a force pushing Gio back a few stumbling steps in shock. An instant later, at Gio looked looked upwards with bedazzled eyes, he was hit by two more sniper shots, a portion of his chest and the crown of his head bursting. He fell back. Dead.

To: Government of ViZion
CC: Defense Corporations Enquirer
From: Lau Law, CoDC
Re: Doomani conflict

Please inform the people of ViZion that we are willing to take in any people temporarily displaced by the Doomani-ViZionarian conflict. Gates have been set aside at Oshima Airport and Haneda International Airport, Tokyo; Gimpo International Airport, Seoul; Hongqiao International airport, Shanghai; and Subang International Airport, Kuala Lumpur.

"Why those airports?" David asked.

"You know why," Lau grunted.

"But do you?"

"Yeah - they're secondary airports, with less international traffic, so we don't have to bump as many flights."

"Good, you have learned something. I think I'll take you on as a full-fledged paralegal, rather than a mere intern. That good with you? Good."

Dear ViZion,
On behalf of myself and all of Tucker Island we are sorry to hear of this tradgedy. I am currently waiting on approval by my senate to deploy troops. We will do whatever it takes to create peace, even if it costs the lives of Tuckeran soldiers.
Sincerely President Burkley

Official Communication from Aurum Domus High Command

The Aurum Doman people sympathize with your struggle against the tyrannical Doomani and are fully prepared to assist you militarily. A Doomani puppet regime run by my sister utterly ruined Aurum Domus for decades and it is only now after many years that we have reemerged from isolation.

Regards,
High General Scott Oron

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Public Announcement from the Presidential Office

Today, President Barry Gio was mercilessly assassinated will making a speech to the people of ViZion and the international community. Vice President Horris Mises is being sworn in immediately as the new president of the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion.

We ask that the public remain calm and proceed as the situation requires so that we may effectively evacuate as many civilians as possible.

We have no details that we can release yet on who is behind this or who the shooter is. We will release some information when the details are available so long as it does not hurt the investigation.

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Lau Law,

We thank you for your willingness to assist in evacuations. We will direct some flights there.

Thank you,

Vice President Horris Mises

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President Burkley,

We would like to thank you for your willingness to assist us. We will speak further on more secure lines.

Vice President Horris Mises

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High General Scott Oron,

Thank you for your pledge of help. We will speak about this on more secure lines.

Vice President Horris Mises

Your welcome and my senate approved by one vote. We are ready to assist whenever you are
-President Burkley

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Ustian Broadcasting Center

"Oh my god, Jesus..." The news anchors of UBC starred at their screen with shock. The assassination surprised everyone in the studio, no one said or did anything for several seconds. "Umm, I'm not sure exactly what just happened but it seems President Barry Gio has just been shot, uhh....we will fill you in on this developing situation as it continues." The anchors didn't know what to do; their eyes were scanning back forth, looking for direction. The male anchor scratched his head, "Could...could we cut to a commercial? I mean..." The broadcast cut off suddenly, replaced by a random car commercial.

Minister House, personal corridors:

*Knock*knock* "Mr. Prime Minister?" *knock*knock* "Mr. Prime Minister? I need to speak with you." The constant knocking noise awoke Jeff from a groggy sleep. He'd just spent half a day touring the naval base at Avalon and speaking with members of the Defense Ministry about some recent military purchases. The Secret Service agent outside his door continued knocking as Jeff pulled himself out of bed and towards the door. He slowly opened it and asked, "Yes? What is it?"
"Sir, the situation in ViZion is starting to boil over." Jeff tried to focus on the SS agent as he slowly came out of his tired phase, "How so?" The agent paused for a second; "President Barry Gio was assassinated on live television during his speech sir."
"My god..."
"Indeed sir." The Prime Minister thinked to himself. He raised his right hand and shock his head as if he was agreeing with someone. "Alright, assemble the Cabinet, 15 minutes."
"Yes sir."

Cabinet room:

"We have to assist this country sir!"
"Why? What the hell do they have to do with us?"
"You heartless bastard!" The Defense Minister and Defense Staff Chief had been arguing for several minutes now. There constant chatter had effectively stalled the meeting and Jeff had had enough of it, "Stop it! Both of you!" The two cabinet members shut their mouths almost instantly. Jeff cleared his throat and continued the meeting, "We are going to assist this nation, period."
"But sir..."
"Period Defense Minister!" The Minister gave Jeff an anger look, "Yes Mr. Prime Minister."
"Good, lets keep it that way." Jeff turned his attention towards his Chief of Staff, "Now, how fast can we get support on the ground?" The Chief of the Air Staff spoke first, "In a few hours sir, maybe less."
"Good, I want the 66th Airborne Division on standby and additional aircraft ready for civilian evacuation."
"Yes sir." Jeff turned towards The Chief of Naval Staff, "Fleet Admiral."
"Sir?"
"How long will it take for a Fleet?"
"Several days, possibly a week."
"Get those ships moving Admiral."
"Yes sir." The Defense Minister starred at the Prime Minister with scorn. He knew how this would turn out, bloody and pointless. However, he had no choice in the matter, Jeff was the commander-in-chief and he was just a Minister. The only thing he wondered about was how long it was going to take Jeff to realize his mistake.

OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT PROCLAMATION
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From: Republic of Ustia
To: Government of ViZion

The Ustian Republic is deeply saddened by the loss of your President. We are also deeply concerned about the situation your country is currently in. In order to help lift your nation out of this dark period we would like to offer our assistance in any matter possible. We can provide the means to evacuate your citizens, provide military support, and help with food, medical, or even water issues. You are not alone in this conflict, there are nations willing to come to your aid and we are one of them. Let us drive this evil back together and secure your nations future.

Sincerely,
Prime Minister Jeff Carson

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Prime Minister Jeff Carson,

Thank you for your willingness to assist us in this time of need. We are looking to evacuate what civilians we can while there is still time. We may be in need of military assistance as well. Any assistance in ******** would be a tremendous help to us.

We will keep in touch. Thank you.

President Horris Mises

OOC: Got AIM/MSN?

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High General Scott Oron,

Your offer of assistance is something I do not even have words for to thank you. We are looking to *****. Assistance in ********* initial aim.

Let us know if you can assist us in this.

Thank you,

President Horris Mises

OOC: You have AIM/MSN?

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Official Statement by President Horris Mises

Today has been a tragic day here in ViZion. It has been announced that Doomingsland has plans to attack, and then the late President Barry Gio was gunned down in cold blood. While I cannot comment at this time on that, we will update you as facts become clearer.

Now, to the Doomani situation. As President of the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion, I appeal to you to cease any actions you have planned against our nation. President Barry Gio had no intentions of attacking, however I do not agree with all of what he said.

As an ambassador in the past, my intentions cannot be clearer - I am looking for peace and to avert such a situation. I ask that we sit at a table to work out this situation. Surely you have better things to do than waste your money, time, effort, and troops on a war when the very man who sparked your anger was gunned down in cold blood.

You will not gain anything here by fighting us. Again, I ask that cooler heads prevail. Barry Gio was a man of any words, and was most certainly rough around the edges. However, he was a good man who had no intentions of invading and attacking your nation or your people. Will you agree to cease your planned attacks?

President Horris Mises

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People of ViZion

We, the soldiers of the 1st Division of the Eagle Militia of Rothbardlund pledge our assistance in evacuating civilians into Rothbardlund. As you may be aware, Rothbardlund has no government and knows no laws but natural law; Rothbardlund would therefore take any members of government that may need safe keeping. It is advisable to keep this a secret; the other militias and insurance companies of Rothbardlund may not agree with keeping ranking members of the government here.

Commander Ron Segler
Eagle Militia

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Commander Ron Segler,

Thank you for your willingness to accept some of our people. We are also glad you have Natural Law, something our nation is based on. We look forward to keeping such beliefs intact in ViZion into the future.

President Horris Mises

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Aircrafts were being fueled. Soldiers were being called to the fight. Weapons were being primed. Ships were setting to see. Even with the President's appeal to cease hostilities, people knew the chances were slim that such an appeal would be answered to their liking.

Aboard VZN Hammer Head Aircraft Carrier
The ancient Nimitz-class carrier wasn't something the ViZionarian Navy prided itself on these days. However, given the ship was serviceable and happened to be in the water for some navy testing, no one felt any aircraft carrier that was usable should be pushed aside.

And thus, the VZN Hammer Head, forty five years old, was heading out to sea with a load of much more modern aircraft. There was little to be said for ViZion's immediate recommissioning of such a ship. And there was sure to be a few more older ships to be recommissioned and put into action.

"Sir, it is an honor to serve under you." Lieutenant Captain Arnold Bradworth said as he stood next to Captain J.P. Harnsward. "You have said that already." he responded gruffly.

Captain J.P. Harnsward was an old man, nearly eighty years of age and having serviced at this ships captain three decades prior. The man was of a large, husky stature, even at his age, and was well worn from the seas. Even so, his spirit was quite remarkable, with a determined attitude that some would say was rude while others say was simply determined.

"God damned Doomani. The only reason I'm out here is to blow the mother fuckers to hell. Barry Gio was a great man. And for speaking out against those hellraising children they call 'men', he was killed. I'd like to board any of their ships if I wasn't a captain of a carrier. I enjoyed the days of blowing up the enemies on those old battleships and destroyers. Those were the days." he grumbled loudly.

OOC: Send me a TG Viz

At time of the assassination:

The III Duce Zimarhaf Naijarobi sat there at the television, watching what was unfolding during the leader of ViZion's speech. Then, the three shots came, on live TV.

"I cannot believe it, he is dead. We just watched as the leader of ViZion was assassinated. Keep this quiet to the population, and maKe sure of it that no one outside of this building finds out!"

The revolution in Rhodesia-Fascista had just ended, however not in the same way many nations are started. For the communists didn't win, the Fascists did. The white, Italian fascists did. And this African nation was run by the Italians now.

"Send our "condolencies" to the people of ViZion. But ensure me once again it will not become Known by our people."

Angenteria News International Studio
Shortly before the Incident

"-Prosecutor Edgeworth commented that he will be investigating the case personally." The news anchor said, a women in her late 20's

"And now for a special report." Her partner, a man in his mid 30's, spoke up. He turned his head. "President Barry Gio of ViZion is about to made a public address to the world. Analysts tell us that he will be speaking against the Doomingsland occupation of Italy and Tunisia, which we covered earlier this year. We take you live to the city of Vitalita, where he is about to made the address."

Downtown Vitalita

"We're on in five, four, three..." The cameraman quieted down, mouthing the words as he counted down. Micheal Stacks straightened his tie, and held the microphone in front of him.

...two, one.

"Thank you, Jason." Stacks began, coolly and confidently. "I'm here, in downtown Vitalita where, in just moments, President Gio will be making an international address to the world, denouncing what he has called an 'illegal occupation.'" Stacks looked over his shoulder. "It looks like he's about to begin."

The screen cut to another camera, focused on President Gio.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Men, women, children..."
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The speech went on for several minutes. In it, President Gio denounced the Doomingsland occupation, rallied the people of ViZion against them. Making a statement to the International Community, he urged other nations to take action against the Doomani.

That's when it all went to hell.

A gunshot rang out through the streets, and the President recoiled backwards, a hole blasted here his shoulder should've been. Panicking began to break through the crowd as citizens began screaming in horror, fleeing the area with in a disorganized morass as two more gunshots were heard, and the President fell back, dead. Panicked citizens fled in every direction as ViZion security rushed to secure the President's body. Micheal Stacks stood in horror as the scene unfolded.

"Mike!" His cameraman yelled "MIKE!"

Stacks snapped into reality, and turned towards the camera, his free hand on his earpiece.

"I don't know if you're getting this, viewers!" He shouted over the scream of the crowd, fear in his voice. "But President Gio has been shot by an unknown gunman!"

"I repeat, President Gio has been shot!"

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Imperial Palace
Angenteria City

Emperor Marcus Riektal stormed into the room, the door guards snapping crisp salutes as he entered. The men and women at the conference table in front of him stood in one, fluid motion.

"Your Majesty!" They called out in unison, bowing their head, placing their fists over their hearts.

"Be seated." He ordered, without stopping, taking his seat at the head of the table.

"I've just been briefed." He began. "Anything new?"

"Your Majesty." The Lord-Minister of Information began. "The ViZionians have just sworn in the vice-president. He's just made an official statement, asking the Doomani to settle their differences peacefully."

"They're not going to do that." The Lord-Minister of Foreign Affairs spoke up. "These countries have been enemies for some time, Your Majesty. That, and it's clear that, despite what he said, President Gio wanted blood. The Doomani won't back down."

"And for all we know, the Doomani were the ones that killed him." Emperor Riektal commented.

"Precisely." The Lord-Minister said, nodding.

"So, we have two nations about to rip each other to shreds, one who's president's just been killed. We happen to be kinda-sorta good relations with one of them. Suggestions?"

"Your Majesty." A lord-minister spoke up. "It's imperative that we assist the ViZionians. It's true that the Doomingsland occupation is questionable, and it's obvious that they had President Gio assassinated to weaken their base of power!"

"That's just conjecture!" Another lord-minister shouted, pounding his fist on the table. "There's no way we can prove that!"

"While it may be, Larson." The first lord-minister responded. "It's reasonable to assume, given the history between the two nations." He sat back "To put it simply, it's something they'd do."

"Our neutrality would definitely be respected if we chose not to intervene." Someone else put in. "We're not very well affiliated with either nation, and wouldn't gain any direct benefit from involving ourselves."

"So you would just sit there and do nothing?" Another Lord-Minister argued "It's about doing what's right, not about what's in it for us!"

Emperor Riektal considered the Angenterian position. He couldn't just sit there and watch. "I've made my decision." The room quieted.

"We shall assist the ViZionians."
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From the Desk of His Imperial Majesty

To: President Horris Mises

Mr. President,

On behalf of all Angenteria, I would like to send our deepest condolences at the loss of President Gio. He has a fine man, and we are greatly saddened at this loss.

On a different note, I would like you to know that we stand ready and able to aid you in any way we can.

Once again, we apologize for your loss.

Sincerely,
Marcus Riektal
Emperor of the Holy Imperium

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Marcus Riektal,

I wish to thank you for your support. It is a tough time right now. Two weeks after being sworn in, we lose our President. The Doomani and her allies are looking to strike at us. And support is dwindling from our allies. You most certainly are brave to stand up in support of us, and when this is done, this will not soon be forgotten.

We know there is not much in the way of military support you can help us with, however any help in evacuating women and children out of harms way before any military strikes are taken would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you,

President Horris Mises

The Cabinet meeting ended after the rest of the Chief of Staff and other Cabinet members hammered out the details of the deployment. As the Defense Minister made his way out of the room, Jeff motioned him over for a second, "Yes Mr. Prime Minister?" Jeff organized some papers in front of him as he spoke, "You know Owen, I do understand your concerns, I really do. Why be the knight in shining armor when it has nothing to do with us?" Owen shifted his feet, "Your point sir?"
"My point is that such a rich and care free nation like are's has no right to set back and watch the world burn. We can't doom innocent people just because we have it good, it’s not right." Owen cleared his throat, "What about Dinsmer sir?" The PM raised an eyebrow, "Dinsmer is an exception Owen."
"An exception sir?"
"Exactly."
"Well then, what about the 'little incident' around Tolvin sir? Or Birania? Or any other shit hole mess we get involved in?" Jeff went silent. He grabbed the rest of the papers that detailed the military operations for ViZion and started to stroll out of the room, however, he stopped just short and turned around to face Owen. He held up the papers and faced them towards Owen, "When this is accepted by Parliament I expect you to support this plan Defense Minister."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, I just want a Minister that has faith in humanity, that's all."

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Ustian Broadcasting Center

"Earlier Today, Parliament approved Prime Minister Jeff Carson's initiative on the situation with ViZion. We don't know all the details at this time but we do know it includes a large military deployment to the country and a provision for a declaration of war if the need arises. The measure was approved by a large majority in the House of Commons but just barely in the Senate to equal a 2/3's majority. We also have confirmed reports that the 1st and 2nd M.E.F. (Marine Expeditionary Force) have left their harbors and are heading straight for ViZion. Valais Air Force Base is also alive with activity today, it seems a large amount of aircraft is heading off for a deployment to ViZion. We will keep you posted on this ever increasing situation."

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To: President Horris Mises
From: Prime Minister Jeff Carson

Everything is in motion, naval and air elements are being deployed as I send this message to you. The 66th Airborne Division along with extra cargo planes will be the first to arrive at ********. These men and women are well trained and well equipped for a variety of missions including air assault and raid operations, use them wisely. The rest of the force, which includes the 1st and 2nd M.E.F, will arrive within a few days by sea. Other military elements are also being called up encase more is needed. I hope this force will help to drive back any potential invader.

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OOC: I do not have AIM or MSN unfortunately. Also, what do you mean by ******** anyways?

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Prime Minister Jeff Carson,

Excellent! I cannot thank you enough for your willingness to assist us. We are still hoping to manage peace before anything happens, however I think we are all realists and realize that we cannot sit on our hands while expecting that to happen. We look forward to working with you ever closer in the future, and this assistance will not be forgotten.

Thank you,

President Horris Mises

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Relief. That was the predominant feeling in the Nord-Brutlandese Foreign Ministry. They know they shouldn't rejoice at the passing of a person, but they knew that Gio remaining in the Vizionarian presidency would be dangerous. Gio's continued warmongering presented the greater risk of war, because perhaps Doomingsland could be persuaded to back down now that Gio's dead...

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To: the Hon. Horris Mises
President of Vizion

The United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden wishes to express its condolences for the death of your president. We hope that the assassin would be caught soon.

While the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden will not intervene militarily on the escalating conflict, we deem it as our duty to help your nation in what we expect to be a humanitarian crisis.

As such, we would be opening our borders to civilians who would be potentially be displaced by the impending conflict. Brutland and Norden is capable of accepting one million people, to be settled, temporarily, in the islands of Union Island (100,000), Liparegna (80,000), Stampione (35,000), Piscierettu (20,000), Novaliente (20,000), Dorico (7,000), San Nigello (4,000), Corregiore (2,500), Latronico (2,000), Mandazzo (1,000), Bolgone (1,000), Tocano (500), and on camps in mainland Brutland [Petacciatto (105,000), Patrica (88,500), Sermioneta (45,000), Colonella di Bruttii (32,000), Broccostella (25,000), Brissago (20,000), Redipuglia (14,000), Golpramaro (8,000), Pontecorvo (4,000), Tessennano (4,000), and Valentano (3,000)] and Norden [Crebiastano (80,000), Balcesina (55,000), Taurianova (40,000), Mestagno (35,000), Campogallicano (30,000), Carignano (22,000), Calgareda (21,000), Pianurapoli (20,000), Gardalfiera (16,000), Zurica (15,000), Santa Podenzana (11,000), Castelleone (10,000), Borgònzamo (9,000), Schio (5,000), Capergnanica (3,000), Gerocarne (3,000), Pontachianale (2,000) and San Piero di Dennillia (1,500)]. Though these camps are meant to be transit camps where the refugees will wait while we find more permanent places for them to stay, these are fully furnished communities which can be inhabited for longer periods, and perhaps permanently. The Royal Nord-Brutlandese Red Cross, the newly-formed Vizionarian Assistance Association, the local governments, the government and the King will be assisting the efforts to house and provide for the refugees.

In order to transport the refugees, the Royal Nord-Brutlandese Navy can send six transport ships, the LVS Lacedonia, LVS Ricarcamona, LVS San Bruno, LVS San Nicola, LVS Ducotto di Padania, and LVS Sant'Arcangèlo, to Vitalita to assist in the evacuation. The refugees will be transported to Dennillia Naval Base in Costalinno, from which they will be transferred to other camps. The Royal Nord-Brutlandese Navy will be waiting for your response. Alternatively, planes can land at Mestagno Domestic Airport. The Royal Aviation Agency will be issuing special permits for the planes to land there.

Thank you.
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Official Communiqué

Classification: Closed
From: Office of the Covenant Ambassador to ViZion, MEA (UIK/COV)
To: President Horris Mises, of ViZion
Subject: Facilitation of evacuation of non-combatants

To President Horris Mises, of ViZion, greetings.

On behalf of His Serene Majesty's Government, we offer our condolences for the untimely death of your predecessor.

We are willing to provide safe harbour to five hundred thousand (500,000), civilian non-combatants (which fall under the provisions of Civilian Non-Combatant [CNC] Class A) in the UIK, and an additional one million (1,000,000) CNC Class A persons in other nations of the Covenant. Currently serving senior government officials are classed as CNC Class B, and so are not eligible to take advantage of this offer. We are also, through various quasi-autonomous non-government organisations, willing to facilitate the evacuation of other CNC's (not restricted by class) to third-party nations.

We cannot commit to any form of military assistance, and hope that your efforts to relax current relations between ViZion and Doomingsland are successful.

Regards,

His Excellency, the Ruiri Aengus Uí Caoláin,
His Most Serene Majesty’s Ambassador to ViZion
Ministry of External Affairs

Dame Kimberly O'Brian,
His Serene Majesty's Secretary of State for Aid and Humanitarian Efforts
Ministry of External Affairs
UIK/COV

Marianna Cortanella,

I would like to thank you for your willingness to accept civilians during this time of need. We appreciate any and all assistance in helping transport these people, as the most assistance in doing such, the more we can help out of harms way should the invasion happen.

President Horris Mises

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Ruiri Aengus Uí Caoláin,

Thank you for your assistance in accepting ViZionarian civilians. We will begin having aircraft and ships that include ViZionarian CNC Class A-eligible citizens to your nation.

President Horris Mises

OOC: Done with ViZion's permission.

IC:

With the threat of Doomani invasion impending,Allanean troops had been poised around the ViZionarian capitol – four hundred thousand troops, twenty divisions of ground forces. Five divisions of Confederate troops were also assisting in this motion, and very soon, the appearance of troops in foreign uniforms was not a surprise to the ViZionarians. It was a symbol – a sign that the protective wings of the Allanean eagle were stretched over its young – that the United States would not let its faithful junior ally down.

And it wouldn't – though the help that they were going to render was different from the help that they had formally offered. Even as the new President was making his announcement, the commanders of the Allanean divisions were receiving phone calls on encoded lines.

“Order Sixty-Six is now active. Open Contingency File 6-B. Execute now.”

Helicopters took off, tanks and trucks revved up their engines. Troops in parade uniforms took off towards key centers of the ViZionarian government. The local authorities were warned that this was taking place – for the Allaneans supposedly had data that Doomani saboteurs were hiding throughout the city. Defensive measures had to be taken, immediately!

Trucks full of Confederate Light Infantry, dressed in light green Lyran uniforms, passed on the bridge past the Cacti Tower, the bayonets on their enormous Lee-Nordfelt rifles gleaming in the afternoon sun, the Confederate flags waving from their vehicles, and civilians waved to them as they passed by.

Bellicus helicopters marked with the signs of the Allanean military hovered over the roof of the Imperial Isles Airways tower, and men armed with sniper rifles rappeled down to the roof. There, they would take positions that would allow them to hit anything within two thousand yards with twenty-millimeter HEDP rounds – enough to put down any Doomani saboteur that might rear his ugly head.

Nakil tanks parked around the Vitalita Airport Visitor center, and troops with machineguns set up protective nests around the priceless landmark. Anti-air defense vehicles scanned the sky for Doomani attackers. Everywhere, ViZionarian landmarks would now be directly protected by the United States of Allanea. Not a single one of them would be allowed to come to harm.

But it wasn't there that the real action would be. Allanean troops, armed with a variety of weaponry, approached the Capitol and the ViZionian White House. They approached the buildings, parking their vehicles right in front of them. And then, it began.

In Front of the White House

Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky exited his vehicle – a Monteluci Ducareale (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=584265), of course, and nodded to the troops around him. They were the Fieldmarshal's Personal Assault Battalion – the best of the best, pulled especially for this mission from the front lines in Egyptiannstan.

Kazansky pointed to the Vizionarian Secret Service personnel guarding the entrance to the White House.

“INFANTRY! DO YOUR DUTY!”

The Vizionarians were caught completely unawares – they did not expect the leader of an allied nation to personally order an assault on them, and Presidential bodyguards, no matter how good, cannot hold off an assault by a battalion of mechanized infantry.

The men slumped to the ground, pierced by dozens of .308 bullets. And Kazansky was already issuing his new orders.

“FIX BAYONETS! INTO THE BUILDING! CHAAARGE!”

And so the Allanean infantry charged forward. Before they entered the building, they threw in several grenades – as if it was not the seat of a foreign government's leader, but an enemy fortress.

The Vizionian Capitol

Here, too, scenes of destruction reigned. Fire and smoke rose from several windows where Allanean tank shells had hit, and Allanean troops were now tearing into the building by the hundreds. Before them, Lyran warhounds charged in, ripping and tearing at anybody who got in their way – whether a security person or parliamentary intern, made no difference.

“CLEANSE, PURGE, KILL!” - screamed the Allanean drill sergeants, directing their men forward.

But despite the appearances, the orgy of destruction was fairly limited – any man who scurried out of the way fast enough could easily get away with it.

But it was spectacular.

Within thirty minutes, ten bodyguards, six interns, and two members of the Vizionarian Congress have been shot or gnawed to death by the hounds, and two more legislators were defenestrated by laughing Allanean soldiers.

Yet other men had seized the cathedral where Gio's body was lying in state. By the time it was all cleared, the body of President Barry Gio would be found missing.

The White House

Alexander Kazansky grabbed a junior member of the ViZionian cabinet with one hand, jamming his infamous, gold-plated executive pistol into the man's eye.

When a man is shot at touching range, he gets hit not just by the bullet proper, but also by the flaming gases produced by burning gunpowder. In this case, these gases would be confined – if only for a second – inside the skull of the Deputy Secretary of Defense. For a brief moment, before the bullet punched through the back of the man's head, they had only one logical outlet.

The man's other eye was forcefully ejected from his head, followed by a spurt of warm blood, splattering over Kazansky's face.

“Wonderful.” - said Kazansky, pointing to the end of the corridor he was standing in. There, behind a final white door, the Cabinet of Vizion was cowering in horror as the Allaneans methodically made way past their bodyguards. The submachineguns toted by the Secret Service could not pierce the Lyran Arms vests, whereas the Allaneans' steel-cored .308 rounds could easily tear through walls and Level III jackets to get to their victims.


“Break that door down!”

And a few seconds later, President Kazansky stood in front fo the Cabinet. His face was still splatered with the fresh warm blood of one of their deputies, and Odot, his fearsome dog, growled at his feet. To his left and right he was flanked by infantrymen, their black uniforms decorated with bravery medals of various kinds, their rifles aimed squarely at the faces of President Mises and his staff.

“Greetings, Gentlemen.” - spoke Kazansky, seemingly unaware of the terrible impression his blood-splattered face was making upon the audience - “I would like you to know that your legislature had been seized – temporarily, of course – by Allanean and CSS troops. More importantly, I must inform you that almost all of you are abject, cosmic idiots.”

“Your government's policies have been commendable. Your commitment to Austrian economics and individual liberty – laudable. And yet Mr. Gio – and now, his successors- have almost doomed you all. For you have provoked Doomingsland and SICON.” - Kazansky paused .

“What the fuck were you thinking? That Allanea was going to come and magically fight an alliance of ten members for you? That we were going to magically set up a defense perimeter overnight, one that can shoot down every single bomber and missile they fire at you? Have you not noticed your people are crammed like fucking sardines and a single bomb that gets through can cause a skyscraper to cave in and kill them by their thousands?”

“To be frank, the only person in this room who's not an idiot that's even halfway smart is Finance Secretary Weber – a fine man and an economist without equal. You? The rest of you? You're traitors. You almost cost millions of ViZionarians and thousands of Allaneans their lives. Worse than that, you're stupid. Stupidity should hurt. And when I'm around, it does. Odot! Get him!”

The monstrous dog leaped ten meters through the air, toppling Mises' chair. Before the President of ViZion could react, the hound ripped his throat out. And, simultaneously, the President of Allanea drew both of his gold-plated pistols and opened fire. So did his troops.

Three seconds later, when the smoke cleared, Daniel Weber, a member of the Board of Directors of the Confederate Banking Company, was the President of ViZion.

“Greetings, President Weber,” - smiled Kazansky, grabbing Mises' badly mauled body by its foot. - “You're President now. You're going to have to deal with the disappearance of the two last Presidents' bodies... claim Doomani saboteurs took them, or something. Or say I did, if it makes you feel better. And you better issue an apology to Doomingsland. Because.. .well, put it like this. I have it on good authority that doing so will avoid war. A costly and needless war. If you do not apologize to them... then it will mean that the several dozen men dead here and at the Capitol have died for nothing. And millions more will die. Oh, and most importantly, I'll be... disappointed. And you won't like me when I'm disappointed.”

“Ciao, dude.”

And thus it was over. The Allanean troops left the city, returning to their bases, to guard against Doomani invasion. And a day later, the head of President Barry Gio arrived in the capital of Doomingsland, packed in dry ice.

It was all over.

OOC: Meh

To: The ViZorian Authorities
From: The Prime Ministers office, The Grand Duchy of Noordeinde

President Mises,

First of all our deepest condolances, although our diplomatic relations didn't start as well as we hoped, because both countries denied eachothers embassies, we are still shocked about he invasion that happened.

I just received the approval of my congress to deploy an Aircraftcarrier loaded with F14 Tomcats fighterjets (http://www.compilots.com/downloads/data/media/34/F14-Tomcat.jpg) Who can support your ground troops.

If their is anythng I can do, please give me a call, the situation in your country is absolutely disturbing and therefore one of my first priorities.

Sincerely Yours.
Jonathan Roosevelt
Prime Minister
The Grand Duchy of Noordeinde

OOC: Well, that was disappointing.

OOC: Done in cooperation with Allanea.

IC:

"Well, Alex, it would seem you've averted disaster for the ViZionarian state. My hats off to you," the Emperor spoke in a solemn yet congradulatory tone to the holographic throne that sit fifteen meters before his own.

He took a sip from his shiney new commemorative beer mug that had been fashioned in honor of the occasion of the destruction of the ViZionarian government, as well as in honor of the past three overwhelming victories against ViZion in which they'd failed to eject the Doomani from Italy and Tunisia. The mug was fashioned from the skull of President Gio, and a fine prize it was: aside from being forged from the skull of a world leader, the eyes had been filled in with massive diamonds, and gold and black crystal had been liberally yet artfully applied to create a fine instrument of drinking. The skull had also been intricated carved with images of the past three ViZion Wars and inlaid with gold and obsidian.

"The ViZionarians pay me to protect them, and protect them I did," replied Kazansky with a smirk as he sipped from his own commemorative mug, similarly forged from the Vice President's skull.

The Allanean's mug was perhaps less artful yet more extravagant than that of the Emperor, plated in gold and covered in gems, with red rubies for the eyes.

"Indeed, I expected no less. After all, despite the bizzare statements of the world, we never actualy did state our intentions regarding ViZion...they acted on the assumption we planned to annihilate them," he finally smiled, ever so slightly, "You did precisely as I expected you would."

"Considering your previous behavior, Brother Maximus..." - Kazansky says, raising his own cup, "I am not surprised that they expected their doom from your hand. After all... in your position, any man would have crushed them like bugs. Reasonably... when a foreign nation claims they own your land... a wise man prepares for war. You do not claim to own a neighbor's land unless you can back it up with force - or, as the case may be, unless you intend to hide behind the back of your allies."

"Quite right, Alex. Quite right," he toasted the Allanean, "I see no further need for my forces to remain mobilized. After all, such things are expensive, and I sincerely doubt we'll be hearing from the ViZionarians for quite some time..."

Kazansky sneered, raising his cup. "Heh. You are quite astute, brother Maximus.", he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he says the last two words as he stroked an attractive female servant name Isabella's head sitting besides him. - "But you may be quite wrong about the ViZionarians. Though their skill on the battlefield is lacking, there are other ways in which they can... let me say, make themselves heard."

And, with a mysterious chuckle, the Boy-President shuts off the transmission.

Maximus took another swig from the mug. "I'll bet there are, boy. And there are other ways to silence them..." he muttered allowed, a wry smile coming across his lips.

"Bitch get me another beer!" he yelled to a slave girl kneeling beside his throne.

Later that evening, advertisements for replicas of the Emperor's commemorative cup began appearing on the internet and television. Certainly such a nice piece of china was not to be kept a secret!

'President' Daniel Weber stood there. In shock. He had been involved in the CSS workings, on the board of its bank. He was involved in much of the finances going through the alliance. Yet he, nor anything, was expecting such an action by a so-called ally.

The story had been repeated throughout history. Kill a few, save many. That's what some people say. Yet, killing a few in cold blood, was it really worth it? The people of ViZion deserve to know what happened here. That it was not the Doomani; it was a nation we were aligned with.

A statement to Doomingsland would be in order, of course. But revealing the truth was also in order. Weber was no president. He was no politician. He was an economist. And now with many of the top government officials gunned down in cold blood, he had little to rely on.

He would have to get a few statements prepared to make to address the Doomani, to address the people of ViZion, to address Allanea and the CSS, and to address the nations who pledged aid. Weber knew what he had to say to the four parties.

OOC: the speeches will be coming later

Attn: President of ViZion

Subject: Aid

The Third Empire of Fluffywuffy, newly reformed, has authorized a program to allow for the safe lodging of civilians from ViZion. Though our glory is not as great as it once was, we still feel that we would provide ample security for your citizens.

Signed
Alexander Ramius III,
Emperor of Fluffywuffy
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/fluffywuffy__2.png

Fluffywuffy is back!!!

(OOC: Indeed, I am. There is a another thread for greetings / welcomes/ requests for aid, though)

To The Office Of Vice President Horris Mises,

Dear sir,

My nation, government, and people express our condolances at this terrible calamity which has befell your nation. For such injustive and lowly terrorist tactics to be brought to any realm is a true blow to democracy and peace. We wish to inform you that if our intelligence services uncover any evidence with regard to what has transpired to day we will be sure to forward it to you,

Sincere regards, the Metropolitan-Regional Council of Hydrosteria