This is set as semi-open simply because I don't want it to be overcrowded. Feel free to join in if you are within the first ten, but if people start joining after then, I'd like a TG first. Also, please direct all TGs to my main account Lolzieristan, where they will be noticed faster.
President Muhammad Hossayin looked over the highly classified communique from his allies in Voroska. As he looked over the words, incomprehensible to all people but the inner circles of the two most dictatorial governments in Stania, he broke into an insidious smile.
GREEN-LIGHT CASE DESTINY: TAILWIND ADVISED TO MOVE ON OBJECTIVE 1. MAJESTIC MOVING ON OBJECTIVES 2 AND 3.
Hossayin reached for the red phone on the right side of his desk. There was no dial-tone; it was answered in a second by an officer in the Mosuli High Command. Hossayin passed the message on to the colonel on the other end, who immediately began to spread it. Within two hours, multiple troop trains were leaving military railyards in western Mosulistan, bound for the border of Al-Sadria. If the Sadrians had any satellites in range at the time, they would have seen passenger and freight trains; the measure was unnecessary, because they didn't. In addition, the Air Force was put on high alert, its bombers ready to precede the armored spearheads by mere hours.
Hossayin's gaze shifted to the portrait of his father, also named Muhammad Hossayin, who had attempted to add Al-Sadria to his country in the past. Then the Ruridovans occupied his country, executed him for "war crimes"; when they left, nothing had changed, they had only won a hollow victory against the "axis of evil" for them to flaunt in the Cold War surroundings of political and military one-upsmanship. Al-Sadria- and her oil- would belong to him. This time, he had the means at his disposal to ensure it. Weapons, soldiers...and allies.