Capitalist Uprising in Obsasia (OPEN, MT)

[Obsasia]

To the Government of Ahnilunia:

Despite your evident outrage, it is the notion of the Supreme Autocrat that your tiny nation, dwarfed in every aspect by ours, issued this statement of condemnation as a completely reactionary measure. He has assured us that your weak, inefficient military and equally weak leadership did not intend to threaten our government, but that extreme emotions clouded your logic. For this reason, the Supreme Autocrat has decided Obsasia shall refrain from obliterating the tiny, uppity nation of Ahnilunia.

I, however, the Lord General of the Army, am not so sure. Noting the recent missile attack (or attempted attack) by a submarine based missile platform, and noting your country's singular status as the only nation that has openly threatened Obsasia, I am inclined to think that the recently launched missiles originated from an Ahnilunian source. I sincerely hope, for your sake, that this is not true. If, by tomorrow, your government has not issued an apology to the Obsasian Supreme Autocrat regarding your inflammatory communique, my colleagues (Lady General Marya Rinmar and Lord General Francis Chevel) and I will issue an official recommendation to the SA that war be declared.

Thank you for your understanding,
Lord General of the Army, Jameson Rothstetther

[The Aaronian Empire]

Aaronia
The Emperor looked at the reports he had been receiving. It looked as if the Obassian wished to continue against our brothers. He had grown tired of simply throwing around his nation's military might however and wanted to try something far more subtle. Ok subtle was the wrong word. He would be acting in open hostility but not in a purely military capacity. he strolled down leisurely to the war room where the face of Admiral West appeared on a large screen. He was aboard the AES Horizon, the newest flagship of the Aaronian Empire.

"Admiral I want you on full alert and to begin mobilization of our fleet in a defensive position around the Empire. I don't want any foes coming at us. I also want you to mobilie the the 5th fleet toward Obassia. Do not send them in to Obassian waters, however. I want them to be a show of force unless they attack first," Emperor Aaron told his most loyal and decorated Amdirl. Th efifth fleet was considered the jewel of the Aaronian Navy. The best ships, the largest fleet and the most disciplined officers and crew.

"I will begin mobilization orders right away," answered the Admiral.

In the meantime, the Emperor had other plans. He called up the Renegade Division of the Aaronian Guards. A recently formed group that was considered totally loyal to the Aaronian Empire and more importantly to Emperor Aaron himself.

Inside the Obassian Capital

Four members of the Renegade Aaronian Guards or RAG made there way in to the capital. They had been stationed with the Capitalists there or as spies in to the Obassian government but not for very long and had not made much headway in gathering information. The new mission for three of them was to lay low. The other's mission was to suicide bomb a government building. It would start out as something small. It would hopefully drive the point home. Agent Salt was put on this mission.

During the day he made his way over to a smaller building made up of some government offices that held minor officials in the socialist government. It didn't seem too well guarded as there was a reception desk allowing people in to appoinments and such. He had several pounds of C-4 strapped to various parts of his body and a triggering mechanism in his shoe. He walked up to the reception desk and stomped to trigger the bombs.


Aaronia

Emperor Aaron waited with baited breath to hear of the any news of the bombings. He had already recorded a speech and was ready to send it to the Obassans and to play it on their radio stations when he heard anything. The speech went as follows, sure to not take direct responsibility for the attack:

The explosion today in the capital was a sign that aggression meets only with aggression. If the Obassian government does not stop their hostile actions toward our capitalist brethren, we will be forced to take actions. You have started these hostilities and we want them to end without any further bloodshed

Oh, and if the Supreme Autocrat would like to discuss matters. We are willing to negotiate

Emperor Aaron
Emperor of the Aaronian Empire
King of Lecantolandia
Protector of Tuberikjeeristania

[Phonencia]

Phonencian High Command,
Gracemeria, Phonencia

The three men sat together around an old wooden table, each examining different files on a small laptop.
The first, Head Knight Jeremiah Bismarck (commander of the DHEP Army) grunted angrily,
"Listen to the reports on Page 4. Torture, murder, innocent civilains. These are animals not men. I'll feel no guilt killing them in the thousands."
a slightly younger man, Sky Marshall Aaron Soraf (commander of the Imperial Air Force) agreed,
"Nor I."
the final and oldest of the three, twirled his white moustache silently for a moment before he spoke,
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's exterminate them."
Grand Admiral of the Navy Benjamin Wallace said.
"Agreed. To war."
Bismarck replied.
The orders were dispatched.

International Waters

No declaration had been made, no warning given. Animals didn't recieve that luxury. A small naval Task Force plowed through the ocean waves, Obsasia in their hate filled sights. The force consisted of a single Taylor Allison Swift class Super Battleship, three Arleigh Burke class Destroyers, four Ticonderoga class Frigates, a Gerald R. Ford class Aircraft Carrier and two Orca class Submarines.
Their mission was to be short and sweet. Stop off the coast of Obsasia, bombard military targets, then leave. Easier said than done.

x1 Taylor Allison Swift class Super Battleship
x3 Arleigh Burke class Destroyers
x4 Ticonderoga class Crusiers
x2 Orca class Submarines
x1 Gerald R. Ford class Aircraft Carrier
x15 LY-910 Shadowhawks
x27 F-36C Scimitars/Super Vipers
x9 F/A-18E/F Super Hornets
x3 E-2 Hawkeyes
x3 EA-18G Growler
x9 C-2 Greyhounds
x3 UH-13 Angels
x15 UH-60 Blackhawks
x3 CV-22 Ospreys
x3 CH-53 Sea Stallions
x15 DHEP Navy SEALs

[Shadowbourne]

The Bournean Ministry of Foreign Affairs wishes to inform Obsasia that the National Military Convocation made the descision late this afternoon to mobilize an undisclosed amount of troops in Obsasia in order to aid and assist the rebels. The Democratic Republic of Shadowbourne fiercely denounces communism, and given the World Assembly's classification of Obsasia as a Psychotic Dictatorship, our government fears for the saftey of Obsasian capitalists. Shadowbourne is granting full refuge to all Obsasian citizens who have legitimate reason to fear for their safety due to the possibility of a government crackdown. They will be able to seek temporary shelter in the Bournean commonwealth of The Grandcott Islands. Please note that Shadowbourne is not declaring war on Obsasia; we are merely attempting to assist the capitalist citizens of Obsasia in standing up for what they think is right and helping them find safety.

Signed,



Jhoan Beglaryan
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Shadowbourne

[Albioney]

The Constitutional Monarchy of Albioney send 200,000 troops to Capitalist Rebel strongholds. 1 aircraft carrier, the Bella, is stationed near Obsasian sea and 10 cruisers and 10 destroyers are stationed near the aircraft carrier. No military action is taken yet.

[Obsasia]

The Constitutional Monarchy of Albioney send 200,000 troops to Capitalist Rebel strongholds. 1 aircraft carrier, the Bella, is stationed near Obsasian sea and 10 cruisers and 10 destroyers are stationed near the aircraft carrier. No military action is taken yet.

OOC: Sending 200,000 troops into my sovereign nation is military action. This post, due to blatant godmodding, will be ignored by all participating parties. Also, there is no narrative.

[Albioney]

OOC: okay okay, I apologize. I'm rather new to NS War RP-ing. I'll just watch as the war professes and learn

[Obsasia]

To the Government of Shadowbourne

It is with regret that I must inform you that any foreign military personnel who step foot on Obsasian soil will be considered hostile combatants, and their nation will be considered at war. If, as you say, this undisclosed amount of troops do arrive on the Obsasian coast, they will be met and destroyed by the full might of the Obsasian army.

We thank you for the notification, however, as this has given me an excuse to bolster my nation's coastal defenses. Expect heavy resistance should you decide to continue with your ill-thought out plan. And in regards to your sheltering Capitalist sympathizers, feel free to do so. If any should manage to escape a country under full military lockdown, they have earned their sanctuary.


Thank you for your understanding,
Lord General of the Army, Jameson Rothstetther

[Sunkistodia]

Jacklynn looked in shock and dismay. She had received reports from a helicopter pilot, stating the Volskies action. A whole team of both sided were taken down. As were SSGs being slaughtered by Obasia. "This must stop." She thought.
She pressed the intercom button. "Marissa, send up the SSG captain." She ordered.
"Aye ma'am." She replied.
"Ma'am?" The captain said when he arrived.
"Are you aware, that 30 of your men killed and were killed by a team of Volskies, and that more are beign killed all over Obasia?"
"Aye, we are working on it, if you could just give me more time, I cou-"
"THERE IS NO TIME, DAMN IT. GUARDS. TAKE HIM AWAY, PUBLIC HANGING." She ordered. Two guards grabbed his arms, and hanged him in public square.
Jacklynn watched.
"Marissa, tell Head and Chief of Foreign Attacks, to send the needed troops to Obasia. I want to see some invasion progress by the next fort night.." She said calmly.
"Aye, Ma'am.

50 helicopters and 20,000 troops in boats and carriers were making their way to Obasia.


EDIT: ALL TROOPS WITHDRAWN

[Obsasia]

Obsasian Naval Command
Svartalfheim
Office of the Lord General to the Navy


"Sir, routine reconnaissance scans are picking up unidentified vessels five miles out off the Obsasian Coast. Trajectory towards Obsasia," the officer reported. His eyes were locked on the computer screen in front of him. To his left stood Lord Francis Chevel, the leader of Obsasia's Naval forces.

"No action yet, but do notify me if they enter Obsasian waters. Can we get a drone out to survey the ships? There is word of a force coming from the Bourneans." Chevel wasn't worried, most major Obsasian cities had defensive naval batteries and there were long range missile sites scattered throughout the country. Not to mention that the Air Corps was based in Svartalfheim, with supersonic jets able to reach any point in the country in under an hour.

As the Lord General made his way back to his office, a Literati agent intercepted him.

"Sir, I apologize, but the SA has ordered all heads of military be moved to Ministerial Briefing Room One. There's been an explosion in the Socialist Center." The security officer led Lord Chevel out into the lobby. More Literati agents clustered around him.

Is it this serious? the Lord General wondered. He had only been requested at MBRO once, during the Vrasikka Incident. It hadn't been a pleasant ordeal.

The Literati escort led him into a black limousine, flanked on either side by armoured vehicles. He looked down the street and saw a plume of smoke in the distance, before he was unceremoniously shoved into the limo.

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Ministerial Briefing Room One (MBRO)
Undisclosed Location


The SA was furious. The screen in front of him showed looped footage of the explosion. A man walked in, one of many, notable only for the bulge in his overcoat, then the entire front of the Socialist Center East Wing was engulfed in smoke. Shattered glass rained down on the few survivors as they staggered out.

"I want this broadcast to every home, shown on every screen in Obsasia. Let this erase any doubt that the Capitalist League is an organization of terrorists," the SA commanded, watching as his secretary relayed the command to other officers. Soon everyone in Obsasia would condemn the Capitalist League, he couldn't have planned it any better himself.

"Sir, the Lord General to the Army has arrived," a young Literati agent announced.

"Good," the SA responded, "send him in." Jameson Rothstetther had, of course, let himself in already, and entered the room before the SA had even finished his response.

"Your Majesty," Lord Rothstetther said, making a deep bow. "I have mobilized the army reserves. They are moving to key points already. Curfew has been instated, anyone on the streets today will be shot."

"Good," the Supreme Autocrat said, "Get word to Marya, I want her Air Corps scrambled at once."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Jameson walked to a desk and set up his laptop, typing the message out quickly before hitting send. "You needn't worry, sir. Our military will find whoever is responsible for these atrocities and exterminate them."

"It's the Capitalists, you know that. Which reminds me, put out the command to the Internment Camps. I want two batches processed a day."

"Two batches a day? Sir, our facilities are not outfitted to handle that many. We don't have enough Sarin!" the Lord General responded. He knew, of course what the Supreme Autocrats next order would be.

"Then shoot them. Either way, I want two batches processed per day."

[The Aaronian Empire]

It seemed to the Emperor that the initial bombing had the desired effect. It angered the leadership and anger makes people react brashly. They had stepped up their attacks on the capitalists and now the Aaronian Empire could justify a war.

Official Communique

To The Supreme Autocrat of Obassia

The Great Emperor Aaron has seen fit that your continued acts of genocide can not be tolerated in a modern world. It is with this that unless these acts stop, The Unified Colonies of The Aaronian Empire will be forced to declare war. It is with this that we ask you to stop your acts of aggression and allow for your capitalist citizens to be allowed out of the country and in to Aaronian soil where they will be processed to be given citizenship. We hope that you will see the error of your ways and that further action will not be necessary.

Again we are willing to discuss terms if you are willing to contact us

General Southfeld
Minister of Foreign Attacks on Capitalism
Sent under supervision of the Emperor

With that the Emperor ordered another attack from one of the four agents. This time he would be selecting a more official target. Agent Pepper was selected to place a backpack outside a police station. The backpack had a timed explosive set to go off only one minute minutes after it is dropped. Agent Pepper wore a hooded shirt to hide his face when he stopped to tie his shoe outside the police station. As he went to his shoe he pulled his backpack off and slammed it on to the ground lightly setting off the pressure sensor and starting the timer. Agent Pepper then stood and began to walk away.

International Waters: Just Outside Obassia

Admiral Heston under the orders of Admiral West had assembled the fifth fleet outside of Obassian waters. The long range guns were aimed to begin a bombardment of the coastal cities at a moments notice and the fighters and bombers were ready to launch. The subs were patrolling and looking for incoming Obassian forces. The Emperor had also began to mobilize the 7th fleet as well due to the increased hostility. they had larger air forces with them as well as were known for their skill in supporting ground invasions. Heston hoped that they would not be necessary

[Obsasia]

NOTICE TO ALL FOREIGN MILITARY PERSONNEL IN OBSASIA

From this moment forward, all foreign military personnel are to leave immediately. Following events between forces that were invited into this

nation, the government wishes that all foreign personnel notify their heads of state of this mandate, and arrange for immediate transportation to

their homeland. If they have not left withing ten days, these personnel will be subject to arrest, detainment and persecution by Obsasian

authorities.

[Bojikami]

We will send 12 squads of our Marine Corps to keep these capitalists under control.

[Sunkistodia]

We will send 12 squads of our Marine Corps to keep these capitalists under control.

You really don't read beforehand, do you?

[Bojikami]

We will send 12 squads of our Marine Corps to keep these capitalists under control.

You really don't read beforehand, do you?

Nope.

[Obsasia]

To The Great Emperor Aaron:

I, the Supreme Autocrat of the Military State of Obsasia, wish to invite you to a diplomatic meeting aboard the Obsasian Diplomatic Vessel, Olive Branch. I will be present, along with various other government officials. This meeting will be held in International Waters, and I further invite you to bring a security team to assure your safety.

I look forward to this meeting as it will allow us to better understand each other. As it is, I feel that you have been given an inaccurate representation of the events transpiring in Obsasia, and I look forward to the chance to discuss this with you. As an act of goodwill, I will bring 700 Capitalist prisoners to be taken back to your country. If talks go well, I have made plans for the delivery of 3,000 political prisoners per week to seek sanctuary in your nation.

Thank you,
the Supreme Autocrat

[Virana]

Recipient(s): Representatives of Obsasia Date: Nov 20, 2012 Sender(s): Lana Basara, United Republic Secretary of State Subject: Capitalist Uprising To the esteemed and honorable representatives of the Military State of Obsasia, It is with significant distress that the United Republic interprets the recent implicitly declared war on capitalism in Obsasia by the Supreme Autocrat. The very intentions of the declaration are questionable, as they unnecessarily target the Capitalist League simply for its adherence to economic philosophies that differ from those of your federal government. The oppressive nature by which your government has carried out its persecution of the Capitalist League and its associated parties represents actions far worse than the comparable Red Scare against communism during the Cold War. This oppressive nature is the prime source for our distress regarding the systematic destruction of the capitalist ideology in Obsasia. We are concerned not only for members of the Capitalist League but also their associated parties—all men, women, and children involved. In accordance to the Castilla Doctrine, we are hereby placing a number of diplomatic and economic sanctions upon the Military State of Obsasia. The United Republic ambassador to Obsasia is hereby being recalled for security purposes, although the Emmerian embassy in Obsasia will remain open in order to facilitate appropriate bilateral communication. Although we currently do not intend to use military force, an United Republic Navy carrier strike group will be deployed to waters near Obsasia to allow for the evacuation of Emmerian citizens should it be necessary. However, we are confident that any United Republic citizens will be peacefully escorted out of the nation without harm. There will be consequences for any citizens killed during the government crackdown. Still, marines will be deployed to the embassy to provide emergency security; we assure you they will remain on United Republic property on embassy grounds and will not fire upon Obsasian forces unless fired at first. In addition, we are proposing a significant increase in tariffs as a barrier against trade further trade between the United Republic and Obsasia. We are also considering the possibility to provide humanitarian aid to the downtrodden people of Obsasia who may be affected by this violation of their sovereign rights and dignity. The United Republic is confident that the government of Obsasia will abstain from its current atrocities prior to the need to implement more severe measures. Thank you. Dont tread on me. With all due respect, Lana Basara United Republic Secretary of State Luis Castilla President of the United Republic

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Embassy of the United Republic
Svartalfheim, Obsasia

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The man had exited the embassy as casually as he could. He was dressed like an average person, a casual red button-down shirt over a plain white t-shirt and jeans with tennis shoes. He wore Berkley SONAR wraparound sunglasses—the most popular sports shades in the United Republic and quite popular among athletes around the world—to shade his eyes from the sunny day. There was only one fact for certain: things were not going so well.

He'd been a Joint Intelligence Agency (JIA) agent for a while now, and he'd been stationed in Obsasia for months under the guise of a member of the U.R.'s People's Liberation Party (PLP) who had immigrated to Obsasia in pursuit of increased opportunity to live amongst a larger communist community. Communism was very much looked down upon in the U.R.—probably due to the United Republic's status as a staunchly capitalist nation during the Cold War—and thus it was not impossible for Emmerian communists to have left the country. His alias for the overall operation was Jack Deyzen—his real name classified by the JIA—and he lived in a small apartment in the capital of Obsasia. Every few days he would transfer information to the Emmerian embassy there through the network of contacts that would relay it. All of it was really standard procedure; every nation did it in every other nation.

But today had been vastly different. After the godforsaken government had begun persecuting capitalists, the country had become extremely unsafe for Emmerian citizenry. He was to stay—that was his job—but not anyone else. Hell, even the Emmerian ambassador was being escorted out of Obsasia; the embassy would have to work without its head.

He glanced around him, making sure he wasn't being shadowed. The U.R. was a known capitalist nation, so a man walking out of their embassy like that looked much too suspicious. The streets around him were mostly empty however—of course, people were scared to come out of their houses.

He made his way to an empty, abandoned building and walked around the side into a door in the back. The room was completely dark except for a bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room; it was surrounded by four people, two men and two women, who glared towards him. One of them was holding what looked like a pistol.

"Valley Forge" Deyzen said. It was the secret code.

The man lowered his pistol and smiled. "Agent D, glad you could join us. Care to have a cup of coffee?" he said, turning around and reaching for the coffee maker.

"No K, that'll be fine," replied Deyzen. He pulled out of his pocket a folded piece of paper, unfolding it and setting it down on the chess table in the center. "This is the map. Residences of all Emmerian citizens in the city. We've got five residences in city—three families, two couples. All of the families have taken asylum in the embassy; they'll be leaving with Ambassador Harden. Both couples, though, are... missing."

A woman on the side spoke up. "Any intel on them?"

"Well we've got Muhammad Farhat and his wife Hina, and then there's one Johnathan Sanchez and his girlfriend Layla Bosworth. Embassy just asked the Obsasians to turn over any they may have in custody to the embassy. Hopefully it's not too late," Deyzen added grimly. "If they don't reach the embassy in forty-eight hours, we're going on a search ladies and gentlemen."

"And what about once they're out?"

"We're gonna be gunning down some commies," Deyzen said with a smile.

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URS Victoria (CVN-86)
Undisclosed Location
International Waters

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Lieutenant Commander David Mason looked around the aircraft carrier's crew compartment. He wasn't part of the carrier's crew—far from it. He was part of the United Republic Counter Terrorist Force (CTF), one of the most elite Tier-1 special operations forces in the world. It was a joint unit—Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, all of them were part of it—and its role was to perform the most unconventional warfare imaginable. The entire force was only a few hundred men, stationed to various parts of the world. Although CTF was widely known, its operations were among the most highly classified in all of SOCOM. They were Emmeria's best.

Mason had been stationed for quite a while on the Victoria. She was a beautiful ship; at 380 meters in length, the Ark Royal class supercarrier quite easily dwarfed most other ships in the United Republic Navy. Advanced fifth-generation F-36 Super Viper Joint Dominance Fighters alongside F/A-18E/F-UR Super Hornet multirole fighters periodically took off from and landed on the carrier's long flight deck, providing air cover to the carrier strike group. This particular carrier was loaded with more helicopters than usual—its mission was to extract civilians in the after all.

But Mason understood the true purpose of the carrier strike group. Sure, U.R. Marines were definitely going to be deployed to guard the Emmerian embassy—there was no question. They wouldn't be transgressing, and would make it clear that they were there to provide security and did not intend to spark any hostility, and that only the Obsasians could be the aggressors. But in reality, the carrier strike group was also going to be supporting special operations conducted by the CTF in the country; they were going to be supporting the Capitalist League.

The ships were to arrive near the coast of Obsasia within the next day. They numbered a mere six ships and three submarines—the carrier, two destroyers, two cruisers, and a supply ship, in addition to a guided missile sub, a nuclear sub, and an attack sub. Each of the submarines had the facilities to launch special operations forces as well. The carrier held a relatively small complement of U.R. Marines to secure the embassy and relieve embassy security, but it was in no way ready to launch a full-scale ground assault if it needed to. Congressmen at Capitol Hill decided it was more important to keep servicemen at home in preparation for the soon-to-come Ralkovian invasion than to send them out to an obscure nation that was oppressing capitalists. Ralkovia was the third-largest slave exporter in the world after all.

[The Aaronian Empire]

To The Supreme Autocrat Of Obassia

Due to an assassination attempt on the Emperor during a diplomatic negotiation. It is against Aaronian law for the emperor himself to attend negotiations not located on Aaronian soil or on an Aaronian vessel. It you would like to have the negotiation aboard the AES Horizon, the Emperor will be able to attend. Otherwise we are more than willing to have a diplomatic contingent headed by Minister Anthony Wan of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I hope that this will be ok and he will be heading to your vessel soon.

Minister Stanimir Brown
Minister of Aaronian Diplomatic Law

[Obsasia]

To the Grand Emperor Aaron:

This is acceptable. The governments of Sunkistodia, and all other nations that find fault with Obsasia's tactics have been invited as well. I look forward to meeting your minister, and regret that you could not attend in person. The meeting will take place in two days time, and foreign leaders are invited to bring security personnel.

Thank you,

The Supreme Autocrat

[Sunkistodia]

To All Nations whom It May Concern,

Chancellor Jacklynn would be obliged to join the meeting, guards are allowed? Say 2 a leader? If not, please inform me as soon as possible.

Long Live Fascism, The Chancellor, and God Bless

-----Jacklynn.

[The Aaronian Empire]

Minister Wan checked himself in his small mirror, as he used a lint roller on his new fitted suit. The suit was on of the finest he had seen. It was made from Lecantolandian Cotton and Silk from Tuberikjeeristania and then hand sewn in the grand city of Aaronia. It was expensive and nice and he wanted to make a dignified impression. He looked out the window of the diplomatic helicopter as they approached the AES Horizon.

"This is Aaronia 4 asking permission to land on the the AES Horizon. We come with Minister Wan and his assistants as well as 4 diplomatic security personnel." The pilot said on to the radio as the ship came in to view.

With the minister were is personal assistant and an expert on diplomatic law. The security were made up of elite Aaronian Guard Personnel from the Diplomatic Security Division. They would first land on the Horizon and then make their way via smaller boat to the Olive Branch

ooc:edited because i didn't see the "two days time" part

Also, Obassia I had one of my agents plant a bomb in an earlier post if you want to acknowledge that. I left it open as to whether the bomb succeeded because i don't want to godmod

[Virana]

Prisoner of War Camp
Undisclosed Location
Obsasia

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Johnathan Sanchez frantically looked around and finally saw her. Layla Bosworth, his girlfriend, was huddled in the corner of the large, dark cell, filled with the capitalist "traitors" in Obsasia that had been captured in Svartalfheim during the initial crackdown. He approached her carefully as he noticed that she had her head in her arms, weeping.

"Honey," he said softly and reassuringly as he sat down next to her. "It's me."

She looked up, her large brown eyes full of tears with a look that was a mix of horror and relief. Layla hugged him and broke into even more tears, and he held her tight.

"W—what's happening John?" Her voice was very soft and shaking and her body trembled. "I wanna go home."

"It's gonna be okay Layla," he said reassuringly. "I'm going to get us out. We're gonna go home."

"They didn't want to see our passports John. We don't have any proof of citizenship on us."

"I have my—fuck."

"What is it John?" she sounded alarmed.

"It's nothing, just—I think they took my wallet. And the goddamn D.A. ID."

She broke into tears, weeping and moaning. "We're never going to get out!"

"Trust me, we will."

He got up and walked to the bars of the cell, seeing a guard right outside. "Hey fucker! Over here! I need to get home—I have proof that I am a citizen of the United Republic of Emmeria. If you could let me out, I could show it to you and my country won't bust in here guns ablaze looking for me."

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URS Victoria (CVN-86)
International Waters near Obsasia

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Ambassador Rich Harden had been escorted to the carrier alongside three Emmerian families that had been in Obsasia's capital. He knew, however, that a few people were missing—and likely still in captivity.

He'd received the notice from the embassy that a diplomatic meeting was being held aboard the Olive Branch. As the United Republic ambassador to Obsasia it was likely his duty to go—the president and Secretary of State were both in Fineberg, New Edom attending an emergency ICE meeting.

He was laying on the bunk in the carrier's crew compartment, reading a news article on the internet on his iPad. His suit jacket was hanging on the back of a chair in the room; his dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned and half untucked and his tie was loosened. He sighed, watching an exclusive WZNN video report in Obsasia, seeing the terrified looks on the poor peoples' faces as the Obsasian war machine rounded them up.

There was a knock on his door, followed by a man who was wearing a blue-gray digital camouflaged military uniform—he was Navy. He was holding a tray with sizzling turkey bacon and scrambled eggs, a freshly baked muffin, toast, and orange juice. "Breakfast, Mr. Ambassador."

"Leave it on the table," he replied without looking. He wasn't hungry.

"Mr. Ambassador, you've got a guest who would like to meet you."

Ambassador Harden looked up. Behind the sailor was a tall man who looked in his late twenties; he had short, brown hair and an big athletic build. Rather than the blue-gray Navy uniform, his was a green/tan pixelized Multicam uniform, but the entire chest area was a plain tan—a combat shirt. His collar zipper, which stretched from the top of the Mandarin collar to halfway down the chest, was zipped to just below the neck. His pants weren't bloused; they reached all the way to his shoes, and his knees and elbows had tan elbow pad/kneepad caps. He wasn't a sailor, he was evidently part of some other branch. He spoke, "Mr. Ambassador, pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand to shake. "Lieutenant Commander David Mason, U.R. Counter Terrorist Force." Ambassador Harden shook his hand confusingly. Mason looked back at the sailor, and said, "Give us a minute, Ensign."

"Aye, sir," replied the sailor, before promptly walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Mason took a seat on the bunk. "Mr. Ambassador—"

Harden broke him off. "Call me Rich."

"Very well. Rich, I was informed that you are going to be participating in a diplomatic meeting aboard the Obsasian vessel Olive Branch. I wanted to know if I could lead your security detail."

The ambassador paused. "Excuse me for asking Commander, but... why?"

"Sir, I hope you understand the magnitude of this meeting. I think it's necessary in order to provide for increased security. You know—in case war breaks out."

"And why would war break out?"

"Sir, as you may know already, U.R. Marines are going to be deployed tomorrow to relieve the embassy's security detail. They're going in peacefully and will ask for permission from the Obsasians, but the Obbies just declared that they want all foreign militaries out of country within ten days or they'll be fired at."

"They can't fire at them if they're on embassy grounds. That's Emmerian property."

"We don't know what they'll do, sir. Intel agents picked up a shitload—excuse me for my language—of war crimes. Who's to say they won't raid the embassy Libya-style?"

The ambassador nodded slowly. "Alright. You can head the security detail."

"Thank you sir, it's an honor." Mason stood up and left, leaving Ambassador Harden thinking deeply about the meeting tomorrow.

[FASTERCAT]

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20120615: While patrolling peaceful waters 55 miles due NNE Obasia coast ,Starboard Bridge lookout reports floating object, estimated range 11 miles, angle on the bow 15 degrees.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20120641: Lone swimmer in orange jumpsuit recovered. Escorted under guard to sick bay for medical evaluation. Routine patrol and exercises resumed.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20120745: Medical Chief Petty Officer reports this mornings rescued individual suffering mild dehydration, serious sunburn and delerium. Interview with victim by intel dept. scheduled for 1030.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20120800: Commence Executive Officers Weekly Inspection of all weapons systems.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20120950: XO reports: Forward 5" gun excessive oil beneath deck plates. Defensive Flak dispensers Aok. (TOP SECRET- Tomohawk <conventional & special> gyros aligned and synchronized - TOP SECRET). Debris discovered in Sea Sparrow locking bay. Debris is pornographic in nature. Ordering investigation. Harpoon Anti-ship systems Aok. Mk 48 torpedo port ballast - prior seaweed obstruction cleared..Aok. All fire control stations functioning.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC201201055: Intel reports interview with rescued subject complete. Subject reports anti-capitalist upheaval in friendly nation of Obsasia. Reports terrorist strikes, mass executions, pandemonium in Obsasia. Master At Arms is ordered to arrest and detain subject pending mental evaluation.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC201201100: Sweepers. NWAT training.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC201201245: Nuclear strike integrity drill.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20121305: Secure from drill.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20121530: (TOP SECRET_ Received orders from FASTERCAT High Command: All 11 Destroyers and 2 Cruisers of DESRON10 to remain on station 786376x77665.00543-TOP SECRET) Standard patrol pattern ordered. Ship integrity condition ZEBRA set. All hands ordered to battle stations till further notice.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC201735: All ships ordered to rendezvous with allied Phonencian fleet 78481x77214.6778. Silent runings ordered. Passive radar/sonar ordered.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20122240: Visual contact with Phonencian Aircraft Carrier Ford established.

FSS Comte de Grasse (DD-974) Captains Log 2DEC20122301: Destroyer Squadron10 on station. Radio silence cancelled.

[Anagonia]

OOC: I really don't feel like doing a prior descriptive RP. I'll skip to the message.

Battle Flag of the Confederate States

Open Communication

TO: The Military State of Obsasia
FROM: Regus Maxim, Chief General, Department of National Defense

It has come to my attention that you have instigated an attempt to quell a peaceful demonstration by calling upon other, international forces. I send this message to your nation and your leadership to inform you of my intention to force a cease and desist order upon your people, your new alliance and all operations you have that now threaten these demonstrations and their ideals. Should you refuse to listen, all efforts to overthrow and possibly annex your nation will be undertaken. Allies of your efforts will be destroyed and your nations military power will be diminished.

Please consider your options carefully,
Regus Maxim
Department of National Defense
Chief General of the Confederate Armed Forces
Confederate States of Anagonia

[Obsasia]

ODV Olive Branch
Svartalfheim Harbor





The leviathan sat in the harbor. From bow to stern, the Obsasian Diplomatic Vessel Olive Branch was painted a glistening white, so everything above the waterline shone brightly. On the bow, a massive statue of a dove took flight, a testament to the ship’s purpose.

A small lift rose steadily up the side of the ship, carrying the nation’s most important cargo. Inside, the Supreme Autocrat was anxious. Around him, government personnel applied makeup, while his secretary read off notes to him. The two Literati agents gave a simultaneous security briefing. In a country where order was sacrosanct, this small lift was a scene of chaos.

Eventually, the elevator stopped, having reached the main deck twenty four stories above the water level. On the deck, five hundred Marines stood at attention, their dress uniforms identical. The glass lift doors opened. In one motion, the assembled soldiers raised their ceremonial rifles to their right shoulders and stomped their left foot.

The SA stepped forward. Three SOTR units fell in behind him, automatic rifles and heavy MGs in hand. The Supreme Autocrat moved across the deck, finally reaching the mahogany desk they had set up near the center of the stage. Around the large desk were placed various flags, each topped with a small, rearing gold horse. Television cameras and their operators stood nearby, as well as an assembly of the Obsasian Press Corps. As soon as the Supreme Autocrat took his position, the ship horn sounded, bellowing across the 9,000 mile wide metropolis that was Svartalfheim. The massive vessel began to move.

Tug boats pulled the Olive Branch out of the harbor, into open waters before releasing her. Once away from the city, two stealth guided-missile destroyers joined the Olive Branch on her journey. Once they neared the meeting zone, the destroyers would fall back and watch the preceedings from afar. Until then, the impressive group of ships made its way away from shore, the Obsasian coast disappearing behind them.

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“Sir,” the officer said, “we are nearing the diplomatic zone. Would you like for me to send for the Lord and Lady Generals?” The white gloved Marine stood waiting for the SA’s reply.

“Yes,” he said, “Tell them to be on deck as soon as possible. Is the Marine band ready? The press Corps?”

“Yes and yes sir. I’ll go fetch the Generals.” With that, the Marine departed, leaving the SA to his final preparations.

The Supreme Autocrat looked out over the horizon. From the stage, which the Olive Branch was outfitted with for diplomatic missions such as this one, the Supreme Autocrat could see the assembled navies on the horizon. Each ship, he knew, carried the leaders of their respective nations. To his left, the Supreme Autocrat noted the large, stealth destroyers moving away.

“Let’s get this party started,” he thought, watching the tiny specks of smaller vessels carrying their representatives draw steadily closer. The band, once the people on the first of such vessels were clearly visible, launched into song, “The Grand State of Obsasia” soaring over the waves.