Blood of Christ, Blood of ViZion (Introduction TWC)

[The Christian Warriors]

OOC: This is a 'terrorist' organization that believes it is doing good in the name of God, an organization that has a twisted view of Christianity and believes that the use of force is fine if used to 'promote Godliness and Christianity' across the globe. Essentially, it follows the same mindset of the Crusaders, but in a modern setting. This thread is the introduction of this organization. If you are interested in letting me roleplay terrorist attacks against/within your nations borders, or are interested in allowing it to build up, recruit, and train within your nation, shoot me a TG or visit the OOC thread I'll be setting up for discussion and RP requests/what have you. Please keep your OOC comments out of this thread.

This is an open roleplay. You are welcome to pledge support to the organization's cause, ViZion's assistance, or anything else. No one-liners please, and keep it all IC and respectful.

WARNING ABOUT THIS THREAD - Violence, some gruesome details, language, and IC volgur/hateful remarks are made. If any of those four things bother you, exit this thread.

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Blood of Christ, Blood of ViZion


The Central American City of Amaria, ViZion

Horace Mann High School, 11:17 AM Tuesday
"Fuck yeah, that was an awesome movie!" exclaimed 17 year old Tyler, the school's star pitcher and quarterback. The teenager was the quintessential high school hunk - well built, clear skin, blue eyes and tanned skin highlighted by his dirty blond hair - and a bit of an I rule the world personality. "I'd so do those chicks. Fuckin hot asses."

His five friends hanging around him at his locker chuckled, "You'd get sloppy seconds, bro." one of the boys said with a laugh. "Fuck you. They'd be all over me, you know it Matt." Tyler said with a grin. Just as Tyler said that, two sophomore boys walked by, hand-in-hand. Tyler turned around and slashed into the two younger boys, slamming them both against some lockers before walking away. "C'mon guys, lets go." he said, waving his friends along, then murmuring "Fags... disgusting."

As the boys walked out of the front doors, a group of six well-dressed men walked by them into the school. As the school had no guards on staff, the men proceeded unimpeded. As they walked through the front of the school, they began quickly dispersing, heading into different sections of the large, two story school.

One of the men walked into the front office and up to the desk. Normally, three people would be manning the desk, however at the moment only an elderly lady was there. "Hello sir, how may I help you?" she asked. "May God have mercy on you." he said. "Excuse me?" the lady responded, a confused look spreading across her face. The man raised a silenced .22 millimeter and fired one shot into her forehead.

Hopping over the desk, the man dragged the limp body into the closet behind her desk and closed the door, then waiting a moment before speaking over the intercom.

"All students and faculty, there has been reports of a gunman in the area. Return to your classrooms immediately!"

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Grace Community Church, 9:12 AM Sunday, Two Days Ago
"But what did Jesus teach?" Pastor Mark asked the congregation of roughly 450 people? "That we are to love all our neighbors. He didn't say, excluding gays, or excluding non-believers, or excluding the Doomani. He gave no exclusion. He was all inclusive, folks. Inclusive. Again, turn to Matthew 22:36-40 and read for yourself."

Grace Community Church was one of the cities more well-known LGBT Christian churches in the city. While the majority of the church was not of the LGBT community, the message the church leadership promoted was clear - all were welcome, regardless of orientation.

"Excuse me!" remarked a man at the very back of the modern church. He was fairly young, 20-something. Dressed in a white robe with a golden cross sewn into the back. The tall young man continues, "You are wrong. God does not love non-believers, and He hates gays. They must all be put to death. And you people! You must pay for spreading your lies, you ungodly people! He shall punish you, using us."

At that moment, the doors to the building began to shut, quickly barricaded. Meanwhile, multiple people throughout the large church began to light fires. "Stop, stop this immediately!" demanding the pastor, before taking two shots in the chest. "Shut up, you demon!" the first man yelled, as the people in the church began to panic, scrambling to get up and out of the building.

"It's too late, repent now!" the man yelled, as the people began screaming. "Please!" said a young man in his early twenties as the smoke began to quickly fill the vaulted ceilings of the room, "Don't do this!"

The man quipped, "Don't do this? What are you talking about. You people, you people disgust me, disgust God! And for that, you must be punished. We are simply His instrument for change. You must die, so repent now. I am at peace. You are not, not yet." He then turned around, and yelled. "REPENT FOR YOUR SINS!"

Flames and smoke began to fill the the building, the pastor laying dead in front of the podium. Weeping and choking coughs began to fill the building as people began to be overcome with the stark reality of death and thick black smoke. Cries of "God, please... God forgive... God, why..." could be heard punching through the cries and coughs.

As the fire raged on, the screams began less and less. Fire and smoke both worked to overcome their victims. The occasional painful shreek could be heard as those who were still conscious began to burn. Within moments, the entire building was soon engulfed in flames, some 450 souls perishing in a fiery tomb.

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Gilly Residence, 11:29 AM Tuesday
"Honey, would you look at this? Mary send me a text! She and Bob are getting married!" Cindy Gilly said excitedly to her husband of seven years. "That's wonderful!"[/b] Leo Gilly said, walking over to his wife. [i]"They're such a great couple, they des-" Leo stopped, and the couple looked out the window, a blindingly bright flash catching their attention. "What the..." he began to say, before the house was destroyed, a blast leveling the building as if it were made of leafs.

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Across televisions nation wide, 11:37 AM Tuesday
Every network within ViZion, and some networks outside of the nation, were hacked. A video was uploaded and played on these networks, while digital copies were sent to nations and broadcasting companies across the globe.

In the video, a man with a white robe appeared on the screen in front of a black background. The man appeared to be in his 40's, a massive scar extending from the crown of his head, down over his forehead and right cheek, his short black hair non-existent around the scar. He began to speak.

It is time your people pay for your deeds against God, our creator. He gave you life, and you waste it. You spread lies, claiming homosexuality is fine. Your government associates with an organization that opening promotes the homosexual agenda across the globe. You people are fine with non-believers living in your country, and make peace with nations who are non-Christians. Your nation claims to be the beacon of liberty, yet you are godless people who smear Gods great and mighty name.

Now, you all will pay. Your anti-God stance must be stopped, your actions punished. As you may well know by know, we the Godly followers of Christ, known as the Christian Warriors, have cleansed the city of Amaria. Three nuclear bombs have eradicated the godless people, punished by death to meet their Creator for their sins against him. We, as Christians, cannot let a people who claim to be Christian continue to spread such filth, and promote such sin. The nation of ViZion will face their doom, they will meet God. Repent for your sins now, as you have little time.

And ViZion is not the only one. There are many whom must be punished for such deeds as the ViZionarian people and government have committed. But we also know there are true Christians, true believers. We call upon you, join us. Let us cleanse the world of false gods and false Christians. Let us remake this world in the image of God, show God we have not forsaken Him, we have not turned on Him. Let us make Him proud.

Join us, brothers and sisters. Join us in reshaping this lost world. Those whom oppose such 'liberties', join me. Let us make this world the way it aught to be. And let us destroy, let us punish, those who stand with nations such as ViZion.

God bless.

With that, the screen went blank.

[ViZion]

Official Communique

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Hello Fellow Leaders of the International Community;

Today, our nation was struck by tragedy as a terrorist group known as the Christian Warriors detonated nuclear weapons in our city of Amaria. Some fifteen million people reside in the city, and we are scrambling to respond to this disaster. As President of the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion, I am asking for your assistance in aiding the devastated city of Amaria.

The terrorists have stated quite clearly their intend to do as much hard to our people as possible, and also have made it quite clear that they will bring what they can to other peace-loving nations who are similar to us - and that must be stopped. This terrorist organization has awoken a sleeping giant, a land filled with courage men and woman willing to give their life to protect their fellow people, and to save the God-given liberties our nation possesses. It has been a long time since such tragedy has struck within ViZion, and we will work to rout out and destroy these terrorists.

I ask of you to work with us to aid those in need, as the damage and death toll is expected to be of grave proportions. Any assistance you can off will be greatly appreciated.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

[ViZion]

The two sophomore boys, Tommy and Sean, were distraught over the continual bullying at school, the latest being shoved into the lockers by the school's most popular jock. As the two walked away, Tommy - skinny, bleached blond hair, and a soft-looking face - turned to Sean. "I'm so tired of this, Sean... I hate it here." Sean nodded and quickly embraced Tommy. "I know... but we've talked about this... it'll get better. This school is ridiculous, but there's so many nice people out there. We can't get too wrapped up in the bully's here in school."

Tommy took a deep breath. "You're right... it's not always like this. But right now, I kinda don't wanna be around these kids. Let's sneak into the archives." The two-story building was fairly modern, only being built about a decade ago. However, the archives a dark, underground network of rooms and hallways that had been here for decades. Its concrete walls and location a full 20 feet below ground level kept the place cold, and was quite creepy. But it was also the two boys' safe zone, a place they could get away for a while if they needed to at school.

Sean agreed, and the two began making their way into the boys bathroom. "The school still thinks they 'lost' this key." Sean said, chuckling as he pulled a key out of his backpack. At the back of the boys bathroom was a large steel door. Glancing around to ensure the bathroom was empty, the two quickly opened the door and closed it behind then. Clank echoed down the dark staircase as he locked the door behind him. Flipped on a switch, a series of old lightbulbs dimly lit the stairs.

The two quickly ran down to the archives, flipping on another switch to turn on the archive lights. "You know, I love it down here. It's chilly, quiet... but also relaxing." Tommy mentioned, sitting down on an old, overstuffed couch next to the stairs. "I agree. But we haven't even explored the whole place yet! We should start looking around more." Sean replied, grabbing Tommy's hand and pulling him up. "Tag! You're it!" he said, poking Tommy in the stomach and laughing before running down the hallway.

"Hey! Get back here!" said Tommy as he laughed and began chasing Sean. The two made their way down the maze of hallways to another thick steel door. "We've been wanting to go in here... let's do it." Tommy said as the two stopped in front of the large door. The two grabbed hold of a large lever, and pulled. Eeeewrrrrrrrrrrr... moaned the door as they managed to slowly slide it open. They stepped into the room, feeling the walls for a light switch.

Tommy mumbled, "Hmmm.. No switch?", then setting down his backpack and grabbing a flashlight. Flicking it on, light shone around the room, then aiming it at Sean. "Problem solved!" Sean grinned, "Let's close the door, maybe the switch is behind it!" Tommy and Sean then grabbed the handle and began pushing the heavy door. Grunting, Sean leaned into it even more as the door slowly began to slide closed. Ka-thunk!

The door latched shut, and the two boys plopped down and let out a relieved sigh. Tommy glanced up and shined it light above him. Light switch... he thought as he spotted a switch, then reaching up and flipped it. Pops and buzzes could he heard as the electricity began flowing to the old lights, before they began to flicker on. "Cool!" exclaimed Sean.

The lights began to reveal boxes, files, books, old furniture, and seemingly ancient equipment of various sorts. "Shit! This is sweet!" The two began to rummage through the old equipment. Just as they were coming up on an old printing press, a tremendous boom thundered throughout the archives. "What the fuck?!" screamed Tommy as he jumped. Just then, the ground shook and the lights went out. Banging and howling wind could be heard as the two were knocked to the ground, unconscious.

[Blackhelm Confederacy]

The destruction of the city of Amaria came as a tremendous shock to the people of the Blackhelm Confederacy. The average Confederate citizen had generally approved of Christian groups asserting themselves overseas, and were not above praising the use of force to defend their religion, but the use of a nuclear weapon to annihilate an entire city was something different all together. From across the nation, public outpouring of support began to flow towards ViZion, and those that could afford it sent in donations to help with the rebuilding efforts in the shattered city. In most major cities, people remained glued to their television sets as reports came in showing the extent of the devastation and looked on in horror as the casualty count continued to climb, and in many public plazas and parks groups formed up to hold candle light vigils in memory of all those so cruelly taken away in that act of terror.

Even the Confederate government came out with a statement, informing the government of ViZion that the people of the Blackhelm Confederacy would stand by her in her time of need. Over a thousand volunteers were also mustered, and the Nimitz class carrier Divine Right was ordered to transport these men and women, as well as several tons of supplies, to ViZion to assist in the relief effort. Chancellor Eaglebrand even appeared on the television sets of homes across the Blackhelm Confederacy, urging those with a disposable income to donate what they can to the afflicted city, and for the prayers of the nation to go to all those effected by the tragedy that rocked Amaria.

Even the notoriously cold hearted Claudius Griffincrest was moved to act with compassion upon hearing the news, personally donating several million dollars to the cause of rebuilding the city and to the medical treatment of any survivors. Additionally, he ordered a carrier of his own to be deployed to the area, this one also laden down with aid workers and supplies, hoping to bring a bit of peace and comfort to a nation that was home to some of his most profitable customers, and a nation which was home to an airport which bore his very name.

Not all of the people of the Confederacy, however, were as shocked or saddened by the news. In the jungles of the Confederacy, and even privately in some homes and apartments throughout the nation, people cheered and celebrated the strike. While even the most hard core of the men who considered themselves crusaders thought the detonation of such a powerful weapon may have been a bit excessive, they all agreed that perhaps now the people of the world would finally see the error in their ways and return to the light of the Lord. Indeed, most had viewed this blast as the wake up call that the world needed, the call that they had for so long been trying to make but had yet to really effectively bring about. In their jungle training camps, the men of the various Christian terror groups rejoiced, drinking excessively and firing their rifles into the air, and as they did so their leaders sent congratulatory messages to the men in charge of the Christian Warriors, thanking them for bringing global attention to a cause that had been for too long forgotten.

[Jarridia]

Terror organizations and their acts have ripped the world apart many times. Infamous names such as Terror of the World and Angelic Freedom had made such outrageous claims and committed even more heinous acts...but absolutely none of their "plans" ever even got a glimpse of coming to fruition.

The Jarridian News Network had indeed been hacked. The Jarridian populous had seen the video and the out pour of emotion, fury, frustration, fear, and hatred of such acts filled the social media outlets. The sleeping giant analogy was a perfect fit...like the terror organizations that had risen long before The Christian Warriors, they would be rooted out...their leaders held accountable, and their "vision" failed.

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Official Communique

To: Esteemed Leadership of ViZion

Richard,

The hearts of all Jarridians sank at the news of the nuclear weapons being used to level the city of Amaria. Such acts have no place in this world. Murdering innocent people in the name of religion will never be accepted or tolerated by the Jarridian people and their government. With that in mind, Jarridia will be sending a task force to aid ViZion in search, rescue, recovery, and security. Resources will be at your disposal, and we will stand by your side as if ViZionarian soil was Jarridian soil.

We will defeat this, and rebuild.

Marianna Stratford
President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Executive Order: 21C.786 - Mobilization Endeavor

Jarridian Security Force: 11,000 Marines, Naval forces and our air force base in the area will be on high alert.
24,000 aid workers to assist the wounded, search those still lost, and fulfill other wishes of the ViZionarian government

[The Christian Warriors]

Undisclosed Apartment, Lymar, ViZion

"Excellent work. It was excellent work!" exclaimed Peter. "The deaths of so many millions of sinners, meeting their maker. Shaking ViZion and nations across the globe to wake up to His glory, His might." A group of six men sat around a table, talking and shuffling papers and pictures between each other. "Peter, there's so many targets. We can bring this nation to its knees and it will wake up to God, and these people will repent and see His holiness. So many meaningful places to strike a nerve with this nation and shake the world's economy and stability." another man, Joseph, said.

Tapping his finger on a photo, Peter drew the groups attention. "Our next target." He said. The others nodded their head in agreement. Sam, the eldest of the group, his grey hair thinning, spoke up. "Peter... that will rile up these people. As well all know, ViZion has had past experiences with various organizations looking to bring them down. I think this will cause a stir. But it must be done. For God's glory."

"FOR GOD'S GLORY!" the other men shouted.

To Be Continued Tomorrow...

[Aztec National League]

A man sat back in his chair, fixated on the television set. For the last thirty minutes, his attention was solely focused on the news coming out of ViZIon. Massacres of citizens...nuclear terrorism...the cold, brazen irony of holy warriors wreaking hell upon the masses. The man was no stranger to war or bloodshed, but this; this was unspeakable. It was moments like these that gave the man some smug satisfaction at being an atheist.

Knock, knock, knock...

The man, Quetzalcoatl Nochtli, turned towards the door to his office; finally breaking his concentration on the television. He knew what this meeting was about. He pushed a button on his desk; in a cold tone said "Come in."

The door opened; "Tlatoani," respectfully said Cuauhtémoc Itotia, the second-in-command of the nation. Behind Itotia were the members of Nochtli's cabinet. Nochtli stayed seated in his chair, the cold expression on his face unchanged. As the advisors assembled around Tlatoani Nochtli, the door shut closed.

The Tlatoani finally got up, cleared his throat and began, "This meeting will be brief. We are all aware of the situation in ViZion. Neutrality will not protect us - I don't know what's the worse sin for these terrorists - the fact that this nation is led by socialists or the fact that we are not a nation of zealous believers of this perverted religion. As such, we will publicly condemn these attacks and offer our full support to ViZion within the hour. This includes military, humanitarian, medical, and financial support. Our only condition will be that our support teams in ViZion must have Aztec military escorts."

Nochtli paused for a brief second and continued on, "Also, we are to immediately implement emergency security protocols at seaports, airports, and the rail system. I want hourly reports submitted to my Chief of Staff regarding internal and external security matters."

"Sir", said Minister of State Security Tenoch Itztli, "Although domestic intelligence reports suggest no significant religion-related terrorism at the moment, I recommend also that we meet with some national Christian leaders in the coming weeks. Create an unified front against terrorism."

Nochtli's expression did not change at that comment, but inside he felt an uneasy tension. The ANL was a religious county, just not a particularly Christian county. Even though it was an open secret that Nochtli eschewed religion, he had a good relationship with the adherents of the dominate reformed native religions of his countrymen. He could understand his fellow Aztec. At the very least, his more recent ancestors knew enough that to get ahead in this world they would have to (reluctantly) abandon human sacrifice. Political savvy was a trait he respected in both his people and his Ministers. The suggestion from Itztli certainly had its merit. "Agreed," he said, but then quickly followed in with a hint of vindictiveness, "But make sure we don't let our guard down. Trust must be earned, not expected."

After some more discussion, Nochtli dismissed his Cabinet. After the last cabinet member left, he walked over to his desk to sit down but stopped and stared at a framed picture on his desk. It was a picture of him, his wife, and his three children. Deep inside there was an anger, a fury inside Nochtli, for he knew if they had the chance, these terrorists would have no qualms torturing and killing his family. Yet, he knew that the course he was leading his nation into would likely cause that pain to countless other families, Aztec, friend, or foe alike. He looked back up at the television screen, the non-stop stream of carnage was still pouring in. "Such is war."

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To President Richard Martello and the citizens of ViZion,

We are shocked and outraged by the dishonorable attacks perpetuated against you today. The Nahua Altepetl of the Aztec National League stands by you and offers its full humanitarian and military assistance. We request that if you do accept such assistance that Aztec military escorts be allowed to protect our assets while they operate in ViZionary territory. Regardless of your acceptance of our aid, know that we are an ally in the fight against what is perhaps the most villainous threat of our times.

Quetzalcoatl Nochtli,
The Nahua Altepetl of the Aztec National League

OOC: Forgive me if I'm a bit rusty - it's been quite a while since I last participated in an RP.

[Zwangzug]

"You write them a letter."

"Why me?"

"Because," Lyubov Camp-Newsky hissed, with more frustration than true mourning in her voice, "you are the Secretary of Foreign Affairs!"

"By, like, five months," said Gabe Atchery. "And you haven't even been in the Parliament that long, so where'd you get the right to boss me around?"

"In dark times like these, one assumes moral authority when it is called upon."

"Make Wainwright do it."

"No."

"He's the head of state, he's in your party, and he has a platform about not getting things blown up."

"Bit late for that now, isn't it?"

"Not if they decide to come after you. Or do you fancy playing the martyr?"

"If I did, and I don't, you can rest assured that it would have nothing to do with being a prominent symbol of the inclusive church and everything to do with being the representative from Anaro District. Everything always happens to the capital. It isn't even that big."

Atchery snorted back something that sounded distinctly like "anymore."

"Case in point," said Camp-Newsky.

"Look, maybe you can remain blissfully unaware of this, but as the Secretary for Foreign Affairs, I know that there's outrageous terrorism across the world everyday, one has to pick one's battles--"

"And I'm picking this one."

"ViZion? Really?"

"They're our allies!"

"They're not."

"We have ambassadors exchanged with them, we don't have that many, relatively speaking--"

"I should maybe get on that?"

"Possibly, but the point is--"

"What have they ever done for us?"

"They've set up--a lot of--I don't know, companies. Airlines. That sort of thing."

"That's not 'for us'."

"Sure it is, airlines are wonderful things--"

"Oh says the transportation dork."

"Look, Atchery. Do you want me to make Wainwright do it? Or do you, five months into your cabinet tenure, actually want to carry out some semblance of your job and make a name for yourself?"

"Okay, okay, I'll write the bleeping letter."

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Dear President Martello,

On behalf of the citizenry of Zwangzug, the Parliament, and the cabinet, please accept our sympathies during these tragic hours. It is a horror that terrorists should massacre their brothers and sisters, and all the more so that they do it in the name of faith and in response to people claiming their human dignities.

Although we cannot promise economic might or military assistance, our doctors, rescue workers, and others will be honored to serve in any capacity possible as you rebuild Amaria and surrounding areas in need. Please keep us informed as to how best we may aid you, now and in the future.

Sincerely,
Gabe Atchery,
Secretary of Foreign Affairs

[Azurand]

[SIC]

THE OFFICIAL MESSAGE OF CALIPHATE OF AZURAND
"Unite under righteous banner of the Authority."

To the Christian Warriors,

We're very interested in your efforts to bring the Morality back to this mortal, damaged, immoral World. It has been very long since the glorious Words of the Authority echoed outside our Land, hence it's why we were withdrew ourselves from the World, embarrassed for not being able to change it. While many religious believers caught up in the endless wave of hedonism, we were relieved that there are the religious believers unaffected by those dirty cries of liberals and homosexuals and demand of so-called 'freedom'. a congratulation you deserved, the Warriors!

We decided to help you in the fight against the heretics and godless homosexuals. We've stock of the people who after modified by us may joined in your fight. We'll also provide the economic support and asylum for the Warriors. But with the exchange; the Warriors may not attack the Sunnis and Wahhabi people and the buildings dedicated to it, and the Warriors may freely attack the Shias, Ahmadis or Sufis and their buildings as they're considered as the impure Muslims and their mosques are worthless, nothing but the Pagan Shrines. In fact, we'll be very glad if you destroy one of their heretic "mosques".

We hope you'll consider our propose, and may the Authority bless you ever after.

Khalifah Tadmir Faiz,
the Sovereign of Azurand,
Caliph of Islam,
Commander of the Faithful

[Macisikan]

.I. .F. .I. .S.

You are listening to the Imperial Federal International Service. The time is 19:00 hours in Arn-Maciska.

The Imperial Federal Government has confirmed three nuclear devices were detonated this morning in the ViZionarian city of Amaria, resulting in the total devastation of the Amarian metropolitan area.

This event takes place at the end of a string of terrorist incidents including the burning of a church with the congregation trapped inside. Vice-Ministry officials have confirmed that the targets appear to be among ViZion’s gender and sexual minority community.

His Serene Majesty’s representative to extraregional nations, the Princess Royal Kylara, Governor of the Home Province, has issued a statement of condolence to the ViZionarian government. The Department of Humanitarian Assistance has confirmed that Her Royal Highness has offered Imperial aid and assistance. There is no word on if this includes intelligence or military aid.

In Saragova-on-Causton, the Imperial Senate ended business early and stood to observe a minute’s silence; His Serene Majesty has ordered the Royal Standard to be flown at half-mast over the Palace, and the flag is being flown at half-mast over all government buildings.

A candlelit vigil is being held outside the ViZionarian embassy in Arn-Maciska, with attendees numbering in the thousands.

The Vice-Ministry has issued a travel warning for ViZion until the present danger has passed.

Download this broadcast from http://www.ifis.co.var.fe/iview/news or http://www.ifis.co.mcn/iview/news
(c) The Imperial Federal International Service

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_________________________ Official Communiqué Classification: CONFIDENTIAL From: Office of the Governor of Home Province To: Richard Martello of ViZion Subject: Message of Condolence Mr President, honours to your house, On behalf of my father, His Serene Majesty the Cenobirach Constantine Augustus VII, and of His Serene Majesty’s Imperial Federal Government, may I offer my deepest sympathies and condolences to your nation for the tragedy of Amaria, and the other heinous acts inflicted upon your nation. Many years ago, our people watched in horror as your nation suffered the horror of terrorism, an evil that desired nothing more than to destroy your people’s way of life and essential culture, and our nations stood together against that foul darkness; we would be honoured if you would permit us to stand with you once more. These are barbaric and monstrous crimes committed against humanity and against agency, and they cannot be allowed. I formally, with the delegation of the Vice-Minister, offer the services of our Department for Humanitarian Assistance; whatever aid you require, if it is within our means to provide, you shall have it. In addition, I offer you my personal assurances that if the Empire can assist in bringing those responsible to justice, we shall; to that end, the Imperial security and defence forces are prepared to liaise with and support their ViZionarian counterparts. Yours in sympathy and grief, Kylara Her Royal Highness, the Princess Royal, Kylara Isira ci deMakra, a deMakra, of the Causton Sept, fides de Gentes Governor of the Home Province His Serene Majesty’s Grand Royal Proxy Federated Empire of Macisikan

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- Department of Immigration, Tourism, and Citizenship -
TRAVEL ADVICE: Nation of ViZion

All Macisikani citizens are strongly advised to defer any and all travel to the nation of ViZion until further notice; all Macisikani citizens currently in ViZion are strongly urged to leave that nation at once. Those who consider their presence in ViZion to be essential should suspend their activities and leave that nation as soon as possible.

All Macisikani citizens in ViZion, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry of International Relations.

This advisory is issued due to an extremely dangerous security situation, specifically the very high threat of terrorist attack from religious extremists.

All foreign citizens wishing to leave ViZion and travel to Macisikan must register with the Ministry of International Relations, Department of Immigration, Tourism, and Citizenship (contact details below); the MIR (DITC) reserves the right to refuse entry to anyone deemed a security risk.

If you are a Macisikani citizen and have reason to believe a friend or loved one is present in ViZion and may not have received this advice, please contact us as soon as possible.

For information about this advice, please contact: advisories@ditc.gov.mcn

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Secret IC, obviously:
Saragova, Causton, Federated Empire of Macisikan

“So, in summary, although Imperial interests and security are not directly threatened, and our Vårheimi allies are not involved, a friendly nation is under direct assault. This matter is of significant concern to the Federated Empire,” the speaker was the Minister for International Relations, Justina Valdir; eldest person in the room, the woman personally remembered the last time ViZion had been attacked like this.

“Recommendations?” that lazy enquiry came from the de facto ruler of the Empire, Premier Dominic Sakir.

“Increase in security at all border checkpoints,” Valdir was reading from a list, “level two movement restrictions on non-consular partner nationals, doubling of all consular security, an immediate crackdown on internal security risks by the Tal Bhelen, activation of cyber intercept powers foreign and domestic, determination of every single member of the Christian Warriors organisation as an Enemy of the Realm, advice to the Stonewall Alliance; the options are listed in full in Attachment F,” there was a tapping of screens.

“Endorsed, in full” the Premier said tersely when everyone had finished reading; there was a nodding of heads. “One more thing; any nation which lends support to these terrorists has demonstrated that it adheres to no standard of civilised conduct. If we learn of any nation providing material support, safe harbour, or any aid beyond the verbal to this organisation, I want a plan to eradicate that nation down to the last child on my desk by the close of business that same day. Next item on the agenda?”

[Oneracon]

**TRAVEL ALERT**
Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion ("ViZion")

The Ministry of International Relations and NGO Coordination advises citizens to AVOID ALL TRAVEL to the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion in light of recent devastating terrorist attacks.

The safety of Oneran citizens and residents cannot be guaranteed, and infrastructure in much of the country is currently being overloaded due to the destruction of the city of Amaria. Continuing terrorist attacks on other ViZionarian cities are highly likely at this time.

All citizens or residents currently in ViZion are advised to leave immediately, and may contact the Ministry's Global Citizen Emergency Response for assistance by email at gcer@intrel.gov.onr or calling collect +426 866 GCER (4237). Consular and other assistance will be provided by the representative offices of friendly governments, details to follow.

Any person with friends or family visiting Amaria or the general area, and are unable to establish contact, should also contact GCER at the email address and phone number above.

All citizens are advised that emergency procedures are now in effect at Oneran airports and that delays may result from the enhanced security and health screening for incoming passengers from ViZion.

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Royal Palace, Onera City

The youthful king sat back in horror as the data scrolled across his tablet's small display. Split screens of news agencies around the world airing tape from the terrorist group calling themselves "The Christian Warriors" while the death tolls scrolled across the bottom of the screen, the images slightly distorted from being projected on to the wall.

Rex had no response, no witty remark, no cutting jab at religious extremists... the sheer destruction wreaked by the terrorists reduced him to an open-mouthed gaping as the death toll climbed higher and higher. This is only the beginning, Rex thought. Not only have they pledged further attacks on ViZion... but that final threat was obvious. The last minute of the terrorist video echoed in Rex's head, seemingly playing on a loop. "Let us destroy, let us punish, those who stand with nations such as ViZion"... those who stand with nations such as ViZion. That was unmistakeably directed at the fellow nations of the Stonewall Alliance, and only a complete idiot would assume that this nation lay in the line of fire.

Lord Byward, Minister of Royal Affairs and Rex's personal secretary, approached from behind, bringing the Rex out of his horrified trance-like state with a polite tap on the shoulder. "Rex, if you need a minute I..."

Rex turned to face the man who was the closest to family he had, and the unfamiliar hardness in the young king's eyes slightly frightened Byward. In a hoarse whisper, Rex said "Invoke the Deimos Protocols."

Byward spoke concernedly, "Now Rex... are you su—?"

Rex spoke quietly but firmly over the end of Byward's sentence "That was an order Lord Byward." The young king said, placing emphasis on Byward's lower title. "There is a clear and present threat to this nation, to my nation! Deimos Protocols are now in effect. You are to bring me the Prime Minister, Minister of Defense, and the Solicitor General at once and order all members of the government to prepare for emergency evacuations as needed."

Byward took a step back, the king's new attitude frightened him a little. "I... will do so right away Your Royal Majesty." He bowed and closed the door behind him quietly.

Rex slumped slightly after Byward left the room, ignoring his tablet in favour of the large red folder on his table...

EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS: "DEIMOS"
TOP SECRET

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OFFICIAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUÉ

TO: President Richard Martello - Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion
FR: The Hon. Preston Forthwright, Minister of International Relations and NGO Coordination
CC: <None>

Mr. President,

On behalf of His Most Royal Majesty the King of Oneracon, Benevolent Leader of the People, Defender of the Nation, Duke of Onera, and Descendant of the Slayer of Ashebury, HRM Government, and the people of the Kingdom of Oneracon I express my sincerest condolences for the horrific terrorist attacks against your nation. His Royal Majesty and his subjects share both your grief for the innocent lives lost and your outrage at these acts of mass murder.

We join the international community in pledging our support for your government and the ViZionarian people, and are in the process of dispatching an aid task force which will be at your disposal should you accept it. As the culprits who committed this despicable act have made themselves known through their video message, our intelligence assets are currently undertaking operations of their own to ensure our domestic security and tracing the origin of said video.

His Royal Majesty has ordered that the flag of ViZion be flown at half mast from the Palace of the Consilium and the Royal Palace as a show of solidarity with the ViZionarian people, and leading Christian groups are pledging to donate money and volunteers to be sent with the aid task force.

Once again, the Kingdom of Oneracon expresses our profound sorrow and grief and affirm our support of the ViZionarian people and their government.

Yours most sincerely,

SIGNED:

The Hon. Preston Forthwright, MHA
Minister of International Relations and NGO Coordination

[Reichsland]

OOC: all non English words will be in Landser, the language of Reichsland.

IC: *In a small tavern basement in Leugers, a major city in Reichsland*

"Wunderheit!" (Lit. Excellent) shouted a man as he sat watching a small television. It was televising the destruction wreaked upon the city of Amaria. He was a member of the Christian Warriors. He had heard about them before, and set about creating his own splinter cell in Reichsland. "It appears that our fellow brothers have accomplished their first goal and set about bringing repentance and change to the world." he told his followers who were milling around the dimly lit basement. He had managed to attract a following of about 20 people so far. "With God's will, I will have many more" he thought to himself.
"Thisis excellent indeed my brother" responded Erik Schloss, his second in command. "When will we be able to set our own plans in motion?" Richter Freiberg, the leader, responded "Soon brother, soon enough." "We cannot allow this success to go to our heads though, the work of God is never done."
Erik was about to respond, when he heard the door at the top of the stairs open. He heard a small metallic clanking sound as he notice something come rolling down the steps. The room was engulfed in a piercing light followed instantaneously by a deafening roar.

"Blitzdonner im" (Flashbang Lit. "LightningThunder" ) shouted a armor clad SS Polizei officer. "Jawohl" (Lit. Copy that) responded his squad mates as they kicked in the door and rushed down the stairs. Assault rifles at the ready, they stormed into the basement. Those who had recovered from the blast took small bursts of lead to their torsos. The remainder of the terrorists were ordered down on the ground, where they were promptly handcuffed.

"We have been watching them for sometime. Once we heard about what happened in ViZion, we were ordered to take them down." said the SS leader to a local Polizei officer, who had been waiting upstairs. "Thankfully we got them before they could act here as well" responded the Polizei officer.


From: President Klaus Hessinger
To: Richard Martello

We have uncovered a Christian Warriors splinter cell in Reichsland. They were plotting to carry out similar terrorist acts in Reichsland as well. I have decided to pledge the aid of Reichsland to ViZion in order to combat these unholy terrorists. Anything that ViZion requires shall be given to them. You have our full support!

[ViZion]

Inside a ViZionarian HazMat truck driving through the leveled suburb of Vicktown

Joey couldn't contain himself anymore. Rushing over a small tub, he bent over and began vomiting. After a moment, he stood up and began crying again, "This is so fucking sickening." he said, gasping for air. "We've never done anything to them, and they... they do this!" By this time, Joey's face was covered in tears and beet red from angry and confusion.

"I know, Joey. I don't understand it either. So many lost. Way too many lost. There's nothing we can say right now." his close friend, Hank, said as he got up and put his arm around Joey. "But we are here to focus on finding the living. Save them. Squeeze as much positive out of this tragedy as we can. There's people out there who need out help - we need to keep it together. For them. We can save lives, buddy. Let's focus on that right now, ok?"

Joey looked at his friend and nodded, wiping his eyes clear of the tears. "You're right... There's people who need us right now."

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Devastation Becomes Clearer
As aid arrives, the horrors of how bad the attack was becomes clearer
March 8, 2013



Amaria, ViZion — As news, aid, and government officials begin to arrive in the region surrounding the devastated city of Amaria and its suburbs, we are now getting a better picture and a clearer idea of just how high the death toll could be. The latest report released by the government pegs the estimated death toll to be in the twenty million range, although given that the suburbs of Amaria add nearly fifteen million people to the roughly fifteen million in the city, many expect that toll to rise significantly in the coming days.

Some of the country's largest companies are based in or have major factories and offices in the city, such as Western World Airlines, one of the nation's largest domestic carriers, and Singhun Communications, the third largest cable and telecom company in the nation.

There have, however, been some positive reports already. In the suburb town of Austin, home to nearly one million inhabitants, rescue crews have already come across a large group of elementary students who were trapped in the basement level of a museum. While there were injuries reported, the 189 students and seven teachers who were on a field trip are accounted for and alive.

With all this, however, there is still the concern of what is next. The warning by the terrorist organization The Christian Warriors was quite clear - they intend to keep going. Their threats are directed at both ViZion and other nations, however they have been silent in the days since the attack and their initial hacking of ViZionarian networks. There has been no comply with us or any other messages that we know about, and that is even more concerning as we know nothing of what they want, or demand.

We will keep you updated as we get more reports, so please stay tuned.

OOC: Replies to messages will be posted later today. But consider them all received and appreciated, with offers of assistance accepted.

[Maltropia]

Office of the King
Corcaigh Nua

To O' Rourke's horror, the King seemed utterly unfazed by the news of an attack on one of the Royal Kingdom's greatest trading partners.

"Amaria? Never heard of it," he remarked nonchalantly.

Mouth agape, she stammered for a second - an experience totally alien to her, Máirín O' Rourke, Minister for Foreign Affairs. "But... but... butbutbutbut." Her hand reached up and closed her mouth. No, order your thoughts first, she decided. Deep breath. Okay. "But," she began, "it's ViZion!"

Nope, nothing from His Majesty. "What of it?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Trade!"

"Yes?"

"With us!"

"Who?"

"ViZion!" she cried. There was a silence as her message sank in, and she watched the King's eyes widened and the colour drained from his face.

"Oh," he said simply, "them." The silence resumed as neither could think of something to say.

Eventually O' Rourke decided she should push the thing along, and asked, "Condolences?"

The King nodded. "Of course. Yes. I'll write it."

"Anything else?"

Oh great, more silence. No, wait, a word was forming on his lips. "No." His head shook half-heartedly. "That's all."

She bowed slightly and left the room. It was hard to remember a time when the King had looked so dejected; it was well known that he held ViZion in high regard, and Maltropia's trade rivalry with the state was quite friendly. This would be a severe blow, not just to the economy but to His Majesty himself. It still shocked her that there were people out there like the so-called "Christian Warriors" who gave her fellow Christians such a bad name with their revolting ideas. She drew some confidence from the knowledge that this crisis would draw the sympathy of the King and the Nobles.

"Amaria will be avenged," she murmured under her breath as she left the building.

[Sondstead]

United Kingdom of Sondstead
Office of the Prime Minister

To: Richard Martello, President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion
From: Kristinä Lindkwist, Prime Minister and Lady Chancellor of the United Kingdom of Sondstead
Encryption: Unencrypted; Public statement

On behalf of the Sondsteadish people and HM Government, I would like to express my utter horror at the events in Amaria, the magnitude of which is nearly unimaginable, and give you and all the people of ViZion my sympathy and my prayers, as meagre as such things may be in the face of such a catastrophe.

It is not only as a human being I express these feelings, but, in the face of such acts being committed by so-called Christians, I express them as a Christian myself, as a life-long churchgoer and faithful Lutheran. It is particularly gut-wrenching for me to see those who consider themselves to belong to my own faith to carry out such vile actions, in such hideous violation of the moral foundations I believe Christ gave us. My mind can hardly comprehend how one could so twist and pervert the message of Jesus Christ, a message of love, peace, and tolerance, into something that allows them to feel at peace with taking the lives of more than twenty million people.

Even now, my mind reacts in utter disbelief. Living is all the human mind can know, and it is impossible for it to fathom the enormity of death. Likewise it is impossible to calculate or compensate the value of a lost life, and so our meagre words are so often all we have. Let it be clear, in the strongest possible terms, that Sondstead stands with ViZion and will never tolerate the killing of innocents.

Her Excellency Kristinä Lindkwist, MPA
Prime Minister and Lady Chancellor of the United Kingdom of Sondstead

[Olwe]

(OOC: If I'm not welcome in this thread (see tech details in sig), please let me know. I'll just go pick another fight with Cruciland and leave you guys to this. )

"There's been a nuclear attack on ViZion, sir," an aide informed Emperor Jason Frost. The cat sitting on his lap must have had some sort of sixth sense... it jumped down to the floor a few moments before Jason had decided to stand up.

"What's the damage?" he asked calmly. "And who's responsible?" he added in a slightly less level voice.

"The city of Amaria has been all but destroyed, sir," the aide said. "A group calling themselves The Christian Warriors is claiming responsibility."

"Inform the High Council," Jason said. "Tell them we're escalating to BBQ threat level, on my authority."

"Uh... sir?" the aide speechlessly awaited confirmation of the drastic order... BBQ threat level was the highest in Olwe, and was a declaration not of war but of total extermination. With it in effect, Olwean forces would be instructed to leave no survivors.

"You heard me right," Jason said. "The Pagan Crusades are back on." For 200 years, Olwe had waged a brutal and bloody war on the Catholic Church to protect their right to worship how they pleased and keep using magic. Though the campaign had ended over 2,000 years ago, every once in a while someone still tempted Jason -- who had been a General in the Olwean Army during the Pagan Crusades -- to try to wipe out Christianity altogether. Apparently this time, it was more than just temptation.

A few hours later, Jason personally drafted the following letter to the leadership of ViZion:

The Olwean Empire has recently been made aware of your nation's plight, and we are donating $10,000,000 to help with repair and recovery efforts and, if you wish, are also prepared to part with half of our Emergency Corps temporarily... they can offer medical aid and help with restoration efforts within the damaged areas of the city.

We have also declared total war, without mercy or quarter, on the cowardly, judgmental little cunts responsible for the shamefully dishonorable attack on your nation. Rest assured that, though you probably don't want to hear the very ugly details so we will out of respect for that be keeping ViZion at arm's length from now on, justice will be served.

If you have need of anything else, please do not hesitate to contact me directly.

Wishing you and your nation a speedy recovery,


Emperor of Olwe

[ViZion]

OOC: Owle, for this RP, I'd prefer to keep things strictly MT, especially when it comes to military, medical aid, etc. That's not to say that a letter, water, and some food or funds would not be recognized and accepted, however. Just send them in "old" planes, not space ships. LOL

[Olwe]

OOC: Owle, for this RP, I'd prefer to keep things strictly MT, especially when it comes to military, medical aid, etc. That's not to say that a letter, water, and some food or funds would not be recognized and accepted, however. Just send them in "old" planes, not space ships. LOL

OOC: Understood. Until I hear back from The Christian Warriors the war against them is still on, but I'll make it less about ViZion and more about how deeply offended Olwe is by their very existence in a more general sense. As far as food and medical aid go, I've edited my letter to remove the bacta reference so that the medicine you receive is strictly of an MT nature.

[Ceni]

The nation of Ceni is shocked by this atrocity and offers the services of Tagael, Parz, and Associate free of charge to help rebuild the city.

[ViZion]

Official Communique

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Government of Blackhelm Confederacy;

I would like to thank you for your words of kindness, and your assistance of aid. In these dark times, it is good to know that we can count you as a true friend of ours, just as in your nation's times of need in past, we assisted you. Also knowing the economic friendship our nations have, it only furthers my gratitude.

A heart felt thank you does not cover our thankfulness of your aid, but it is what we can offer at this moment.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Mr. Claudius Griffincrest;

Thank you for your personal aid. It is great to see such an esteemed global business leader such as yourself offering aid to a people in great need. Your assistance is very much appreciated and shall not be forgotten.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Marianna Stratford;

It was just a week ago that my wife and I were in Jarridia, enjoying the sites and beautiful, the friendship and peacefulness. Such a wonderful time it was, and unfortunately, such a dramatic change from what we are faced with today. The nuclear attack by terrorists in the city of Amaria, as you are aware home to some fifteen million innocent souls, has shook our nation and our people to its very foundation. The likes of such death, devastation, and bold attack against our nation hasn't been seen since the days of the Decade War and the terrorism of Terror of the World and Angelic Freedom - the former taking the life of the great President Chiefy.

Today, our nation mourns, but hearing of your pledge brightens, I believe, every ViZionarians spirit. To have our greatest ally back, and by our side in a time so dark, many fail to see any light at all, is needed.

Marianna, I cannot express my, and the nations, gratitude remotely enough, and I am sorry I cannot do that. From a grateful nation, I thank you.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Quetzalcoatl Nochtli;

What an honor it is to hear from an esteemed ally of ours from long ago. I thank you for reaching out to me. In times like these, I cannot be more thankful to hear from allies of long past, when times were different. Your assistance, and your words, cannot be overlooked, and we cannot be thankful enough.

From a grateful nation, I thank you and hope to foster a stronger friendship with the Nahua Altepetl of the Aztec National League moving forward.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Gabe Atchery;

It has been of some time since our nations have had much correspondence, although your Ambassador in our Embassy Court has been a fine resident. I would like to thank you for your offer of medical assistance, and given the damage we are faced with, any such aid is needed and appreciated.

Whatever you can offer, we will be grateful. Thank you from the bottom of the ViZionarian peoples hearts.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Her Royal Highness, Kylara;

Indeed, it has been quite some time since our nations have worked closely together. Too long, in fact. It is unfortunate that such deadly attacks is what brings us to this point, but unfortunately that is the case.

We appreciate your offer of aid, and circumstances require is to accept said aid from you. While I am unsure we can repay such a debt beyond financial, ViZion will be there for you should your nation require aid as well.

From a grateful people, we thank you.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Mr. Preston Forthwright;

As a fellow member of the Stonewall Alliance, I wish to thank you for standing up in this time of need. We have been dealt a heavy blow, one that has knocked the wind out of us, but we will not go down. Understanding this puts your nation as risk as well, I can promise you that we will stand by you, as you stand us us today, should it be required.

We cannot thank you enough for your pledge of support. Please, take care and ensure the safety of your people as best you can. It is dangerous times, and the likes of such terrorist actions have not been seen in a very long time. However, we will prevail, just as we have in prior terrorist attacks on our soul.

Again, thank you - from both myself and a grateful ViZionarian nation.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Mr. Klaus Hessinger;

I am pleased to hear of your successful routing of a cell within your nation. It is very good to know that some of these terrorists will receive their due punishment for their attempts to kill even more innocent people.

I would like to thank you for your pledge of support to fight these terrorists - terrorists that are dangerous due to their heavily ingrained religious beliefs. But we will prevail.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Kristinä Lindkwist;

Thank you for your kind words. Indeed, as a Christian myself, I can hardly believe that these people are so brainwashed into believing their twisted view of the Bible, of God, of Jesus Christ's own words. And while there are always religious zealots who have twisted views, these ones are hellbent on outright murder of innocent people, including Christians!

This is a dangerous time. These are dangerous, deranged men and woman we have, who clearly have access to very leathal weapons, including nuclear weapons. God knows if they have access to biological and chemical weapons, and our goal is to ensure we never find out by way of another attack.

From a grateful people, I cannot thank you enough for your support in such trying times. But thank you is all I have at the moment.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Jason Frost;

Hello fellow friend and collegue of the Stonewall Alliance. Your words and assistance very much appreciated in this time of need. Such aid will be put to good use, as it is needed to help those who survived the nuclear blast in Amaria. I cannot thank you enough for such assistance.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

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Official Communique

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Board of Directors, Tagael, Paez, and Associates;

We thank you for your offer to assist in the rebuilding efforts free of charge. Such assistance shall not be forgotten. Thank you.

Richard Martello

President of the Constructional Federal Republic of ViZion

[The Christian Warriors]

OOC: Owle, for this RP, I'd prefer to keep things strictly MT, especially when it comes to military, medical aid, etc. That's not to say that a letter, water, and some food or funds would not be recognized and accepted, however. Just send them in "old" planes, not space ships. LOL

OOC: Understood. Until I hear back from The Christian Warriors the war against them is still on, but I'll make it less about ViZion and more about how deeply offended Olwe is by their very existence in a more general sense. As far as food and medical aid go, I've edited my letter to remove the bacta reference so that the medicine you receive is strictly of an MT nature.

OOC: MT please that'd be rather unfair to have 4000 AD space nations coming after me, after all. haha

[Dungeyland]

The Office of the President
On Behalf of Her Majesty the Queen
The Dangish Empire

Regarding the terrorist attack on ViZion,

Dear Sir/Madame,

The Dangish Empire would like to register its greatest condolences and sympathies with the people of the great nation of ViZion.

The plight of terrorism is one which all nations must face in this modern and dangerous world in which we live. The Dangish Empire has so far not been victim to an attack by international forces, although we have witnessed the horrors of separatist violence, and hopefully it shall stay that way. The Empire extends its long arm in sympathy with ViZion and the irradiated citizens of Amaria.

As a close ally of ViZion, with our economies and social fabrics closely intertwined, the Empire feels as if it has been attacked itself. The Christian Warriors are not just attacking ViZion; they are attacking the entire world. As such, I hold myself personally responsible for our nation's response to the attack. It is unacceptable to allow terrorists to walk free from such a despicable act. Her Majesty's Government is adamant that legislation is required for the defence of the realm. Parliament will rush through the Defence of the Realm Act, providing Her Majesty's Government with the means to support ViZion in the difficult months to follow.

Whilst we encourage all Dangish readers of this open letter to leave ViZion immediately, we must urge that Imperial Dungeyland shall not leave ViZion standing alone.

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Yours sincerely,
The Rt. Honourable Baron Clarke.

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CONFIDENTIAL


The Office of the President
On Behalf of Her Majesty the Queen
The Dangish Empire

Regarding the terrorist attack on ViZion,

Dear Mr Martello,

My good sir, I really cannot express my condolences. The Civil Service drafted an open letter in response to the crisis. Everything in it is true, old chap, but not complete. The Empire shall be with your people every single step of the way, but I believe it would be mutually beneficial if we were to begin the apportioning of the information acquired via espionage.

The Royal Espionage Service has been monitoring the Christian Warriors for a while. Not very long, as we've never truly considered them to be as big a threat as, say, communist revolution. However, we do believe we have a mole within the operation. We have no trace on his location at the moment, but we believe we might be able to discover the Warriors' next step.

Good luck, your favourite Empire stands beside you.

Thanks,

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Yours sincerely,
The Rt. Honourable Baron Clarke.

(OOC: If the last one doesn't fit with ICness, I'll delete)

[YellowApple]

Aerospace Defense Corps Orbital Monitoring Station 19C0
Raymondville, YellowApple, Inc.

"Sir, electromagnetic sensors are firing. Magnitude and area are consistent with atomic fission."

The calm and youthful voice of the young Aerospace Defense Corps Crewman - male, elven, his long blonde hair tied into a bun underneath his dull-grey service cap - echoed against the walls and equipment of an otherwise-speechless monitoring room. A much older male - human, with olive skin and dark-brown hair, buzzed short underneath his own officers' cap - drifted over to the younger Crewman's terminal in the zero-gravity environment before pressing a button on his wrist-computer, his boots sticking magnetically to the "floor" of the facility. The elder peered over the younger's shoulder at the various bits of data streaming in real-time from Orbital Monitoring Station 19C0's sensors array. He cleared his throat before replying in a far-less-youthful voice.

"¿Can you triangulate the origin of the signal?"

The young Crewman nodded, his fingers typing into the terminal's keyboard fluidly.

$> cat /dev/external/array/sat04 /dev/external/array/sat09 /dev/external/array/sat0E | spikefilter --threshold=8 --mode=high| sensor-triangulate | navlookup --format="<landmark>, <nation>, <region>"
Amaria, ViZion, Astyria
$> _

The elder man furrowed his brow at the terminal's response.

"Pipe it to Primary Command. I reckon they will want to see this."

"Yes, sir," the younger stated calmly. The motion of fingers resumed.

$> cp /usr/share/template/ya-adc/alert.message ./alert.message
$> chown $me alert.message
$> echo "Potential atomic fission detonation detected.  Origin: Amaria, ViZion." >> alert.message
$> echo "Sensors array data:" >> alert.message
$> cat alert.message /dev/external/array/sat04 /dev/external/array/sat09 /dev/external/array/sat0E | spikefilter --threshold=8 --mode=high >> alert.message
$> <alert.message sign --key=~/.rsa/rsa | encrypt --key=/usr/share/rsa/ya-adc/adcpc.pub | transmit --dest=primarycommand@level01.adc.mil.ypl
Password:
Token:
Sending... |====================>100%
Done.
$> rm alert.message
$> _

With the message sent, the Crewman returned to his monitoring of anomalous electromagnetic activity on Earth's surface, while the commanding officer drifted back to his spot in the monitoring room, overlooking the several dozen other terminals throughout the room, of which only a few were actually occupied.

[The Christian Warriors]

Unknown Location, 9:54 PM One Day Ago
Even after nightfall, the heat in the small apartment was nearly unbearable. But that did not matter - what mattered was setting the nation of ViZion and nations across the globe on the right path. While people across the globe celebrated the successful nuclear attack on the city of Amaria, things were much calmer in the old apartment.

Sitting at a desk, a man in his sixties shuffled through pictures as a small television was on, playing in the background. Sweat dripped down and off his brows; not out of fear or nervousness. No, the sweltering heat was the only think making this man sweat. "Good... very good..." he said quietly to himself, nobody else in the room to hear him. A small group of men had just left the apartment moments before, having discussed the attack, the typical responses ViZion and other governments gave, as well as the alliances the organization was making across the globe.

But the future... the future is where he was focused on now... a future that was about to change for a certain elementary school.

Jamie Rocker Elementary School, 11:14 AM

"Hi sir... may I help you?" inquired a chubby middle-aged woman with red a group of men dressed as repair workers walked into the front office. "Yes, ma'am." one of the men said, "We are from Vulcan Engineering. A couple blocks away, we began getting reports of sewage in the water. We are here to do some inspections of the buildings water supply, as we need to make sure everything is ok. We cannot have sick children, right?" the man offering a pleasant smile.

"Oh, goodness. Let me get Ralph, he's our maintenance guy. He can help you." she responded quickly, then giving Ralph a call. "Why thank you, ma'am."

Moments later, Ralph entered the office. Handing the men visitor passes, Ralph welcomed them to follow him. "Right this way, gentlemen." he said as he lead them into the hallway. Pulling out a map, Ralph pointed out several locations to check. "This is a fairly large elementary, so there's several places we'll need to check." The men talked with Ralph for a few moments before the group split up to go to the various locations.

"I'll check in with the rest of you shortly." he said as they began walking off. "So, you said this school has over 1400 children between first and sixth grade? Wow. Big school indeed." the original man said to Ralph. Ralph smiled proudly, "Yes, indeed. They're such great kids!"

The man glanced down at his watch and grinned. "11:30." he mumbled to himself. "Sorry, what?" Ralph asked. "Oh, I was just thinking I'm sure the kids aren't great."

Ralph stopped and looked at the man, "Excuse me?" he said, becoming a little defensive. "You heard me right." the man said, quickly unzipping his bag to grab an unsilenced .22 and shot the man between the eyes. Quickly swapping the handgun for two submachine guns, the man - in tandem with the other five men - began busting into classrooms and firing, aiming to take as many lives as possible.

Within moments, police had responded to gunshots at the school and quickly found themselves under fire from the terrorists. The men, by now gathered at the front entrance, looked at each other and nodded. "For God." they said, turning around to head into the center of the school.

Seconds later, Kaboom! A massive explosion ripped through the building, shattering the police car windows as the deadly blast shook the property.

[ViZion]

President Martello immediately began vomiting at the latest news - reports of shots being fired and the bombing of an elementary school in Vitalita. "Why would someone do this?!" the president screamed at loud as he could. "No! No no no no!" he continued, before breaking down, crying. "Just kids, they were just kids! I'd rather have them come after me, I'd give my life for them to live!"

"Sir, I'm sorry... but the people need you right now. And they need you to help lead them. The country is anxious, fearful, confused. They need a strong president to help guide them." an aid said.

The president looked up, tears being choked back as he clinched his fists. His face grew red in boiling anger, a look of revengeful death filled his eyes. The aid stepped back, gulping. "We will kick those fucking bastard, string them up, and burn them like the savages they are. Let the people grab ahold of them and rip them to shreds. The people want this organization to answer for this. I want them to answer for this. And by God, they will answer for this!"

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The camera was setup, a room filled with chattering reporters up in arms over the latest attack. As President Martello entered the room, the reported hushed by themselves for one. Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! echoed as Richard stormed up to the podium, rage still covering his face.

"Hello, folks. Hello ViZionarians, and fellow members of the international community. Greetings to our friends across the globe. Just one hour ago, as you are aware, an attack happened on our of our elementary schools. Reports right now are stating that shots were fired inside the school. However, it appears that once the police arrived on scene, the terrorists detonated a bomb that leveled the school, and shattered glass for several blocks surrounding it.

The school has some 1400 students between first and sixth grade, meaning the victims were roughly six years old to twelve years old. They..."

The President stopped, having trouble containing himself. He began to cry, before slamming his clinched fist on the podium twice. "No!" he said, wiping his tears away and gathering himself together. "This is unacceptable. These terrorists will be hunted down like the savages they are. Hunted down, brought to justice, killed for their actions!" Taking a deep breath, "No, that's if I could have my way. But I am not the victim here. The ViZionarian people are the victims. They will be the jury. They will decide the fate of these godless bastards. They call themselves Christians, but as a Christian nation, all I can say is this... they are not Christians!" he yelled.

"These people, they will answer for their actions. They will pay for their crimes, not just against the ViZionarian people, but against God and Christianity! They will be punished!"

The president began to break down a bit again, then quickly stomping off stage and out of the room.