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Postby Brytene » Mon Aug 31, 2015 11:21 am

Earlier, off the coast of Cuscatlan



A series of explosions thudded off the coast as the CFS Eftwyrd's onboard computer began dumping munitions, ripping through the hull and destabilising the nuclear engine.

Cuscatlani Interogation Room



Haley was by this point entirely baffled - were these guys confused, were they having translation problems, or were they being deliberately nonsensical as a form of soft interrogation tactic?

"You did, like forty seconds ago. You just told me Melendez was poisoned, and earlier you told me some of my crew were in quarantine for similar symptoms to his. Don't you remember?"

Whitebay, Brytene, some time later



The two Brytisc warships hove into view and breathed a sigh of relief. The two bodies of the slain heroes of Santiago el Cuscatlan were transferred to a morgue, where their grenade-ravaged corpses were autopsied and prepared for funerary rites, whilst the rescued prisoners were taken directly to a quarantine facility, crowds on the docks and quays cheering as the haggard but smiling personnel came ashore.

To: El Caudillo Carlos Silva;
From: Ambassador-General Accrington Stanley, Brytisc Foreign Service
Encryption: Public

If the Cuscatlani cannot tell the difference between governmental personnel and terrorist operators then this would explain a great deal about the catastrophic failures exhibited by Cuscatlani police forces. We find it impossible to deal with a nation which does not recognise the simple crime of breaking and entering with malicious intent, and we find it impossible to deal with a nation which does not recognise any difference between legitimate governmental personnel and private terrorist groups.

As of now, Brytene no longer recognises the state of Cuscatlan. Any Cuscatlani citizens or personnel entering Brytisc territory will be arrested. All Cuscatlani goods found in Brytisc territory will be confiscated. Further missives from your 'office' will not be received.

Good day.
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Postby Inyourfaceistan » Tue Sep 01, 2015 9:30 am

Cuscatlani Interogation Room, Several hours earlier



"That is true. But how are the two related? What would lead you to the conclusion that we would have to infect your crew?" She said, pressing the question. It seemed the captain knew a lot more about the nature of Melendez's condition than she had initially led them to believe...


Inyursta, Several hours later



The large Boeing 720 touched down in Nuveau Lyon International, before refueling and finishing its journey south-west into the heart of Cuscatlan. Mulhern, however, would not make the rest of the journey.
He was taken off the plane in handcuffs, and walked out from the plane onto the large plain of cement spanning several runways and parking spaces for large aircraft. Outside the air was warm, but thick with the wet humidity of a recent tropical rainshower.
"Beinvenas a Inyursta, Bryton. You are the first of your kind to set foot in my nation, lets pray to God you are the last..." One of the captains of the soldiers said, holding his hands out to allow their prisoner to get one glimpse of the area around Nuveau Lyon. The sea was out of sight but one could still see favelas and suburbs of the coastal city climbing into the hills beyond like tiny pixels cutting through the meadows and woodlands. In the distance the spine of mountains known as the Sierra Miraco loomed ominously over the southern horizon with their peaks concealed by dark grey clouds.
A smaller Cessna 421 was already started and running as the soldiers transfered control of the prisoner over to ISD and NIS agents, who then did a double-sweep to check for any sharp objects or electronic devices, before they stuck a bag over his head and loaded him back into another aircraft...

Sometime later the plane came down on a narrow airstrip in the expansive swamplands of north-western Marindino. Mulhern was thrown into the back of some sort of jeep or rover with his blindfold still on as the vehicle began a bumpy ride down a series of dusty trails through the mangroves and flooded forests. Finally the black cover was removed from his head to reveal a octangular prison complex surrounded by a deep, concrete-walled moat roughly 50m wide with mounted machine guns covering the one metal drawbridge that goes in and out of the prison. Casiero de Phillipe, or "Phillipe's locker", as it was known in English - named after the solitary pit where the British colonial authorities held the notorious Inyurstan pirate Phillpe Custeau in lonesome isolation until his execution in 1842. Now in the same vast maze of swamps the second-most highly guarded prison ('officially' the first) in the country was resting.
As they walked the Bryton prisoner across the drawbridge, he could see dozens of crocodiles laying idle on the shallow mudbanks which sporadically built up around isolated portions of the moat. It was filled with mostly American crocodiles, but several smaller Inyurstan crocodiles distinguishable due to their dark gray backs with white underbellies were also present - occasionally a camain or two would fall in from the ground-level side wall or crawl in through one of the narrow pipes which connected the water in the moat with the outside swamps, but the much smaller crocodilians would almost always find themselves a snack for their larger counter-parts. The biggest beast in the pit was actually a hybrid of the two crocodile species, a behemoth known as "Peti Augusto" (Little Augusto) estimated to be around twenty-one feet long; and as Mulhern passed the reptile slowly raised its head to the surface and seemed to look eyes with the new prisoner.

Inside, the main prison was built in a panopticon-style circular arrangement, with a guard tower in the center and cell blocks surrounding it. Outside was the guard's quarters attached to the wall, as well as a small prison yard, mess hall, and shower complex all connected to the main cell building itself - as well as a single staircase leading up to the walls to serve as an execution yard.
The former officer of the terrorist group R-DARK was then hosed down, and taken to his cell. As the thick steel cage shut behind him and the various Inyurstan authorities disappeared his cell mate lifted his head from the top bunk and looked over at the new prisoner.
"Well there, brother. What do they have you in here for?" He said. Mulhern would likely be relieved to know he was stuck with another gringo, a Ruol (semi-Slavic/Mediterranean); instead of some professional drug cartel hitman or a 90's-leftover marxist terrorist...

Later that night Mulhern was awoken to the sound of his cell door coming open, and two body armor-clad guards grabbing him by his arms and dragging him off through the dark hallways. He was then taken to a mostly empty room with a table and two chairs, a light and four recording cameras in each corner, as well as reinforced black glass windows from all angles.
A man roughly in his forties or so, with black hair on his head despite a silver mustache and goatee came in. Unlike most of his kind he was not wearing sunglasses indoors, although he was still dressed in semi-formal attire hinting that he was ISD and not the more clandestine NIS.
"Major Steophen Mulhern..." He began.
"Call me Agent Lopez." He lied, his real name was Javier de L'Ordeilles and he was actually a Regional Branch Captain; but as far as those who weren't in the upper levels of the military-law enforcement-intelligence community all ISD personnel were basically called "Agent" to outsiders.
"Now, you have probably heard enough propaganda fear-mongering about what happens in Inyursta to foreign enemies who are already dead in the eyes of the world, so I wont waste my breath threatening you with pain and suffering. I can see your government has already left you for dead, so I wont bother feeding the idea they abandoned you..." Javier said as he set forth a pen and paper towards Mulhern.
"I want to hear your side of the story and I want names of your co-conspirators and those who burned you for future reference. You do that for me and I will make your life a lot easier..."


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Postby Brytene » Tue Sep 01, 2015 9:47 am

Cuscatlani Interogation Room, Several hours earlier



"I don't understand," replied Haley "You told me Melendez was infected with something, I asked if my crew had been contaminated, and you said some of them were showing similar symptoms...but then you said he was given poison, not infected. So did you give my crew poison to make them display those symptoms?"

The conversation was clearly going nowhere. Haley genuinely had not been involved in whatever had gone on, and the circular questioning wasn't going to reveal anything new.

She really doesn't know anything, and you mixing up infection and poison isn't going to trick her into revealing something she doesn't know lol. The ricin was entirely an R-DARK operation. I'm done with this section of RP


Inyursta, Interrogation Room



When the man had called him a Bryton, Mulhern had choked back a bitter response. His government had abandoned him - he was nothing now. He had had plenty of time to think during the trip, during which he sweated uncomfortably - a mix of anxiety and the uncomfortable humid climate. He had always been one of those types who whined about the cold weather, but suddenly he missed the chill, crisp air of home.

Now, in a dark cell facing a dark man, Mulhern leaned forward and sighed, his hands clasped between his knees. At least the Inyurstans were being somewhat civil, and he had never fully believed that they were as erratic or insane as the media seemed to make out, so he decided that his best bet was to co-operate. He owed the Brytisc nothing.

"My co-conspirator...hah, well I guess you would say it was Captain Fitzpatrick of the 3rd Dyflin Regiment, but she ratted me out almost instantly. But here's my question - if I co-operate with you, what happens? Am I going to die anyway?"
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Postby Inyourfaceistan » Wed Sep 02, 2015 2:45 pm

Cuscatlani Interogation Room, Several hours earlier



The Inyurstan ISD and Cuscatlani DINA interrogators finally grabbed their stuff and left, leaving the Bryton woman to be escorted out with regular guards and taken the join the rest of her people.
Whether it had been an error in translation or she was just plain stupid (given that her belief that the use of the terms poisoned and infected contradicted each other was factually incorrect) the arguement was clearly going nowhere - and besides, it suited their cause anyway to pitch the story that the Bryistic sub didn't realize they were sailing into hostile waters with no escape and now way of rescue to persue a deal their own government had ensured will break down...


Casiero de Phillipé



Javier wrote down the name Mulhern gave him, not that he believed him or doubted him, rather just protocol to write down every name and location a prisoner under interrogation gives.
"We are all going to die, silly gringo.
However, I assume you are asking if we will kill you; and that answer depends entirely on how cooperative you can be for us and how detrimental you can be to them...

So now, explain to me the events leading to and following the extrajudicial killing of former senator Lanson Sãorules and the cold-blooded murder of his employee, Rando Sourez?
"


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Postby Brytene » Wed Sep 02, 2015 3:42 pm

Casiero de Phillipé



Mulhern looked briefly surprised, and then shrugged.
"I don't know much about that directly, as much as I tried. Hell, my cock-up is why I'm here!" he laughed bitterly. "All I know was that Captain Fitzpatrick was the duty officer for that facility at the time, and that we did have an R-DARK agent there. It was all very hush-hush, but I didn't have the clearance for it - not my jurisdiction. What I can tell you about is R-DARK operating practices, and pretty much everything we know about the Auburn Path terrorist group - I've been case lead for those bastards for years."

Castle Oakheart, Lundene



The prisoners had all been thoroughly checked by this point, subjected to a range of medical and other examinations to ensure that they were not carrying, harbouring, or infected with any kind of disease, poison, chemical, biological, or any other weapon. Captain Haley Haley had been summoned to the Castle and, after a brief but intense interview with the booming King Cenwulf, had been dispatched to the Admiralty with a letter from the King suggesting that her actions had been commendable and that the loss of the sub was not to be laid at her feet.

Now, the King met with his Witenagmot, short Aoife but with Commander Kanbei and Ambassador-General Stanley present instead, alongside a quiet man dressed in black with a bald head and a goatee.

"Now then, Hood, tell me just how much we should be worried about your handing over this Mulhern fellow to the Inyurstan pigs?" growled the King, his tone dark. The man in black was silent for a moment, but when he spoke his voice was calm and gravelly, and he spoke almost as if to a child.
"There's no threat there. The information he has is useless to them, and any sensitive subjects we have already 'fixed'. At worst he is a propaganda tool for them now."
Uhtred of Deepdale, the King's old friend and drinking companion, chuckled. "And who the fuck listens to them anyway? So what did the little shit do to deserve your displeasure, Commissar?"
"Let's just say he tried to sell something that wasn't his, to people who don't have a very good buyer rating. Brytene has no need for his sort."
The King brooded, sipping at a horn of ale before turning to Ambassador-General Stanley.
"You'll put out a press release? Can't have people thinking we did anything shifty - we just repatriated a SACTO patriot in exchange for our prisoners, eh?"
He turned to Hood. "We didn't do anything shifty, hmm?"
Hood raised an eyebrow. "Would you want to know if we did, sire?"
Cenwulf shuddered, then downed the ale and stood.
"That's that then. Get to it. I'll see you all at the memorial."



Official statement of the Brytisc Foreign Service


Yesterday, Brytisc authorities met with Inyurstan officials in Flardania to secure the safe return of the 73 crew members of the CFS Eftwyrd, who had been wrongfully seized by Cuscatlan forces after an unlawful and unwarranted attack upon the Brytisc Fleet in international waters. The transfer went without a hitch, and the Rede is pleased to announce that all personnel are now safely home in Brytene.

Former R-DARK Major Steophen Mulhern has renounced his citizenship, and was transferred to Inyurstan custody at his own behest as part of the exchange. His whereabouts are currently unknown, but they are no longer the business of the Brytisc state.

As of today, Brytene no longer recognises the nations of Cuscatlan or Inyursta, due to their blatant involvement with the CADI terrorist group and their sponsorship of crimes against civilians. Inyurstan and Cuscatlani citizens are barred from entering Brytisc territory, and all goods and property entering Brytene from these nations will be seized and confiscated.


A public state memorial will be held for the victims of the Santiago de Cuscatlan Embassy Attack tomorrow afternoon, in the grounds of Castle Oakheart.
Signed, Ambassador-General Accrington Stanley


Somewhere in Nortymba



The man's worn leather boots crunched on the gravel path, his breath laboured as the route began to steepen. This region was seldom trod by humans - the landscape was dominated by remote, blasted heath and high grey rock, even the farmers rarely came this far on their quads.

No such luxury, no such weakness would do for the grey figure which crunched its way into the Nortymban Spine, the high dark mountains which loomed over the foggy northern extremities of Brytene. In his hand he clutched a long wooden staff, barely more than a weathered branch, its end hooked like a monstrous claw. Oddities and items jangled as they hung from his belt and his robe, muffled by the thick wool and by the sack slung over his shoulder. The cruel wind tore at his ragged, wide-brimmed hat and whipped at his beard, but to him it was nothing short of refreshing, a reminder of the awesome, uncaring power of the Gods and the fresh, untamed nature of this part of the world.

Struggling uphill, with a bag of foreign bones on his back, he headed to the mountains to appease the old Gods, to make a sacrifice for the sake of a wounded shieldmaiden.
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Postby Brytene » Thu Sep 10, 2015 4:25 pm

As I mentioned to Cusc earlier, this isn't to antagonise anyone and I don't expect you to reply - it's just an official wrap-up of this thread, to tie things off for my own canon. If you have any questions or issues feel free to TG me, but otherwise au revoir!

Edit - since you're getting the mods to delete my posts on the OOC thread, I will respect your wishes and not add any posts to either this thread or the OOC one. However, in the interests of straightening out canon, I will be adding a little more detail to this post to clear things up...


Casiero de Phillipé



Mulhern was tired. He had answered the interrogators' questions, to the best of his ability, but he had never seemed to know as much as they wanted, and he had found himself rambling in circles in the face of their unimpressed gazes. They had dismissed him at the end of the day, sending him back to his cell uncertain of his future, though unharmed. He had expected them to warm to him after he made it clear that he felt no loyalty to the state that he felt had betrayed him, but they seemed unmoved and cold.

Back in his cell, in the dark, he had plenty of time to think. Plenty of time for the fear and the sweat to crawl in. He had heard rumours from the Latin America-region case officers, mutterings that these Inyurstans and the Cuscatlani didn't play by the rules. He had heard various slurs against their mental stability, but he'd never really believed it. He'd assumed that they would at least put on a veneer of friendliness, even if they planned to turn around and execute him later, but instead they had remained hostile, had shown nothing but contempt and hate for him.

As he sat in the darkness in the depths of a fortress in the heart of a jungle far inside unfriendly territory, he finally found his resolve. He had shamefully caved at almost the faintest touch, unfamiliar with field work and abandoned by the country he was supposed to defend, but now that that failure had itself failed to sway his captors, anger began to swell in his chest. He was a Major, or had been. He was nothing now, just a nameless prisoner that no-one would mourn, but he would not play their game. He would not submit to the fate the Brytisc had handed to him, and he would not give the SACTO pigs the satisfaction of hearing him beg.

Having made his decision, he took a few deep breaths, steeling himself. The cold air suddenly felt harsh, his pulse rising as he sat upright. Taking one final breath, he curled his fist and used his remaining strength to punch himself in the jaw, hard. He was rewarded with a crack as several teeth broke. He swallowed, wincing against the sharp pain, but almost instantly the scent of bitter almonds flooded his senses as the darkness closed in permanently... he was dead by the time the guards burst in, and not even the Inyurstans had the power to bring the dead back to life...

Sometime later, in Brytene



The first s200 notes had already been handed in, and more were flowing daily as businesses, banks, and individuals handed theirs back in. So far, none of those with the listed serial numbers had been returned, which suited the staff at the treasury just fine.

Meanwhile, knowing that there was nothing to incriminate them, not even a shred of filing filament thanks to the fact that these people were professionals, and with the gun frame and all other evidence having been left 'as they wished', Cenetar Catamount and the other approved officers from R-DARK and the Fleet filed the paperwork away and chalked another one up.

Merlyn's Square, Lundene






At the site of the former Cuscatlani Embassy in Lundene, a crowd had gathered. Where the embassy had once stood, the ground had been leveled and a large sandstone dais erected, perhaps a meter high and six meters across. Atop the circular dais, a metal statue composed of five life-sized figures cast in rippling bronze reflected the pale sunlight. The first figure was a woman in a pants suit, holding a pistol in one graven hand and a copy of the Brytisc Magna Carta in the other. The second figure was a burly man in a shirt and trousers, unarmed, his fists balled and his face defiant. The last two were Brytisc marines, a sergeant and a private, kneeling before the two civilians in combat stances. At their feet, made of crude darker metal which held several different patterns, melted down from the various weapons and metals left behind by the dead Cuscatlani, was a faceless figure, sprawled dead with a knife held loosely in his hand.

The statue was of exquisite detail, commissioned by Cenwulf Teorell as one of his last official acts as King, before the Reform. Now, in front of a packed crowd of hundreds and in front of cameras from across the globe, a small group was gathered on a temporary platform in front of the statue.

Bretwalda Teorell, dressed in a rich brown leather doublet and a frilled white shirt, no longer wearing a crown but with a richly-scabbarded seax at his hip, was center-stage. Standing with him was a scattering of people, including Commander Kanbei of the Fleet and a small group of civilians.

The crowd was murmuring, a dull roar filling the ancient space until the Bretwalda stepped forwards and spread his hands. It took a few moments for the crowd to quieten down, but then he began to speak, his deep voice rolling off the stone walls and filling the space.

"People of Brytene, the last few weeks have been trying times. Caught up in international intrigues and the spiderwebs of the Inyurstan-Cuscatlani cabal, our people at home and abroad have suffered attack on several fronts."
He paused, letting his gaze travel the audience, his jaw clenched and his small eyes glowering.
"But we have bloodied them!" he boomed, the crowd listening intently, "We have endured their assaults and their perfidy, and we have sent them away reeling and wounded!"
He shouted the last, and as his words echoed from the walls the crowd erupted in cheers, thundering their approval.
"Today we pay tribute to the brave Brytons who laid down their lives in service to our country. To Daryl Wilson, a good man who was murdered simply because he was Brytisc. To Private Arthur Gordon, who fought until his very last breath. To Sergeant James West, who taught the Inyurstans that no-one attacks Brytene without bleeding for it. And to Ambassador Margaret Latrell, betrayed by her hosts, alone in a city of barbarians, who stood in the face of overwhelming odds to protect herself and those in her charge, at the price of her life."
He paused, letting the names and stories of the four dead Brytons sink in. The crowd was hushed, placing names to faces as they gazed at the four bronze figures on the dais, whose likenesses had been modelled on the four dead Brytons.
"Their sacrifice can never be repaid, and their laughter will never fill our halls again, but Brytene will never forget them. The Confederacy survives, and we will not let our people be attacked with impunity."
He gestured to the side of the dais, where a man waited in the parade dress of the Nortymba Regiment, a dark blue tunic with white trimmings around the hem, black britches and heavy black boots, topped by a Coppergate-style helmet and a white cloak. A battle-ax and shortsword hung at his belt.
"Today we also honour Corporal Ralts, who suffered second-degree burns in the line of duty, fighting to neutralise Cuscatlani aggression in the heart of Lundene. Corporal, we salute you."
The crowd applauded as the Bretwalda and the Commander saluted the man, who simply looked embarrassed to be there.
"And, continued Teorell, "we also honour Aoife Brighteye, Jarl of Dyflin, for her repeated bravery in the face of SACTO aggression. She has paid the price for her dedication to our ideals, and has been badly wounded for it. Jarl, we salute you."
The crowd cheered even louder as Aoife Brighteye climbed the dais, her gait slow but proud. She struggled to hide the pain from her face as she saluted the Bretwalda, dressed in a fitted and worked brown leather jacket and laced leather trousers, with knee-high boots and unbound hair.
Teorell turned to pick something up from behind himself - a sword, scabbarded in black with silver panelling, thick fleece at the lip. The handle that protruded from it was made of human bone and black Ballaugh deer leather, and when he handed it to Aoife she drew it slowly, revealing a black steel blade wreathed with smoky runes and patterns.
"This blade was forged with the bones of our enemies. Bear it with pride, and use it to defend our people against those who would do us harm."
Aoife slammed the blade home and, with great difficulty, bowed...

That night, Castle Oakhall, Lundene



Aoife leaned back against the windowframe, her feet propped up as she sat in the high window of the Castle, looking out across the bright lights of Lundene. The glowing city reflected in the shimmering rainwater that pooled on the streets and gave the pavements a brilliant gloss. Her chest still hurt and her breath was still shallow, but the pain was slowly fading.

She had met with Captain Haley Haley, with Colonel Blunte and with Corporal Ralts, and she had been proud of her countrymen, but meeting the families of the embassy dead had been far harder. Maggie Latrell had left behind a husband and two adult children, whilst Pvt Gordon had been sharing an apartment with a girl from Wesseax for almost two years. All of the victims had parents and siblings too, and their loss had been felt keenly. No amount of Inyurstan or Cuscatlani blood was worth such misery; she knew this as they had spilled enough of it. The emptiness in Mr Latrell's eyes had spoken volumes about the healing powers of revenge.

Her head resting against the cool wood of the windowframe as the rain hissed gently past her, the night breeze soft on her skin and the smell of rain rich in her nostrils, she winced at the ache in her chest. She had no idea whether SACTO would try to attack Brytene again, and she did not know how much blood would be spilled if they did, but as she looked out over the shining city she knew that defeat was not an option. In a world of darkness and hate, it would always cost to keep the lights burning brightly. That cost had to be borne in blood, and if she and people like her did not risk theirs then the burden would fall on others.

She ran her hand over the smooth scabbard of Barghest, wrapping her hand around the supple leather grip and rubbing a thumb across the varnished bone. The feel of the sword in her hand reassured her, and she looked up at the clouds to see the moon peeking through.

A light in the darkness, unquenchable.

-FIN-
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Postby Inyourfaceistan » Sat Sep 26, 2015 11:59 am

Tenshigowa Airbase, Kirishima



Under close observation and escort by local Flardanian authorities, the evidence was carted off to undergo testing. The Bersa used in the shooting was still there, and as per Melendez's description appeared to be in the same condition - fresh serial number filings and all. Considering it was a different gun that had been fired to plant gunshot residue on the hand of the framed Sourez, there would be no conceivable reason why this individual firearm would have been tampered with since the initial post-murder modifications.

In a weapons testing room with cameras readied from several angles and a sticky paper lining surrounding the immediate vicinity of the weapon - not to mention still under the watchful eye of several multinational officials - the gun was to be fired by an Inyurstan ISD agent wearing gloves (one of which had an exposed velcro surface right next to where the serial number had been removed).
"Firing Trial One!" he calmly but loudly stated as he squeezed the trigger. The gun flexed back and ejected a bullet, sending not only its lethal round and accompanying gunshot residue, but also the tiny micro-filaments attached to the area where the serial number had been filed off.
The paper was then collected and replaced, and the cycle repeated.
"Firing Trial Two!" he shouted, and continued the process until all the bullets in the particular bersa had been spent...
When they were done a second bersa with a freshly-scratched serial number was then taken under the same test; and the results were charted and compared.

The exact amount of micro-filaments in milligrams was irrelevant - in addition to being extremely hard to accurately measure - and this number was more depending on the exact degree of intensity and for how long the gun was undergoing filing; however their measured amounts were fractionally insignificant (neither quantity was beyond 1.5x greater or lesser than the other). Instead the percentage of micro-filaments discharged per shot by order was looked at; and both guns shared similar discharge patterns for each shot fired after the filing and data analysis revealed that both guns discharged over 85% of the total free micro-filament mass in their first three shots.
It would appear that Melendez's observation of a lack of new-disturbance* was correct and had been proven; and indicating the gun had not been fired since it had its serial number filed off (or that a zombie Sourez rose from the dead to file the serial number off of the gun that wasn't his before discarding the file and returning to his eternal slumber).

Examination of the body of Sourez - most importantly the hand - was not how Melendez described it. Now, there was gunshot residue on his hand which matched that of a Bersa-380 unlike what Melendez recalled. However, this evidence was almost just as implicating as if there had been a lack of residue. Investigators were careful to collect as much samples of the stuff as they possibly could - including the rag supposedly used by Tançias - and take it all under chemical forensic analysis. The residue contained the usual - primer, propellant, even the cartridge case and extraneous atmospheric particles associated with the formation of smoke.
But it did not contain anything even remotely close to a significant quantity of micro-filaments from the gun.

Even if Tançias had doctored the evidence and Melendez was lying, it still proved that the gun used to kill the former senator had its serial number filed off after being fired. Bullet analysis had already tied the gun in question to the killing of Saorules, but this residue analysis showed to it was by far most likely not fired by his accused assassin and if it was then the gun was aggressively tampered with after the killing. More damning than that was the fact the rag which Tançias 'allegedly' used to wipe clean the hand of Sourez lacked any trace of these micro-filaments; which implied either the gun was tampered with after Sourez's hands were wiped or that he never fired the gun.

The other major flaw in the Bryton claim of events was the lack of a motive. First, there was the 'motive' in the personal or emotional sense; what supposedly drove the usually complacent Sourez to gun down his employer of six years. No acquaintance, be it family, friend, or mutual co-worker, of either individual could list any reason for the hit nor had Saorules given his aide any cause to want to pump his chest full of lead.
Secondly, there was the 'motive' in the logistical sense; why the accused would have done it when and where he did. If Sourez had indeed gone out of his way to find a black-market bersa sometime between departing Inyursta (analysis of both the gun and the bullets indicated that neither was manufactured in Inyursta and did not match the records of any recent sales of that import model) and arriving in Brytene; why would he have waited to waste his boss surrounded by heavily armed Bryton gunmen? Why not just pop one in the back of his head while they were on the plane? Why not shoot him somewhere on layover?
It seemed that supposedly Sourez had picked the worst possible moment to pull off a perfect assassination for which he had no reason to commit with a gun that wasn't his to begin with.

They had undeniably botched it. These terrorist criminal-mastermind wannabes had botched it.
Not only had they filed it, not melted it off, not burned it off with acid (even then there would be ways to draw evidence from both methods), but they had filed it. Additionally, despite being professionals who can supposedly cover every shred of evidence, they failed to recognize the issue of gunpowder residue issue with their initial botched cover-up. No amount how 'professional' this ideology-driven excuse for a state-sponsored drug cartel tried, the fact is they filed it and micro-filaments would remain regardless...

Repporta Official dul Départmente Sécurité Internale
Official Report of the Internal Security Department



It is the intention of this report to officially disclose all findings regarding the unsanctioned assassination of former senator Lanson Saorules, the murder of his employee Rando Sourez, the attempted kidnapping of ISD Agents Tancias and Melendez as well as the poisoning of the latter.

In regards to the murder of and accussation that Rando Sourez was responsible for the extrajudicial killing of his former employer; our department under observation by foreign agencies have examined the given evidence and observed the following facts:

- According to records as an indirect employee of the Inyurstan government, the accused did not have a Bersa Thunder 380 registered to his name, nor anyone in his immediate family
- Analysis of gun design and bullet production show that the supposed murder weapon was not manufactured, produced or sold legally in Inyursta.
- According to flight logs paired with the facts presented in the previous points, the former senator and the accused were only on layover for a few hours, extremely limiting the time the accused would have had to purchase a firearm
- According to witness testimony of family and close associates of both individuals no malicious or otherwise hostile intentions or opinions were present between them
- Analysis of the opportunities for which the supposed assassination that took place find that the accused was given multiple chances across a matter of hours - including but not limited to a situation which both individuals were alone - for which he could have assassinated the former senator and escaped without harm or capture; which raises a large degree of doubt on the official Bryistic claim that the assassination occurred somewhere where the accused would have and ultimately was immediately gunned down by local militants.
- According to Agent Henri Melendez the accused did not have gunshot residue on his hands at the time of the ISD investigation, only after the death of one of the ISD agents and the arrest of the aforementioned did gunshot residue appear on the hands of the accused.
- The murder weapon had its serial number filed off; analysis of the damage, materials found around the site of the damage, and the materials collected after firing the weapon suggests with a degree of extreme likelihood that the weapon was filed after it was used to kill the former senator. (see Evidence #1)
- Analysis of the gunshot residue left on both the hand of the accused after initial investigation and the rag Agent Tançias supposedly used to tamper with the evidence did not have matching micro-filaments ejected from the damaged gun upon firing; implying that the gunshot residue found on the hand of the accused and on the rag was not from the same gun or again that the gun was filed after having been fired.
- For further rebuttal it should be noted that the Bryistic claim of tampering was limited to the presence of gunshot residue - and this claim was made only after Agent Melendez loudly shouted this fact into his phone before being assaulted and kidnapped. No where have they mentioned any claim to the ISD supposedly destroying the gun, and while a rag was added to the evidence which supposedly corroborates their claim of events, no file or destructive device of any form was ever mentioned nor added.
It is also imperative to mention the physical difficulty one would have to go through to aggressively modify a firearm while under watch without being noticed.
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In regards to the death of one ISD agent, as well as the unprovoked capture and most importantly poisoning of another one of two ISD agents invited by the Bryistic State to examine the evidence, our agency has observed the following facts and accounts:

- As evidenced by voice recording on Agent Melendez's phone which corroborates the testimony given by Melendez himself the pair were assaulted and captured for "suspected tampering of evidence"; yet the dirty rag supposedly found on Agent Tançias was found only after he died refusing to be taken hostage and likewise after Melendez openly shouted the discrepancy with the crime scene.
- The pair were supposedly assaulted on the basis that the outlaw group CADI having access to a passport which registered as valid somehow implied implied a greater conspiracy and involvement by all levels of Inyurstan government, despite the fact numerous individuals had access to said passport and the fact that CADI are career outlaws who have experience in forging, modifying and acquiring fake passports.
- It is agreed upon by all parties that Agent Tançias died fighting rather than be taken alive, while Melendez was thrown to the ground and captured. As such it shall be accepted as fact.
- According to testimony by Agent Melendez he was unconscious for some time while in captivity before being fed - including beans.
- Post symptom diagnosis and treatment found that Agent Melendez was poisoned with ricin. Understanding when ingested ricin often takes less than 10 hours to begin to show symptoms.
- Analysis based on unclassified statistics paired with sonar tracking of the CFS Eftyward implied the submarine class (as well as most submarines) could only move inside of 40kn, which would take much longer than a day at least to reach the coast of Cuscatlan. This means Melendez was likely unknowingly undergoing non-severe and potentially unnoticeable symptoms before he even left the sub, and it is extremely possible he was either exposed to a low dose or as an individual has greater tolerance of the toxin.
- As such, Melendez was certainly showing noticeable symptoms soon after being rescued by a Cuscatlani vessel before experienced toxicologists had time to thoroughly examine him. This paired with the fact the Bryistic sub immediately displayed guilty behavior and did not wait around for their hostages led Cuscatlani commanders to believe they had been hit with an attempted bioweapon attack.
- Since the incident Agent Melendez has undergone treatment and is making a steady recovery.


The above facts and probable causes have been complied for public release. This document is not meant to influence public policy and the facts presented are the most possible version of the truth to the best of our knowledge.
Make of them what you will.



Casiero de Phillipé



When Mulhern attempted suicide his cell mate began to scream out. The guards came rushing in and threw the high-profile Ruol convincted of attempted murder to the ground as another checked the pulse of the man laying on his bed bleeding and choking on his own blood. They righted him and applied repeated pressure to his chest to keep him breathing.
Javier stepped in. He had been in the interrogation business for a long time and he realized someone looking for inventive ways to kill themselves was just as useful as a dead man anyways.
A broken jaw was not nearly enough to kill someone that fast (especially given the circumstance that apparently a .45 ACP hollow-point round to the lung wasn't lethal), and there would have been plenty of time to save the man (just to kill his ass later, of course). The "scent of bitter almonds" seemed symptomatic with Cyanide poisoning (OOC: which of course, was never mentioned, plus 'professional' agents and guards would have known to check for so...) of some sort, but even then it lacked the violent convulsing and sizzling oral discharge of the poison - which even then didn't kill as fast as it was made to be in the movies
"Give him what he wants..." The ISD agent said as he stepped out and the guards grabbed Mulhern before dragging him off.
It wasn't necessarily their plan to kill him, but if the coward wanted to kill himself rather than cooperate then they were just going to make sure he goes out in the fashion they had planned for him.

A few minutes later the shock of a sharp kick followed by the feeling of air rushing upwards against his body would have likely jolted him back to near full consciousness, if not then the head-first smack as he hit the water would have. Mulhern floated at the surface for a few moments before the massive estuarine reptile lunged upwards from below and finished the job the foreigner had started just minutes before...


Sierra Polaches, Inyursta-Cuscatlani Border



Construction had been underway for sometime on a large highway border crossing between the two allied nations. In Inyursta the project was part of a larger project to bring improved infrastructure to the Southern Territories and help connect other regions together. Now the project was complete, in this highland region at least.

A cold wind blew across the low paramo caught somewhere beneath the "snow belt" of the high mountain peaks and the "palm belt" of the lower cloud forests below, while a crowd of a few hundred gathered in the large complex which would house the new and improved border crossing. Between either side of the highway was a median which slowly increased in girth starting maybe a hundred meters or so from the crossing gate on both the Inyurstan and Cuscatlan, and resting above a flattened outcrop of lichen-coated stones was a modest sized structure of some sort with a dark-silver sheet drapped over it. Included also were petrol stations and rest stops on either side of the four-lane official crossing, and now both sides were serving to suite the mass of people awaiting the official opening.

From the Cuscatlani side a loud convoy approached. At its heart was a sleek, black limosuine with the yellow, blue and red flag of Cusctatlan waving from every corner; while police cars with their lights flashing and armed escorts on motor bikes surrounded the vehicle in a disciplined fashion - yet instead of sirences the motorcade loudly blared to the tune of Cara al Sol, letting the Cuscatlani anthem echo from the western peaks of the Sierra Polaches. Moving in close support in front of and behind the convoy were four EE-11 Urutu APC's, two on either side, while their gunners remained alert yet stern in parade fashion.

As the grand convoy of El Caudillo arrived, the sillhouttes of five helicopters rose from the valleys and slopes of the Inyurstan side. Two UH-60 Blackhawks painted black with the crimson, dark green and gold stripes of the Inyurstan flag running down the middle of the aircraft flanked the flight while three smaller AS555 helicopters in a dark shade of metalic slate-gray hung in the center. When the aerial convoy got within a few hundred meters of the designated location the larger Blackhawks began deploying a smokescreen which shrouded the landing site and the three smaller helicopters.
A few minutes later, escorted by a handful of Inyurstan Secret Service personel, Le Président Jack Peresque stepped forward from the fading smoke and began walking up through a path cleared through the cheering crowd to meet his counter-part. The two leaders met eye to eye and shook hands without saying a word - a gesture which they had done time and time before. Carlos Silva patted Peresque on the shoulder as he waved to the crowed and Peresque likewise clapped his hands. It was almost ironic how from the hatred of the Cold War which threatened to ignite war in these same mountains between the US-backed neoliberalismo democracy of Inyursta and the Chinese-backed socialist dictatorship in Cuscatlan had now almost completely evaporated and in its place one of the strongest alliances and national friendships had usurped it.

"Bona journa, mis amés!" Peresque shouted in Inyurstan into the microphone as he stepped forward.
"Today we open a new page in our history. Today we make another mark towards the combined strength and support of our two nations!" He shouted again, switching to his co-native English as Silva likewise translated his words into both Spanish and Portuguese for his own people.
"We open this great lifeline of commerce, trade and culture between our two nations as yet another notch in the totem pole of our alliance, but also as a warning to the outside world that no matter which direction the wind carries their hatred and ignorance, we will find ourselves with our greatest partners at our backs. In recent days my own country and my own compatriots have found themselves under siege by a wicked and demented enemy which seeks nothing but our blood and suffering, watched as our sons were murdered without rhyme or reason and our faces lied to by a regime which thinks of us and our culture as nothing more than barbaric gutter-trash; and yet to our avail our brothers of Cuscatlan stood ready to aide us and teach the Old-World bastards the price for killing the children of America Libre - just as we would not hesitate to do for them - and together we struck vengeance for our loss!!!
Now let us take a moment of silence for the brave Cuscatlani men and women who died defiantly fighting on their own terms and not on the terms
With great honor my Cuscatlani comrade and I proudly unveil this final monument as a testament to our struggle. May this grand token of our friendship fill those who pass beneath it with pride, and let those who would seek to harm or degrade us once more cowl and scorn at the cause it represents.
" Peresque said defiantly as he stepped back and allowed the Caudillo to echo his words.

Both men then turned and clapped as Cuscatlani and Inyurstan soldiers tore back the cloth that had been draped over the statue. Underneath was an impressive, black-marble sculpture of three animals: a condor, a lancehead viper, and a deer. The mighty Condor had one foot on the ground with it's other talon digging into the neck of the deer while its massive wingspan extended outwards and its beak wide open calling to the heavens. Pure, solid silver comprised the talons and beak of the majestic bird of the Americas, while thin lines of the rare metal adorned details of the marble including its feathers and neck and two glistening Cuscatlani rubies the size of golf balls acted as eyes. Opposite the Condor was a semi-coiled Fer-de-Lance viper, its neck raised up with its head reared back and fangs bared ready to strike. Like its counter-part, the long fangs of the crotalid were made of solid silver with pressed lines displaying its ornate markings, while its eyes were made of two Inyurstan emeralds with a small obsidian shard in them to mimic the "snake-eye" of the inanimate viper. The deer laying beneath the two other animals was not unimpressive in its own right - albeit for reasons of symbolism rather than a tribute - its thick coat, wide hooves and broad, crested antlers were unlike that of the small brocket deer or neotropical subspecies of White tail deer, rather the elk-like stags of colder regions. Its own antlers were made of copper-dyed aluminum (to prevent the green tarnish associated with copper), with similar metallic threads painted in around its details, on the deer's hind leg closest to the Fer-de-Lance were two splashes of solid color, designed to look like a bleeding snakebite. From the Inyurstan side the only the back of the lancehead was visible while the full frontal prowess of the Condor rose to greet them, likewise from the Cuscatlani side the bird's back was exposed while they were welcomed by the patient yet defensive Fer-de-Lance.
While any representatives of the genus Bothrops were absent at this altitude, the Fer-de-Lance viper and it's close relatives were still almost synonymous with the tropics of the Americas; and the mighty Condor was an uncommon but empowering sight here in the cordilleras; but to even the amateur eye the sight of the large stag was clearly an outsider.
Clearly something which did not belong, and now had picked a fight it could not handle between two species which inhabit this great region.

"Viva Inyursta! Viva Cuscatlan! Viva América Libré!!!" Peresque and Silva shouted almost simultaneously as they each raised their curled fists towards the cloudly skies.
From all sides around them the people cheered and echoed
"Viva América Libré! VIVA AMÉRICA LIBRÉ!!!" The crowd shouted synonymously in two to three different languages as they clapped and raised their curled fists in solidarity. The Inyurstan president and Cuscatlani Caudillo turned again to admire the work of local sculptors; this project had indeed been expensive - of course $50 million USD worth gifted from an unknown donor was enough to cover the project.
"Try it again, gringo fuckers... Try to fuck with us again and see what happens..." Carlos Silva murmured under his breath. While their enemies complained out sinking their sub in "international waters" the only reason the Cuscatlanis even hesitated a second to send an non-allied sub so close to their shores to the bottom was on the poorly-placed good faith that they were here to do a legitimate hostage swap with the group CADI (which again was not an illegal organization in Cuscatlan), if it were any other circumstance the foreign vessel would have been hailed and engaged the second it was detected - instead of waiting to find the Brytons tried to kill Melendez for no real reason.
If it happened again neither nation would be so patient...

Meanwhile on a tiny, rocky trail between the rustic grasses and low-lying succulents a small Aguarundo man and his wife led a llama mounted with their belongings across the unmarked border. The short man with coarse, reddish-brown skin wearing a black bowler hat and several layers of knitted wool parkas briefly looked down onto the gathering below just a few kilometers away. He made nothing much of the new 'official' border crossing. He and his family would continue to move between the villages of these mountains regardless of which invisible lines whichever state had drawn now; just as his ancestors had for generations - before the Spanish conquistadors and English colonial forces first divided these mountains, just as they had when the maoists ruled Cuscatlan, and just as they will continue to do.
In the great end, nothing really changed.

Just like the unregulated cancer cells that had been creeping towards Armando Nuelle's spinal chord would have had their way weather or not Aoife's thugs had mowed him down or not, just how Henri Melendez would have become a hero and a martyr regardless of how potent or fast-acting the Bryton toxin had been.
Nothing really changed.

Or how Vasquez showed the world that the Brytons were powerless to protect their own people; that she had exposed their cowardess in the face of a few lightly armed Inyurstan parcos and overzealous off-duty Cuscatlani cops and how they wouldn't even dare to put forth any actually effort to secure the release of their own people - yet all the while for nothing. She had become a brief hero in the eyes of radical patriotic factions, but despite being at the head of the operation where a few gunmen proved how vunerable a whole nation was it didn't erase the fact that CADI was a fading relic of a bygone era. No longer did self-defense groups need to defend their villages from socialist terrorists, no longer did vigilantes need to step up and give the violent cartels a taste of their own medicine. The days of Colonel Mendoza and his connections were over, and no amount of humiliated foreign governments would make up for the fact that CADI were fast becoming vigilantes without a crime to avenge...
Nothing really changed.

All the while business continued as usual, with virtually no noticible difference since the Byristic State had decided to not recognise the ruling government in Inyursta. Trade with Cuscatlan, the Merick Isles, Risya, the Organized States, Christian Lebanon and Ruolnik among others continued without hinderence. Tourists continued to pour in to the beaches of Terro de Marcon and the San Meresque Strip almost without even noticing the stand-off in the region, while oil flowed out from the hills of Guerroca and the offshore beds of the Southern Territories to quench the thirst of nations that couldn't care less. Their SACTO allies payed respect to their losses and exchanged a nasty word about the perpetrators of the murders and deception, and then shrugged the incident off and continued their military relationship.
Above all the corrupt politicians, the theives, liars, con artists and frauds, were tried and sentenced for their crimes against democracy and the people of Inyursta regardless of what the Brytons or any other outside country could say about it; and the whistleblower behind it all became a hero of the people, keeping the government in check, as well as an icon to rightists elsewhere fearing closeted leftist infiltration under both the Soviet and Alinsky doctrine that there are people out there willing to fight the slow-acting moral virus trying to infect their nations and subject them to oppression.
In the end, nothing really changed...
Last edited by Inyourfaceistan on Wed Oct 07, 2015 10:59 am, edited 6 times in total.


It's not French,it's not Spanish,it's Inyurstan
"Inyourfaceistan" refers to my player/user name, "Inyursta" is my IC name. NOT INYURSTAN. IF YOU CALL INYURSTA "INYURSTAN" THEN IT SHOWS THAT YOU CANT READ. Just refer to me as IYF or Stan.

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