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Automagfreek
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Postby Automagfreek » Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:16 pm

Unbelievable.... this situation just will not do.

It was one more unforeseen and unwanted surprise in the midst of growing internal tensions between certain factions inside Gholgoth, and now this latest shocking turn of events would require even greater Gothic effort to help calm. The Freekish Intelligence Agency had been frantically gathering data from Gothic Central Command, where the joint regional ABM defense network nerve center was located. It was unclear how such a launch was allowed to take place, though following the paper trail was secondary to the need to secure Azura from not only internal societal breakdown, but also from outside forces. President Nero Sevrin had summoned his top military advisers and quickly began reviewing Freekish contingency plans for nuclear strikes within Gholgoth, protocols drafted decades ago during the infamous Haven Cold War.

Judging from the sheer damage, salvaging operations will prove to be largely fruitless in the short term. It would appear that Azuran continuity of government protocols have failed to go operational, and it is our estimate that Azura itself has lost 90 to 95% of it's capacity to function on a governmental, societal, and military level. FIA Chairman Ghaal Renworth then handed a series of intelligence reports to the President and sighed deeply, gauging Sevrin's response.

Nero knew that in this situation it would be prudent to inform the Grand Warlord of his intentions, but under Executive Authority it was his responsibility to immediately carry out contingency operations and begin allocating naval, ground, and air forces accordingly. To a man of more religious conviction, it would certainly seem as if the end times are approaching. There's no question that we must defend what's left of Azura, for we are honor bound to do so and we cannot allow vultures to take advantage of the situation and lay claim to Gothic soil. This is my biggest concern at this stage, having to deal with outside forces on multiple fronts, but it appears that this route is unavoidable.

He rose from his seat and made his way to an array of bright monitors, some displaying Gothic news stations and others showing incoming intelligence data. As of 0900 hours yesterday, the Navy has become combat ready and I have begun deploying task forces accordingly to deal with the Ralkovian/Brewdomian/Scandinvan front. I would ask at this time that Freekish Southern Command begin moving units into blocking position in order to halt the influx of outside military forces.

The top Warchief in Automagfreek, known only as Zander, agreed. Indeed, the Navy now has considerable assets at sea, and we can operate regionally at full capacity. I've also taken the liberty of contacting our counterparts in Gothic Central Command, Gothic Northern Command, and Gothic Southern Command, to inform them of our deployments and to request the same from them. I've also activated some twenty five million reservists for immediate deployment in addition to our full active duty force, and have placed an additional one hundred and fifty million reservists on standby-alert. This is a big mess we're dealing with, region wide, and I know how Damien Dreadfire would handle this situation.... hell, I even know how Lord Vladius would react... but now is your time to show your military prowess.

Nero nodded grimly in agreement, though it was a trial that he would ideally wish to avoid at this early stage of his political career. Regardless, the orders were sent to the Department of the Navy for allocation of the entire 3rd, 9th, and 16th Navies to secure Azuran waters and airspace, and to block the intrusion of outside elements. A dispatch was also quickly drafted by the Great Hall and sent within the next hour.

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The Imperial Republic of Automagfreek

~From the desk of President Nero Sevrin~


Today the great Freekish Republic mourns for the loss of Azuran life, and indeed all of Gholgoth has been dealt a blow by such sudden and inexplicable destruction. It is in moments such as these that Gothic solidarity is tested, and in this darkest hour we Freeks shall honor the oaths we swore so long ago and come to the aid of what remains of Azura. To those still alive and in the midst of such Hell on Earth, know that you are not alone and that almighty Gholgoth shall answer your cries and stand beside you in solidarity. I have ordered an immediate and large deployment of naval forces to begin sailing to Azrua to provide assistance and security, not only from anarchy and societal breakdown from within, but from afar as well.

Any surviving Azuran who wishes to seek refuge in Automagfreek shall be granted it immediately and without question, and will be shipped out of Azura and into Freekish territory on regularly scheduled departures. When our first responders arrive on the scene, we shall establish several humanitarian aid distribution centers and begin unloading food, water, temporary shelter, NBC gear, and everything and anything required. We also call upon all of the Gothic Lords to send whatever assistance they can, be it direct aid or security not only for stabilizing Azura, but also to protect our region from outsiders.

To those seeking to take advantage of this terrible event and stake their claim to Azuran lands, know that should you intrude into Gothic waters or airspace you will be met with terrible and unrelenting force. Gholgoth has not and will never allow foreigners to encroach into our sovereign territory, and we will respond to any threat immediately and without warning. And to those who seek to aid Azura, your actions are appreciated. However, we will not allow any foreign vessel to sail into Azruan waters, and any who wish to do so must first have their ship(s) stopped and inspected by Freekish or joint Gothic authority before being allowed to continue.

Do not seek to test the resolve of Automagfreek or almighty Gholgoth, for even in our darkest hour we a force not to be trifled with. There will be no further warning nor instruction... stay out.


Signed,
PRESIDENT Nero Sevrin
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Postby Castleclose » Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:43 pm

Lugdunum International Port,
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Dr. Martin Clunes stood before the assembled 250 people who would be his subordinates on this mission for the next foreseeable duration. "Ok ladies and gentlemen those of you who have worked with me before know what to expect for the benefit of those who don't I will explain. The second we board these NFTs we are no longer on Closian soil. You are on soil being loaned to Closaid by the people of our destination. On this loaned soil my word is gospel. You only need to obey one rule and you will be fine. Do no harm and accept all who need help. We are going into a category 5 situation so you will all be issued with HAZMAT's as well as various anti-radiation poising medicine. We will be attempting to locate an area of low fallout to establish."

Dr. Clunes pointed to the 60 Desert Rangers who were finished loading their equipment onto an AFT "Those gentlemen are coming along to guarantee our safety, we don't know how distressed these people are going to be or how desperate. But as past experience has shown if word gets out that we have materials then if they are desperate they will try anything. So folks that's your pep talk over. Load up and settle sown we have a long flight ahead of us." With that Martin and the other people in the convoy took their seats in the NFT's and settled in for the 2 day trip. After 10 minutes the NFT's slipped out of their moorings. and made course for New Azuraian territory.
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The Naacal
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Postby The Naacal » Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:55 pm

Imperial Pyramid
Alythren-Naras, Mu Empire of the Naacal


General Nethren Lael stepped out of the elevator and walked to the throne room. Standing before the doors he let the security system, said to be a relic of the Judgment War scan him. A soft beep and an amber flash of light indicated access was granted, and the two guards opened the doors.

Walking into the room, the General bowed before Nerys XV, Emperor of the Naacal. "How did this happen, General? Our neighbor got incinerated and the SDS did not even react?" The General seemed composed enough, bu a trickle of sweat ran down his brow. "Your Majesty, SDS did not detect any missile tracks... None. No bombers or cruise missiles were detected either. I cannot think of any other explanation, except for..." General Lael left the rest of the sentence go unspoken. The thought was too horrible to consider. And yet...even that made no sense, as the Emperor's frown showed.

"You think it is Aenyrre Avrenn? Why would they hit Azura... if they hit anyone they'd hit us." Lael grimaced at that. His Majesty is right on that count. "What about covert positioning of devices, Majesty? I mean it seems unlikely, but..." Nerys XV shook his head "That would iindicate utter incompetence in the Azuran counter-Intel forces. Still, we should check all potentials, and I mean all. General, activate the M-Scan network, see if we are dealing with something beyond the normal vectors of nuclear attack here."

"At your Command, Majesty!" Lael saluted and left the throne room.

Turning to his Castellan, Nerys XV gave him a folder containing the orders he had just set out.

Code: Select all
By Imperial Decree:

Central Fleet and Eastern Fleet are to set up a security perimeter. Any non-Gholgothian ships are to be prevented from entering ours or Azuran waters. Cooperate with Novan and Freekish units in maintenance of this security perimeter. Any foreign vessel that does not stop for inspection is to be considered hostile and engaged immediately. Imperial SDS and Aerospace assets are likewise to ensure that no non-Gholgothian aircraft approaches Azura territory. Lastly, all Ebon-Level installations and Imperial Intelligence assets are to be at full alert.

Emperor Nerys XV


Ebon Base Aleph-1
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In a darkened control room, eyes peered over displays more ancient then most Naacalian cities. They were looking for any signs that some non-conventional deleivery system was used to deliver the nuclear strikes on Azura.

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Wewtlandem
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Postby Wewtlandem » Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:04 pm

Sea Sector Fifteen, Nearing International Waters
Major Trent Porter and Other Personnel
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The ships were riding through the night, but all of the decks were devoid of human life. The men were long since in quarters. They had been granted a long rest period, somewhere around 90 hours of rest before they would be even close to nearing the target, and be ready to distribute the aide. Wewt satellites that had been orbiting around the planet at the time, had managed to snap a few pictures, and even from space, the place looked like a Hell hole. Major Porter had sighed as the pictures were faxed to him while on the ship, and he began to look over them. A few of the mushroom clouds had been captured, dancing across the sky, and into the air, seemingly reaching their sickly fingers toward the satellite.

Now, he sat up in his personal quarters, still pouring over the photos. He could not see the true extent of the damage, and knew that could only be assessed as soon as they got in range of their scout planes, and could get high resolution pictures of the landscape. Several of the planes had been specially fitted to read the atmosphere above New Azura with radio active monitors, some of the newest systems having been discovered in Wewtlandem. The men on the ship were all sound asleep, and only one porthole showed a glint of light, but the fleet was not concerned about giving up their position. They were on a humanitarian mission, with flags to prove so raised on their masts, who would attack them?

As he looked over the last photo, and saw the mushroom clouds dissipate in the sky, he placed the photos on his bunk side table, and stood from his bunk. He walked over to the light switch, and flicked it down, and then he was engulfed in darkness. He felt his way back to his bunk, silently thanking God that he did not have to go through the unnecessary pain of stubbing his toe on a misplaced piece of furniture. He plummeted down onto his bunk, just now truly realizing how tired he was. He placed his head down on the thin military issue pillow, and within the same moment, his eyes were closed, and he drifted off into a deep, yet worried, sleep.

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Altimaea
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Postby Altimaea » Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:47 pm

"Bravo-23, this is AWACS Charlie Charlie Alpha, have you seen any survivors?"
"Charlie Charlie Alpha, this is Bravo-23, were passing over the city now, we should have the whole city swept in about 15 minutes. Activating biosensors now." The Pilot of Bravo-23 flipped tapped the touch display and a blue rings began emanating around his aircraft on his top-down radar display.

"Tellman, I'm transfering this to you, mark the location of pings. Apparently were going to be running supply drops for survivors in the capital." Lieutenant Bradshaw said with another tap of the LCD
"Roger that." Tellman responded as he brought the feed onto his display.

Outside the sleek surveillance aircraft aircraft the radioactive wind howled against the aircraft. Finally three pings showed up followed by a few more. Officer Tellman had just marked the coordinates when suddenly there was a large group of pings close together at the edge of the scanner range.

"Change course to bearing 225, looks like we hit the jackpot." The plane banked slowly left thenn straightened out and reduced speed.
"Alright drop message/marker canister on my mark...3...2...1.....mark!" Bradshaw said. The canister dropped free from the plane and arced towards the ground. Bradshaw glanced out of the canopy at the ground to see several people running towards cover. Shit they proably think they are geting bombed again. He thought. The pilot looped the plane around and as he passed over them he waved and dipped his wing. The people by now had noticed it wasn't a bomb and the few who weren't opening the canister up waved back with, surprisingly, a smile on their face.
That made Bradshaw feel strangely content.
"Charlie Charlie Alpha this is Bravo-23, we have a big group of survivors, coordinates relaying to you now." Officer Tellman said as he punched in the numbers.
"Copy, supply drop is already inbound."
"I'm curious, whats the rad reading?" Bradshaw asked
"Mmm, 'bout 50." Officer Tellman said flatly.
"Shit." Bradshaw sighed as he banked towards the rest of the flattened city. The black plane was silhouetted against the dark clouds of radiation that seemed to isolate the capital in its own little bubble.
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Postby Solm » Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:20 pm

Inside The Vian, Presidential Private Quarters, Corvian, Solm



The man was resting comfortably on his chair. The reddish couch standing proud in front of him. His desk, which famously outlasted the horrible fires of 1692, that tortured the Presidential residence, the only piece of furniture left standing was the Presidential desk. The wife of said President rescued this magnificent piece of art, still standing firm after its creation in the early 17th Century by a famous artisan: Sir. Alexander Lan Heinsburgh.

The President stared at the desk, memories of his early school days flashed before his eyes, his valiant teacher stating the story in his story-like voice, bouncing high into the octave and then lowering suddenly. But, his mind quickly passed from this memory and moved on to the scenery of his private office. The walls were lined with bookcases, hundreds of huge, aged, but no dust found near the books, as they were often used by the President himself. The room was a semi-circle. A straight wall stood behind the president and the rest curved around until it met the other edge of the straight wall. The desk stood at one end, while a couch, a table, and two padded chairs stood in between the President and the bookshelves. The door was concealed by a glassed bookshelf, however, the handle prominently positioned and in the sight of the President.

He had just finished an address to Congress and was now relaxing and reflecting on his important words that spewed out of him in a spontaneous flurry of strength. He took off his signature hat, laid it down on his desk neatly, papers, however, being shoved out of the way to make room. He unfastened his jacket's buttons, uncovering his skinny handmade tie. John positioned himself in a relaxing position while losing his usual straight posture.

His hands rested and fidgeted on the ends of the chair and he let his eyes close for a minute. Presidential duties escaping his mind as he slowly opened his eyes, his hands moving on his smooth desk surface. Mr. Hunt took the rare relaxing time and moved his legs higher in the air, as he dusted off his feet and let them rest on the side of his desk.

His thought was interrupted violently when the hidden door flared open. A hidden light, that the President didn't even know existed bursted into life simultaneously with the door. An armed man, carrying an assault rifle, the President noted, burst into the room, performing clearing measures then three other armed men followed, doing the same maneuvers when a man dressed in similar armor and weaponry, except holding a pistol in hand, and rifle in back instead. The President recognized him, and stood up suddenly, his chair being loudly shoved backwards.

"Mr. President! We have to move you now!" said the man holding the pistol, whom was the Top Presidential Guard, dedicated to ensuring the President's life.

"What?" stumbled out of the President, as the pulsating red light shown on his face in intervals of mere seconds.

"No time for questions, follow me now!" replied the guard.

The President moved swiftly, following his friend out of his chambers, the armed men followed, while a huge metal wall flew from the ceiling sealing the office. The President eyed the organized chaos of the hallways, armed guards, usually in packs of three, moved down each hallway, securing each room as they went. The President realized the severity of the situation and followed his friend as more armored guards followed them through the extensive labyrinth of hallways towards the secured elevator were eight guards carrying huge guns stood at the ready.

The doors opened with quick precision, and the elevator was filled with guards, a general, and the President himself. The elevator shut with a vehement resistance and with haste it began to lower the troop farther and farther in the ground. It didn't stop, just kept on going, way past the levels listed lonely on the control panel. Farther then the General would expect it to go down, it opened its wide doors, revealing small room, a Garde troop moved around the small room speedily.

The doors closed when everyone exited the elevator, and then went halfway between the floor it started at, and the ground, only enabled to move farther up with a key insertion at the bottom level. The President was ushered towards the huge door in the small room, resembling a bank vault, reinforced a hundred times, the Presidential Guard informed the President that only one of the most powerful missiles would have to be launched at the door to have it be opened. Although the words were inflated, but not by much.

The President and his crew were quickly ushered in and the huge door very slowly, shut with a loud pound. The doors revealed a hallway and the President, knowing now what was happening pranced down and made a quick turn to the right and another fast one to the left, his procession following closely behind. The room was alighted with action, and the President opened up the door, with an optical and finger confirmation, and entered the bullet-proof room.

He was greeted once again by his top guard, and explained the situation.

"Sir," he began, "Protocol Zulu Omega is being carried out at this moment, New Azura was the target, we have reason to believe that a similar attack may happen in Solm, we have therefore issued all protection as stated in the Protocol and prepared for the possibility, although it will most likely never occur.

The President took a minute to survey the room before responding, men and woman were staring into computer screens and a General stood at a table talking to multiple men, armed guards stood as a perimeter to the room. But, he finally responded, "Azura? Who ever is the culprit must be massive, but we need to get aid to our ally immediately. Contact the Solmian Major General in the Azura Foreign Legion, make sure he is alive, and see how many troops he has at his command. I want long-range evac's in the air from our closest take-off location heading towards Azura, Immediately!"

"Right away, Sir!" responded the man, who motioned with his hand to observer who moved away and went to a busy work. The President was ushered to sit, and a briefcase was put on the table. The President entered the code to open it, the twenty-four digit code he had to commit to memory. The briefcase's top layer opened, revealing three scanners, he put his face towards it, and a blue rectangle light scanned him, he then put his hand on the translucent surface, a conscious heartbeat was detected and the hand and finger prints were approved.

The entire briefcase was then opened, revealing a computer. The screen was alighted with a global image of the world. He typed in some words, and an authorization image popped up, it preceded to initiate a call, the President stiffed his back and said, "This is President John Hunt, General, code Niner Alpha Omega Delta."

A hesitation was heard than vehement movements, "Yes, Sir! Authorization Code Please."

"Sierra Lima Tango Uniform Whiskey Echo Juliet Kilo Bravo: Juliet Oscar Hotel November, Hotel Uniform November Tango, over."

"Authorization Accepted, may god help you," said the General whom then hanged up.

The President stared at the screen, the pop-up disappeared and the map resumed its prominent position. "As soon as you discover the perpetrator, I need to know right away," John said.

A small chorus of 'yes, sir!'s was heard around the room and then they went back to work. The General came up to him, eyeing the nuclear control panel in charge of all of Solm's nuclear weapons, "Gholgoth has issued a blockade surrounding Azura, they have made a warning that they will let no one through."

"Make diplomatic calls to their nations in the lead of the blockade, try to persuade them to let us through," said the President. "Also patch me into any communication satellites in range of Azura."

"Yes, Sir!" replied the General as he hastily moved towards a control panel, entered values, stared at a screen, and then returned to the President, here you go, we will broadcast it to all frequencies surrounding Azura. Any sirens that are still able after the blast, and able to produce your words, will also be broadcasted."

The President hit the button on the tri-speaker and began to give his informal speech, "Citizens of New Azura, We are the Republik of Solm, you are not alone, please remain calm and seek shelter immediately, if you are able to broadcast your location please do so immediately so we will be able to assist you. Our aid will not be able to arrive immediately, but know that help is coming. Azura, you are strong, it is now the time to show your strength, please seek shelter, find safety, know that many things will be contaminated. This is President John Hunt of the Republik of Solm, Good Luck Azura, know that you are strong!"

He ended the speech, pressed the small rectangle red button. An advisor smiled nicely, letting the President know that it was a good speech. He nodded back, staring into oblivion as he yelled to a man to reach the Admiral, he wanted a troop of aid vehicles into Azura as soon as possible. The President looked away, towards a screen, satellite footage of different explosions throughout Azura was being viewed, it was a horrible sight. The familiar mushroom clouds bloomed into life. The President swore under his breath and looked away.
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Postby LOVE DOG » Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:10 pm

Highly encrypted…

TO: The Gothic Lords
FROM: His Royal Badass, His Royal Alpha Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, the Emperor of the United Dominion
SUBJECT: New Azura

What a crappy day to wake up on, I bet you all wish it never happened. But it did. And it happened on your watch. On my watch. A brother state of the United Dominion has been nearly taken from this God forsaken world. New Azura for those who do not know, is a proud member…a proud brother states of both the Conglomerate and the Brotherhood of the Wolf. Two things I have had my hand in on forming. Neither one is an alliance, they are both brotherhood in line with how your own region is set up.

To make this short, I’ll get down to what this message is truly about. Within the aftermath of the nuclear holocaust of New Azura, they need supplies and other things to help rebuild the nation. We need to rebuild our fallen brother.

So, this will be a strange thing for me as I don’t really ask for permission to do thing. Gothic Lords, I as the Emperor of the United Dominion asked for permission as a brother of the damaged nation of New Azura to enter Gothic waterways and airsways with ships and planes to aid a fallen brother. To rebuild and defend a fallen brother.

So what do have to say about it, Gothic Lords?


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His Royal Badass, His Royal Alpha Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, the Emperor of the United Dominion
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Postby Jenrak » Fri Sep 17, 2010 8:35 am

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To what remains of Azuran civilized government,
And to the Gothic Lords that reside in that area,

It is with a sense of regret that I, as kin of the Amalgamate and kin to the Azurans, find that such things are unfortunate to behold the catastrophe that is the the widespread destruction that plagued the Azuran Empire. In this unfortunate light, I will be calling the mobilisation of all relief forces that may be within the hold of the Conglomerate as well as assistance from a bevy of units, such as PharmCorp, the Eagle Financial Hold, Xzaerom and Ava to provide assistance in restructuring and rebuilding the Azurans ground up.

While it would be best that the Azurans are left to the vicinity and safety of their Gothic neighbors, recent turbulence among Gothic lords have been somewhat uneasy, therefore any Azurans wishing refuge may seek to do so within the Conglomerate held city of Sanctuary in Azhukali or any state of the Amalgamate.

Optimally, our intent is to send relief forces and control forces to New Azura, since as Conglomerate members, we understand our brethren better than anyone else - longer have they been active as Conglomerate brethren than they have been active on the Gholgoth scene, I would wager, and therefore, it is our expertise in understanding that we suggest the Gothic nations allow us to lend our assistance in this matter. While Gholgoth has a pride of their own, I would implore dearly that this is not the place for war or bitter trifles and disagreements - the longer that Azurans suffer, the more die and another life is lost.

We must, at any cost, prevent the loss of Azuran life. I will allow the screening of Conglomerate vessels so that the Gothic Lords may be at ease as to what our shipments will be, and in return, I hope that the Goths will allow us to sail unaffected to New Azura to allow us to help our kin.

Regards,

Denise Territurari,
Acting Azhuj of Nakros Rephalim,
Amalgamate Representative of the Conglomerate,
Servant of the Most Beautiful.

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Postby Ekraysia » Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:33 am

(OOC: Bit behind, I know. Crap post)

Imperial Supreme General Command
Shan Cheng
Ekraysia

02:37


Imperial Supreme General Command in Shan Cheng, the Ekraysian capital, was now in a state of unconditional panic. As an honourable and fellow nation of Gholgoth, Ekraysia followed Gothic protocols, and at this moment, emergency messages with what the defensive structure of the Imperial Ekraysian Strategic Force Rocket Troops had detected in a few fleeting moments and requests for suggested courses of action had been sent in triplicate to every other head of state, head of government and head of the military in Gholgoth. The Prime Minister had been informed and was on his way by military helicopter; the Emperor was already here.

Already, a map of Azura was up on the wall. Blast yields were represented by thick-outline red circles. The complex had been locked down and Ekraysia was looking to prepare for an imminent nuclear attack. Since no-one knew what was going on, fighter patrols had already been scrambled across the whole country. All major warships, especially SSBNs, that were not already at sea or not able to deploy were being scrambled. The cat was out of the bag, at least; General Mobilisation had been declared within minutes of the attacks, that the flat wall screen in the supreme headquarters building was estimating around 8 billion dead already. The Ekraysian Military and Defence Constitution had been put into play, and immediately crucial enterprises towards a war effort were now under official state control. Nineteen and a quarter million troops across the country were being mobilised, the entire armed forces, and the air- and land-based nuclear missile silos of the Strategic Force on general alert.

Condition Red.
The Mandate of General Defence.
Total War, and Ekraysia did not know who it was fighting.

None had ever been used before. Now, though, things were different. Their brothers and sisters of this great region had been attacked, and Gholgoth, Ekraysia and its allies, would strike down with supreme vengeance. Contingency plans had been activated; already, the Emperor himself had negotiated with allied heads of state by secure emergency telephone lines. Hundreds of millions of troops across the region would have to step in. Even if Azura was dead, they had to ensure its sovereignity, and there may be survivors.
Until then, though, all the nation could do was wait for the civilian economy to lose a third its value and general mobilisation to take place.
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Postby Wewtlandem » Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:22 pm

International Waters
Major Trent Porter and Other Important Personnel
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During the night, when all of the men had been asleep, the ships had entered international waters. They had been steaming well through the night, and still when Major Trent Porter awoke. It was about three in the afternoon, all of the other men were asleep, having been given their rest hours, and were using them well. Trent quickly pulled a pair of green fatigues over his body, coveralls, which were standard issue for lounging around, and walked down the long hallway, passing the steel bulkheads. He lowered his head as he walked into the mess hall, as to not bang his head on the top of the door frame. He walked into the mess hall, and asked the chef to make him up a cup of coffee and some hardtack. All the large man did was grunt in reply, and walk to a back room, and left sight.

Trent was alone once again, as he had felt the whole time since this ordeal had began. He was usually and upbeat and happy man, but now, for some reason, he felt distanced from everyone else, like he was missing something. He knew just what that feeling was, and he knew why he felt it. He had not told his men what the mission was about, and he knew that if they knew, they would most certainly have misgivings about why they were on the mission. He felt as if it was his obligation, since the beginning of his career, to keep his men informed, and to keep them high spirited. They were already in high spirits, but should they know what the real mission was, they may be a little less inclined to be on the ship.

Missile Defense Command, Greater Truno, Wewtlandem
Missile Defense Command, under charge of Brigadier General Brody Collins
Classified as TOP SECRET


Brigadier Brody wiped a small bit of water that had bounced from his water bottle onto his cheek from his face. Most would have considered it sweat, but they did not know the state of Missile Defense Command. The facility was one hundred feet underground, and kept at a cool and crisp seventy one degrees at all times, to give the people in control of the nations defense a comfortable environment to work in. Brody was standing at the top of the stairs that lead from his glass enclosed office down to the main hub of the Defense Command center. From the outside, no one could see into the office, as the glass was heavily tinted, but from the inside, he could see all that happened down in the pit.

The people in the pit were still bustling around since the declaration of activity in the Defense Command. They had been busy since the beginning of the incident, and were running from monitor to monitor, looking over the state of the missile silos that were to launch the anti-ICBM missiles, to make sure they were always at the ready. These people were a set of fresh faces, as the officers who were originally involved in the incident had been given twelve hours leave for whatever they wished, but they had to remain on base in order to be called back at any time they were needed. These officers were fresh, while the General had only had four hours of sleep since the incident started, which was more than the King...

Royal Palace, Wewtalongrea, Wewtlandem
King Hank Hill
Classified as TOP SECRET


The King let out a long sigh, lowering his head onto the pillow, and his eyes were closed within the same instant. He had been awake since the whole NA incident had began, and he was exhausted, and was now prepared for his well deserved rest, about twelve hours of it. He would get this, and then be up again, substituting for the man he had subbed in for himself, and would keep doing so every twelve hours. Duke Jeff Boomhauer was a very competent man, and he would have an excellent oversight of the situation. But, should the need arrive that someone as high ranking in government as the King was needed, then he could easily be awoke and brought to be briefed on the situation by the Duke.

As of now, the King finally got his rest. His wife was in the bed next to him, sleeping blissfully, as she had also been awake since the whole ordeal began, and, on par with the King, she gave her wise insight on the situation to all involved in making any sort of decision. The Royal Bed Chamber had two guards outside the door, which was at the end of a long hallway with no other doors. There were two other guards at the other door, on the same hallway, and two more guards directly on the other side of the door. The Royal Family was well protected in Wewtlandem, even when the threat matrix was considered low, even though right now, it was at a moderate level.

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New Azura
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Postby New Azura » Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:26 pm

Pandæmonium
Flagship HNV Azura Dawn CVX-77
Captain Alain Pearson, Commanding
Friday, September 17th, 2012 - 3:15 PM

Ehren Konica was dead.
There had been no way for the military to reach the Chancellor in his hideaway before the attack began, rendering him a molding pile of ash in some distant mountain valley. The General Assembly, the Joint Chiefs, the Cabinet Ministers... all had been lost in the atomic holocaust. New Azura, for the first time in a millennium, was without a central government. The throne of Capodimonte, the monuments, the treasure cities... all were gone.
Captain Alain Pearson, the only female commandant in the entirety of the Overseas Command, could only bow her head in silence at the devastation that lie before them. The Azura Dawn was her ship, and was the ship that OCOM had decided to send out as the flagship for the Azuran return. The mission, albeit a relatively mundane one in the scope of the massive reconstruction efforts that lie ahead, was an incredible source of morale for the survivors of the nuclear fallout. To see law and order returning to a land that had surely been gripped by chaos... it was a mission that all of them would be proud of partaking in.
Alain smiled, feeling the warmth of her patriotism inside. Because the risk of fallout contamination was substantial, Alain had received the surprising honor to defer the assignment to someone else. Part of the danger of returning so soon to the Azuran mainland was that the risk of radiation sickness was far greater than the risk of being murder balled by angry mobs of starving, sickened civilians.
Yet she had weighed the options, and after a careful deliberation with her subordinates, she had decided to damn the consequences and sail for home. Never mind the fact that she'd been born in Cape Marguerite, and had never even seen the terrestrial Azuran homeland before. Being a colonial import, she had been one of the rare ones to receive on-the-job training during the scuffles with Berchtesgarden and Narvaez. She'd managed to avoid the homeland, and now she was sorely upset because of it. She'd always wanted to see the Arc of Remembrance, the Trulant d'Fier, the Courvelana Museum... Now they were gone, and there was Hell to pay.
The Azura Dawn would lead about 200,000 troops and thirty capital ships in to Cape McMahon, presuming no problem would be confronted when the Gothic Blockade approached. There had also been word that the Brewdomians were sending in a Carrier Group to look for dead Brewdomians troops. Of which none were supposed to exist.
Down girl! Down...
Alain eased herself to the railing of the observation deck, looking out at the crystal clear waters surrounding them. In an hour, their ship would officially enter Gothic waters. In another twelve, what remained of New Azura would be visible on the horizon. She steeled herself, reminding her subconscious that there was still work to be done.
It was time to go home.
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Postby New Azura » Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:57 pm

<<System Reboot In Progress>>

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<<System Restart Complete - Do You Wish to Continue?>>

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<<System Operating Within Normal Parameters>>

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<<Insert Password Now>>

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+_Command Insert Interface_+

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ACCESS GRANTED

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<<BEGIN TRANSMISSION>>

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<<This is Khol Fire, broadcasting on a frequency of 177.959FA MHz in Randlemann. I have an updated atmosphere report for any who are listening. The current fallout reports from Randlemann indicate that we're still receiving around forty-three rads per hour, with higher totals expected the further west and north you go. We would have liked to have seen those numbers drop in the past several hours, but no luck so far. We'll have to continue to hope for the best, brothers and sisters trapped out there in "Pandæmonium"!

We've been receiving scattered reports from survivors traveling in the ruins about roving packs of malicious hunters who have taken to attacking anyone they can find. Whether it's the delusional side effects of advanced radiation sickness or paranoia, travelers trying to find refuge outside of Friedrich and Oak Hill should take care to watch where they're heading. Also, the incredible levels of radioactive fallout in the Queensbury region are making habitation there impossible. You should try and move south, not north, because the fallout will only get worse from there.

Of course, those of you with high-end radio receivers may have picked up on the big broadcast last night from Fort Doe in Cullowhee. If you haven't heard the news, then you're in for a treat, Azura! The Overseas Military Command survived the attack unscathed, which means we have our men and women in uniform coming home to take care of business! That's right! We have assistance on the way from our very own, which means that the attacks were probably limited in scope. We have also continued to hear radio reports from the outside world, highlighting our neighbors' attempts to keep us safe here while we begin to rebuild. All in all, a rescue operation is well underway: be patient, and keep the faith!

Good night, and God Bless, Azura!>>

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<<END TRANSMISSION>>

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<<TRANSMISSION TERMINATED / LINK CLOSED>>

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<<GOODBYE!>>
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Postby The Naacal » Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:00 pm

Defense Station Xedi-Ain 14
Northern Naacal


"Alright everybody move their asses!" shouted Colonel M'ralyth of the 109th Decontamination Battalion. "Get your gear loaded, this is a full nuke-out here! Rad suits and other protective gear for everyone! Don't put much faith in that 'Naacalians are more resistant to radiation' pigshit... Yeah that's true, but there's more then enough rads there to cook your ass." The 109th was the best radiological decontamination unit in the Empire. Accompanying them would be the 110th and 112th Battalions, also forming up were the 217th and 140th Military Police Regiments, as chaos would be inevitable in the aftermath of such a horrific attack.

The troops were loading decontamination gear onto what seemed like an endless sea of trucks. Whole tankers of decontamination agents were being filled from large underground tanks. We built those in case we got hit by...them. He thought to himself. In under an hour, the Battalion was ready. Boarding his Sarath CPV, the Colonel flicked his TacComm. "Move out!" he said into the mic. The Battalions started moving out, the collumn of trucks and APC's moving towards the border. They would rendezvous inside Azura with helicopters bringing the medical teams. Doctors, Nurses, and EMT's from all over the Naacal land were mobilizing. Helicopters would take the first teams in, convoys of ambulances and emergency vehicles would follow.

As the units moved out, others began forming up. It had been decided to set up decontamination stations and refugee camps at the border crossings, in case refugees wanted to leave their devastated land.

Sea Fortress Anais Midnight
Central Fleet, Eastern Blockade Force


"In Enrial's Name what a nightmare..." Fleet Admiral Nalreth whispered as he looked at the strategic display in the CIC. "Not quite the Judgment War... but damned close enough." The display showed views relayed from SDS of the devastation in Azura. Blast yields, estimated burst heights, fallout patterns...and estimated casualties were all listed in a technicolor portrait of mass death.

A CPO came up to the Fleet Admiral and saluted, handing Nalreth a fax sheet. Nalreth began to read it. After finishing he quickly said to the Comms Officer "Get me SatCom to these coordinates" as he showed the officer the fax sheet. A short time later the Comms Officer nodded and said "Uplink complete, Admiral." Nalreth then began to speak.

"This is Fleet Admiral Nalreth, CinC Imperial Navy of the Mu Empire of the Naacal to approaching Azuran fleet. We offer our condolences to all those who have lost loved ones in the nuclear attack. If there is any logistical assistance you require, let us know. We and all of Gholgoth stand ready to render assitance to your people in their hour of catastrophe. May the blessings of the First Triune be upon you. Nalreth, CinC Naacalian Fleet, Over and Out."

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Postby Wewtlandem » Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:22 pm

International Waters
Major Trent Porter and Other Important Personnel
Classified as TOP SECRET


Trent leaned back in his chair, sipping from a cup of coffee, which was fucking nasty. He had known that military coffee was disgusting from the moment he tasted it for the first time, but it was the only coffee available. At least the biscuits and gravy that he had gotten with the coffee was good. He had seen a few men walk into the mess hall as he waited for his food, and place their orders in to the chef. This was one great thing about being in the most elite units in Wewtlandem, they were able to pretty much get any kind of food they wanted. Of course, they still couldn't get any good coffee for the life of them, special unit or not.

He had a few of the men sitting around him now, all dressed in the same green fatigues as him, and all with their hair tousled and sleep still in their eyes. On times where the men received a large amount of rest time, most normal rules of grooming and other things did not apply, of course showers were still mandatory, they couldn't have all of the men stinking up the boat. As soon as he took the last bite out of his biscuits, he took the plate over to the dish deposit, and threw it in there, grabbing his coffee as he walked back by the table, and walking back out into the hallway, and towards the long flight of steps that lead up to the main deck.

As Trent walked up the stairs, he could hear the echoes of the men playing in the long hallways, and in the rec rooms where they played cards and dominoes. He laughed as he heard an expletive yelled overly loud, and it echoed throughout the halls, which was met with a round of laughter and jabs of fun at the man. As he reached the final step, he opened the heavy door that led onto the deck, blinking from the sudden change of artificial light to real sunlight. He let loose a flurry of small blinks, and finally emerged fully onto the deck, letting the door leading to the hallway slam shut behind him. It was a flawless morning out, with the sun shining down on the deck.

The sun was a beautiful ball of orange and yellow, moving across a pale blue canvas. There were a few white fluffs of cloud stretching across the sky, adding more character to the look of the sky. Trent sighed, smiling for the first time in days as he saw a sky that reminded him of the beautiful weather of Wewtlandem. The smile quickly faded from his face as the radio he always wore at his belt beeped to laugh, and the Captain of the ships small voice flared over it, as it was turned up all the way. He quickly brought the radio to his lips, asking the Captain to repeat what he had just said, hoping to actually hear him this time.

" We are approaching Gholgoth territorial waters. We should arrive to the destination in the next two days. "

Trent sighed, knowing that this meant that his men would soon have to be informed of their real mission, as the HAZMAT suits would have to be broken out. He knew that before they even made it near the NA, the planes would be in the air reading the radiation levels in the atmosphere, and hopefully bringing good news back to the scientists on the other ship. He knew that no matter what, any sign of radiation would not be good news, but the HAZMAT suits were extremely powerful, and would be able to hold off much, if not all, of the radiation that the men would face. If they were to get sick, it would be very minor, and they would be able to recover easily in the ships medical bay.

Trent let out another sigh as he took a last look at the sun, and then walked back down into the artificial light of the hallway, hearing the large door once more slam behind him....

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Postby Castleclose » Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:02 pm

Closaid NFT 3278,
International Waters


"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your Captain speaking. We are 2 hours away from Gologth territory. Once there were going to take a North-Eastern approach bringing us between The Master M and Novacom. Also Dr. Clunes if you could make your way to the comms officer desk we are starting to pick up some radio chatter that might interest you." Dr. Clunes roused himself out of his seat and climbed up the ladder to the comms room. "You said you had some chatter?" The comms operator on duty handed him a set of earphones.

After listening to the various broadcasts Dr. Clunes swore. "The radiation levels are still staying high which is annoying. Luckily were where going around Exetor is getting more hospitable. Your going to want to get a message to Maj. Hera that she can start to expect some form of bandit activity." The comms officer nodded as he copied down the message "Can I borrow that mic? Thank you." He flicked the switch to broadcast to the navigators office "This is the Doctor any idea how much longer we have until we hit Azurian territorial waters?" "Roughly 27 hours sir." "Thank you" he said down the mic as he handed it back to the Comms officer. He climbed back down the ladder and into his seat where he proceeded to go to sleep knowing it might be the last half decent sleep he was going to get for a while.
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New Azura
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Postby New Azura » Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:55 pm

An Official Communiqué of the
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New Azura Restoration Government
From the Hand of General Steven A. Harwell, Honourable Military of New Azura


To: Nations of the World, Open Channel
From: Azuran Military Central Command
Subj: Rebuilding of the Azuran Mainland

To Our Honored Recipients:

The Poinsettia Colours, the former flag of our glorious homeland, flies once more as a symbol of our connection to the past. Yet it flies inverted today, and shall for the foreseeable future. Gone are the days when New Azura was considered a superpower in the eyes of the world; yet they shall not soon be forgotten, nor shall we endeavor to do any less than restore our great nation to its former glory. Our cities can be rebuilt; our borders, expanded. Our treasuries can be recovered, and our military can once more restore order. Yet it is up the individual faith of each and every Azuran to help pull us through this crisis of conscience. We will not tire in our reconstruction, and will not falter in our movement towards the future. This will be our glorious second coming, when the Great Azuran Nation will lead the way in clean energy technologies, revitalized economic and industrial technologies, and an educational system that will be the envy of the world.
Our Gothic neighbors have sacrificed much in the early hours of our crisis, and we are most welcome for their hospitality, their compassion, and their camaraderie. Truly, we are blessed to have such endearing allies on the world stage, to have taken such a keen interest in helping us back on our feet. To wit, the Azuran People will one day endeavor to repay the act with a solemn promise: to help contribute positively and effectively to the reputation and the respect of the Gholgoth Region.
We would like to emphasize, however, the need to engage in some housecleaning for a change. Though New Azura humbly accepts the gracious humanitarian aid given to it by the nations of the world, we have begun to notice an alarming trend with which some nations, through communications or inherent actions, have begun to become a cause for concern. Specifically, the Corporate Nexus of Brewdomia have made some troubling inquiries recently regarding personnel that don't seem to exist. Though intentions may be good, our suspicions are raised to an accute level, and you must permit us this vice. In the wake of our nation's annihilation, we are humbly asking the Brewdomian Navy to return to their own territorial waters, for the sake of our restoration efforts. If Brewdomian-flagged vessels continue on their present course, we may be forced to take drastic military action before cooler heads can prevail.
This missive has been noted for posterity in the public logs of the Honourable Military of New Azura on September 17th, 2010.

By the Hand of General Steven A. Harwell, Commanding
Let it Be Done, This the 17th Day of September in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Ten.

General Steven A. Harwell,
Honourable Military of New Azura
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Postby New Azura » Fri Sep 17, 2010 4:13 pm

An Official Communiqué of the
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New Azura Restoration Government
From the Hand of General Steven A. Harwell, Honourable Military of New Azura


To: Nations of the World, Open Channel
From: Azuran Military Central Command
Subj: Rebuilding of the Azuran Mainland

To Our Honored Recipients:

The Honourable Military of New Azura has begun to reinvest in the future of our great nation! With the grateful financial assistance of our regional neighbors, the acting Government of New Azura has begun to pass new legislation that will one day help shape the future of our great nation! These are the initial measures in a long and challenging reconstruction effort that we hope to take to rebuild and restore New Azura to its past glory!

New Azura Federal Recovery Act - P.L. 001-010
New Azura's primary focus will initially rest on the recovery of our people. Indeed, much has been lost in these devastating attacks. However, we have passed Public Law #001-010, the New Azura Federal Recovery Act to assist in the reconstruction efforts. This act will enable the creation of welfare programs for the sick, injured, or critically ill during these difficult times. Money will be allotted to the restoration and resettlement of unaffected territory. This act will allow us to operate soup kitchens, clothing centers, and shelters for those that have been left homeless in the wake of the September attack. This measure will help us begin to rebuild the great Azuran nation.

New Azura Federal Health Services Act - P.L. 011-025
Public Law #011-025, the New Azura Federal Health Services Act, enables us to establish clean and functioning medical facilities to help treat our wounded and sick. In addition, care facilities for the terminally ill and physically and mentally handicapped will be constructed, helping cope with the vast medical needs of our great nation. Medicinal research will be undertaken, and stockpiles of supplies will be gathered for the difficult months ahead. This measure will help us protect the lives which were spared in the devastation.

New Azura Federal Communications Act - P.L. 026-039
Public Law #026-039, the New Azura Federal Communications Act, enables us to reestablish vital communications within the Azuran mainland. Resources will be devoted to the construction of new phone towers for both land-line and wireless usage. Internet providers will be revitalized, giving vital control of cyberspace back to the Azuran people. In addition, we will begin restoring cable and satellite television service to the country, one household at a time.

New Azura Federal Utilities Act - P.L. 040-070
Public Law #040-070, the New Azura Federal Utilities Act, enables us to restore vital components to our nation's infrastructure. With the cold winter quickly approaching, one of our top priorities will be to restore the power and natural gas to our residents. We will spare no expense in ensuring that a new infrastructure is developed, which will help alleviate fears of being exposed to the elements in a harsh Azuran winter. Furthermore, we will explore new desalinization techniques and build new water treatment facilities to ensure that clean water flows to all Azurans.

New Azura Federal Environmental Protection Act - P.L. 071-215
Public Law #071-215, the New Azura Federal Environmental Protection Act, enables us to begin cleaning up the environment following the devastation of the nuclear attacks. With this bill, we will be able to conserve our precious natural resources; explore new and exciting alternative fuels, and ensure for generations to come that our food, drinking water, and breathing air are clean and safe to consume. We will spare no effort to ensure that Azurans are safe in their environment.

New Azura Federal Education Act - P.L. 216-240
Public Law #216-240, the New Azura Federal Education Act, enables us to restore our nation's vital education system. Too often in catastrophes, the children of a nation are overlooked in the recovery efforts. Azuran children will not be left to fend for themselves, for we will dedicate tremendous resources to restoring the public schools system. We shall construct new libraries and museums to foster creativity and learning; new institutions of higher learning to expound upon the promise of future generations, and ensure that our children are given every opportunity not just to succeed, but to flourish.

New Azura Federal Highway Act - P.L. 241-261
Public Law #241-261, the New Azura Federal Highway Act, enables to reconstruct our nation's transportation grid. We will endeavor to build new roads, construct bridges and shore up our nation's transportation grid. We will connect Azurans together through a state-of-the-art highway system that shall be the envy of the world.

New Azura Federal Aviation Act - P.L. 262-315
Public Law #262-315, the New Azura Federal Aviation Act, enables us to help restore our nation's aerospace industry. We will pour our resources into constructing new airports, new facilities, and new hubs with which to help restore transportation, commercial shipping, and eventually tourism. This act authorizes the recreation of a new Federal Oversight Committee, the National Aviation Commission to help monitor our airways and safety regulations to help protect and secure Azura.

New Azura Federal Railway Act - P.L. 316-329
Public Law #316-329, the New Azura Federal Railway Act, enables us to restore our nation's railways and mass transportation systems. Our major urban areas will receive significant upgrades to their subway and light rail networks, while commercial and public train transportation services will be extended to all whom require it. We will also endeavor to repair train yards, depots, and facilities to help better cope with the growing need for rail travel.

New Azura Federal Seaways Act - P.L. 330-370
Public Law #330-370, the New Azura Federal Seaways Act, enables us to build new seaports to help facilitate commercial imports and exports. We will revitalize our nation's economy one step at a time, first by restoring our nation's merchant navy. We will also build new shipping yards and construction facilities to help us meet these goals.

This missive has been noted for posterity in the public logs of the Honourable Military of New Azura on September 17th, 2010.

By the Hand of General Steven A. Harwell, Commanding
Let it Be Done, This the 17th Day of September in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Ten.

General Steven A. Harwell,
Honourable Military of New Azura
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Postby Wewtlandem » Fri Sep 17, 2010 4:55 pm

Missile Defense Command Center, Greater Truno, Wewtlandem
General Brody Collins
Classified as TOP SECRET


Brody had walked down into the pit, and stood amongst the commotion of the room, letting it all sink into himself. The personnel in the bunker had finally worked into a routine, and all things were running smoothly. The keys that had been inserted into the slots earlier to activate the anti-ICBM system were still dangling from the same starters, not to be touched but by the officers who inserted them, and not until the crisis was over. The General had not gotten new news on the situation in over fifteen hours, and he was starting to wonder how things looked on the flip side, little did he know, that it was even more hectic above then it was in his little world.

As he sighed, and began to take labored steps up the set of stairs that led to his office, before turning around, and scouting out his second in command with his eyes. He waved him over, and told him to take command, as he was going to take a short nap, in order to still be able to function as a good commander. The man saluted, and before walking back into the chaos, he was told to rouse the commander only in a case of emergency, and he then saluted one more time, and then walked into the hectic storm that was Missile Defense Command. The general walked the rest of the way up the steps, and laid down in the little cot he had set up by the door. He hit the coarse material the cot was made of, and fell asleep in the same instant.

New Azura Situation Monitoring Station, Wewtalongrea, Wewtlandem
Duke Jeff Boomhauer
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The Duke stood overlooking the latest reports from the de facto government of the NA situation, or that was what they were acting as. He smiled at how resilient the people of this brave nation were, and he sighed, remembering that this was not much unlike the Revolution in Wewtlandem. The situation had not been near as deadly, but it had been equally as treacherous and perilous for the people. The Duke then began to look at some of the monitoring screen in his private tent, which was not air conditioned and air tight, to keep the cool temperate air inside of the tents. He furrowed his brow as he looked over the Fleet charts, which showed the current position of the Wewt Relief Fleet. He was wondering why they were taking the course they were taking, then he realized why they were cutting it so close to pirate territory, they wanted to reach NA as quickly as possible.

The situation with NA was worrying all of the personnel high enough in the government and military to know about it. The tent city had been constructed far into the Palace Grounds, which were a sprawling and beautiful grounds, and so far deep set, that it would be impossible for the human eye to site the out of place tents. Civilian aircraft were not allowed to fly over the Royal Palace, as it was illegal and they would be shot down, so there was no chance of seeing these tents, and wondering why they were there. The government wanted to keep the aide effort a secret until they managed to deliver their aide, and then declare the mission a great success.

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Postby New Azura » Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:10 pm

Pandæmonium
HAM Radio Center "Khol Fire" in Randlemann
Central Azura Emergency Reporting Station 4
Friday, September 17th, 2012 - 11:15 PM AST

For once in his life, James Vida was ready to call it a day.
The aging HAM radio operator had been going at it since Wednesday evening without a break - going on fifty plus hours. Beyond the barely eating, the no sleeping, and the constant movement back and forth through the exposed walkways of the building's exterior... it was a wonder he hadn't kicked the bucket already.
Still, there was work to be done yet before he could rest. The people caught outside in the Hellish realities of Pandæmonium needed hope, and he was the only HAM Radio operator in two hundred miles to give it to them. When he'd happened across stray radio broadcasts, he'd attempted to patch together whatever information he could into a coherent broadcast. Hell, he still had no way of knowing if anyone was actually hearing his broadcasts or not. Still, he had to try and reach someone... anyone, really. It was all that he could do.
I just wish that I didn't feel so ill...
Even as he thought it, Jim reached for his garbage pail, unable to keep his ham sandwich down from earlier. It had been the first time that he'd eaten anything solid since Wednesday at lunch - no wonder he couldn't keep it down! Jim wiped the traces of blood from the corner of his mouth, indifferent to the nauseating pain that his stomach was causing him. Jim rubbed at tired, aching eyes, desperately trying to get his next atmosphere report ready. He hadn't received any visitors since the entire outbreak, and the loneliness was starting to wear him down.
I'm still here, Jimmy.
Longingly, Jimmy looked to his right, staring into the mesmerizing green eyes of his lovely wife. "That you are, beautiful," Jim softly spoke, smiling at her. Shauna had been so supportive of his endeavors, all the while mindfully watching out for him - keeping him focused.
"I guess I need to get ready for the broadcast, hm?" Jim laughed, wiping his eyes on his dirty shirt sleeve one last time. Shauna simply smiled at him, as she always did. Jim silently chided himself for letting his workstation get so dirty; it wasn't right to allow so much filth into the room.
"Alright, dear, let's see if she'll boot up for me one more time." Jim flipped the control override switch on his radio console, watching enthusiastically as the system slowly booted itself up. He'd been forced to kill it for several hours each evening because of the lack of fuel. Between trips back and forth to the Geiger counter set-up near the water pump outside, he'd been slap worn out. The system continued its boot-up, prompting Jim to begin daydreaming.
Shortly after Jim and Shauna had gotten married, the two of them had driven as far south as they could. They'd made it to Big Bend near Brookshire before they'd run out of gas. Shauna's father was on the hunt, trying to beat the ever-loving crap out of Jim for having eloped with his only daughter. They'd been forced to hitchhike all the way back home, trying to think of a reason that would keep Mr. Weathers from showing up at the bus station in Randlemann with a twelve gauge.
That was a fun trip, wasn't it Jimmy?
"Ah, yes. Yes, it was honey." Jim replied. The two of them had never again left Randlemann - they didn't really need to. In fifty some odd years of marriage, their travels had never taken them further than the old dried up creek bed outside of town. Yet even in those exhilarating walks, the two of them had been able to share the world with one another. A trip to Rickard's Drug for a root beer float was more valuable to him than all the riches in the world.
"I love you, Shauna. Thank you for always standing beside me," Jim said eloquently, choking back tears. Shauna's green eyes pierced through him, reminding him of the lifetime of memories the two of them had shared.
I love you too, Jimmy.
Without any fear or hesitation, Jimmy turned back to the radio console, confident in his wife's love, if it was all that he had left. With a flip of the relay switch, a burst of static popped through Jim's microphone receiver, signaling the system's cooperation. Without hesitation, Jim began to report...


<<This is Khol Fire, broadcasting on a frequency of 177.959FA MHz in Randlemann. I have an updated atmosphere report for any who are listening. The current fallout reports from Randlemann indicate that we're holding steady at twenty-nine rads per hour, a significant drop from earlier this morning. Hopefully, those numbers will continue to drop in the coming days. That's good news for our brothers and sisters trapped out there in "Pandæmonium"!

There's been a couple of jets flying over here recently. We can't say for sure, but they may be Azuran F/A-25s from one of our air craft carriers. You never know, right? We've had more reports about aid stations being established by the Red Cross throughout the country. Hopefully, if you're hearing the sound of my voice, you've managed to find shelter from the fallout. Let me tell you, things are still pretty nasty outside, and it would be best if you bundle up and sit tight. Hopefully, help will be here any day now to take care of things for us, while we get back up on our feet!

I can't tell you how good it would be to have one of Charlie Buchanan's cheeseburger baskets right now from the Double A. It's this greasy old honky tonk near Johnnie Masters' garage on Route 23 here in Randlemann. My wife and I used to go there all the time on a Friday night, dancing the night away and working off those calories! I swear, Charlie used to douse those burgers in grease before adding the grease on top of his greasy chili! It was a great place to go and ruin your diet, you know? That's... that's what I want to remember about this ordeal.

I know things are tough out there. Things aren't like they used to be... they may never be that way again. I've long been dreaming about waking up in my bed, wondering what on Earth would possess me to have such a nightmare. But whether this was sought or unsought, we have to make the very best from what God gives us... I don't know if any of you out there are religious much. Lord knows, I didn't do much beyond sit on the church pew on the occasional Sunday. But I know for a fact that, if we look for him, we can still see God in the world around us. It may be a cold, distant world, but He's still there, watching out for us.

I don't know if you have been following my reports here or not. I don't even know if anyone else can hear me, but know that I can hear you. I've followed your reports over my radio here for the past several days. I've prayed for you when sorrows struck - I mourned for you when you lost a mother or a father, a brother or a sister, a wife... or a friend. I rejoiced with you when you found salvation in the form of another survivor, or a relative that had managed to survive. What I will take from this is that, for every sorrowful or evil report I heard on the radio, I've heard five good ones. Despite the evil that's trying to work its way across the land, the goodness of humanity is still present if we look for it. Keep on holding each other up, Azura! You are the very best of us. Keep remembering of all the things that we had, and work every day of your lives with the hope that you'll get to experience it again before you pass away. If we all do that, then we'll be able to share our stories of survival and remembrance with our grandchildren over a greasy cheeseburger.

Keep Believing, Azura! God Bless, and God's Speed.>>


Jimmy switched off the microphone, leaning back in his chair. With the movement, Jimmy began to cough violently, wincing as his handkerchief came away doused in blood.
"Goodness, me," Jimmy sighed, trying not to cough himself to death. His stomach wasn't hurting too badly anymore, but he was so tired. He'd thought about resting his eyes for a moment, but if anyone had managed to hear his report-
"Hello?"
For a second, Jim thought that someone was calling out on the radio. After a few seconds, though, he realized that it wasn't coming from the radio. It was something much, much better.
"Hello? Is anyone in there? We're with the 315th Currahee Dragoons. Are you in there?"
Jimmy sighed, closing his eyes in relief. He slowly hoisted himself out of his chair, feeling every one of his seventy-five years. With a huff, Jimmy managed to make it to his cot, desiring to lie down for just a little bit. He'd managed to help people until the Cavalry arrived. That was all that he could do. It was all that anyone could do.
You did good, sweetie. I'm so very proud of you!
His wife's voice. Jimmy lied himself down on the makeshift cot in the corner, allowing the melodious tones of his wife's angelic voice linger in his ears as he closed his eyes to sleep.


"Jesus, we've got a body in here."
Corporal Mullins leaned down to check on the covered corpse in the hallway, as Sergeant Pusey kept his rifle at the ready. Being in an unsecured environment, Pusey wasn't about to take any chances. "How did they die, Doc?" Pusey asked.
"Christ," Mullins quipped, peeling back the sticky blanket. "Judging from the radiation burns and the bruising here, I'd say that she suffered a lethal dose of radiation some time ago - perhaps at the onset of the fallout."
"She must have been the one who set up this Geiger counter out here," Lieutenant McNaughton's voice echoed suddenly over Pusey's radio set. He'd apparently been listening in on their conversation.
"I'm going to keep going, Lieutenant. I'll let the Doc finish up here before we peel out." Sergeant Pusey stepped beyond a pile of broken glass and upended books, carefully watching to make sure he didn't step on another corpse. The Corporal was mesmerized at the body on the floor.
"What the Hell is so damned special about the stiff, Corporal?" Sergeant Mullins cracked.
"Beats me," Corporal Mullins stated bluntly, staring at the deep green eyes that stared back at him. The medic slowly pulled the sheet back over the elderly woman's face. Death was still death out in the wastes; there was nothing that could be done for her.
"Move up, guys. If there's no one living in there, we need to get a move on." Lieutenant McNaughton's voice imparted to the scouts a sense of urgency. Sergeant Pusey stepped through a busted door frame, keeping his rifle ready with Corporal Mullins close behind.
Ah, geez...
The small room was a clusterfuck, filled with strewn paperwork and dirty clothes. An ancient HAM Radio set was sitting on a small table, powering down on its own. Someone had recently used it-
"Sergeant! On the bunk!" Corporal Mullins hurried past him, moving to where the old man was lying. Mullins quickly began to feel for a pulse, but Pusey could already tell by the blood-stained clothes and the bruising on the man's face and arms what the medic would find. He was dead.
"We need to get a move on, Corporal. There are more buildings to check out. I don't think they'll be using the station anymore." Sergeant Pusey put a hand on the Corporal's shoulders, who hung his head in dejection.
"He hasn't been dead long, Sergeant," Corporal Mullins silently spoke. "His body is still warm." Sergeant Pusey patted him on the shoulder, stepping to his left to see if there was anything the platoon could use outside before they moved on. Sighing, Mullins looked at the old man's arms, crossed over a bronze picture frame. Interested, the Corporal picked the frame out from the man's cooling fingers. Turning over the picture, the Corporal was taken aback.
"Nick! Look..." The Sergeant stepped over a pile of broken glass, looking into the picture... and sighing, depressed at the findings. The picture was of a young woman in her twenties, wearing a flowing green dress that matched her endless emerald eyes. It was the same woman that the two had found out in the hallway.
Neither man spoke, even as Lieutenant McNaughton came back on the radio. "Guys, we have to get a move on; there's a storm brewing on the horizon. Did you find anything useful?"
It was Sergeant Pusey that spoke up, softly. "No, Lieutenant. We're coming out."
McNaughton responded: "What about the HAM Operator? Did you find him?"
Pusey looked down at Corporal Mullins, who slowly looked back up at him. The sergeant could tell in the pleading eyes of the wearisome medic that there was no answer to the madness around them; only fleeting, melancholy grasps of solace in an abounding Hell. Mullins finally shook his head, unable - or unwilling - to answer.
"Did you find the radio operator?" Lieutenant McNaughton repeated once more. Sergeant Pusey shook his head, pressing down the receiver to speak into the radio handset.
"Yes, sir," Pusey said. "He's with his wife."
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Postby Orlkjestad » Fri Sep 17, 2010 9:51 pm

King Bvorn I Air Corps Base
Carrene Islands, Orlkjestad
2316 Hours


"This is the Pyrillic Nuclear Defense System. We're reporting increased radiation in New Azuran skies. Possible nuclear detonation. Attempts to communicate comes up with only static. Repeat, Increased radiation in New Azuran skies. Possible nuclear detonation. All attempts to communicate did not go through."

The moment that word was said. Everybody in the PNDS was shocked. A nuclear attack, on of all places, New Azura? Nearly every general in the Royal Orlkjestadi Armed Forces, as well as the prime minister, received the broadcast.

Immediately, everybody knew New Azura was under attack.

ROAF Headquarters
Kosvabard, Orlkjestadi Federal District, Orlkjestad
2330 Hours


"THOSE FUCKERS DID WHAT!"

Nearly every general in the army and the prime minister was called to an emergency meeting. The words uttered by General Andersen shook the whole building. The entirety of the people at the meeting were quarreling about what to do. Some just wanted them to rot. Some wanted to get in on this and gobble up some land. However, many agreed that help must be given to this ailing country.

"I WANT TO KNOW WHEN, WHERE, WHO, HOW, AND WHY! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS BULLSHIT!"

General Andersen continued his angry rant. The attendees were looking at him standing and pounding his fists on the table as he angrily spoke. Every word he bellowed echoed his anger and the shock and disbelief of the rest of the Orlkjestadi leadership.

At the end of the meeting, the consensus was almost unanimous, mostly due to riveting arguments by the pro-Azurans.

A message would be sent to the nation, and see if there were responses. If there were, the army would try to pinpoint the location of the broadcast and send supplies and humanitarian workers to the area.

"Hello? This is the Royal Orlkjestadi Armed Forces. Should anyone respond, we shall send supplies and aid workers. If anyone receives, respond. Repeat, the ROAF is looking for responses to send supplies, anyone who survived, please respond."

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Postby Tergnitz » Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:40 pm

The weak will always be led by the strong. Where the strong see purpose and act, the weak follow; where the strong cry out against fate, the weak bow their heads and succumb.


Imperial Palace, Pretoria
Imperial Dominion of Tergnitz

1953 hours

The red sun, an ill omen of decay, decadence and death. His Imperial Majesty, Augustus Tiberian Vera I, stood alone, leaning on the marble railing of the impressive southern, balcony of the Imperial Palace, watching thoughtfully as the sun withdrew from the world once more, leaving only darkness in its wake. But for now, all was bathed in a thick red haze, which served to dehumanize his surroundings, reflecting almost wickedly off the polished floor of the balcony.

Alone, gazing out over the Imperial Gardens, as if he was viewing his entire domain, Augustus was usually filled with a sense of calm detachment from the often hectic and cruel world around him. He was able to lose himself, reflecting on his past actions and decisions, analysing them in depth while thinking about the future, of both the Fatherland and the world in general. It was something which he was increasingly falling back on, as the days rolled by he found himself disinterested in the matters of state and governance, preferring to simply let the Imperial Government form a response for the Dominion to officially adopt. He had heard rumours circulating that he was beginning to go soft in the head and he scornfully scoffed at them. They could not be further from the truth, introspection is an important, some would say crucial, trait in any true leader. Without it, a leader is liable to adopt a mantle of infallibility, as his confidence and arrogance steadily grow, ultimately leading to his downfall. Yet, unfortunately, he was not going to be granted a chance to reflect this day. His beloved gardens were filled with shifting shadows and hateful whispers. The once soothing trickle of the fountains now seemed tense and furious and he found that he could no longer find solace in nature, at least not today. The world was restless and enraged, a grievously malicious event had occurred several days ago which required an official response from the Dominion. Such a response however, given the strength of the nations involved and the immeasurable consequences that a misplaced foot or word could have, required his personal approval.

As if right on cue, he faintly heard the sound of an individual marching along the length of balcony. He deduced that this individual was assuredly a member of the military, due to the fact that his standard-issue jackboots echoed clearly after each step on the polished marble floor. The sound halted abruptly, “You don’t have to salute Grand Marshal,” said Augustus absent-mindedly. If Grand Marshal Montell III was surprised by the fact that his Emperor had guessed who he was without even looking, his voice did not show it, “Of course My Lord.” Augustus fixated his gaze past the palace garden, to the multitude of lights emanating from the Capital in the distance, “The Azuran situation?” Asked Augustus in a thoughtful yet downbeat tone. Augustus heard the sound of several claps unbuckling, “Unfortunately yes My Lord,” replied Montell. “I have the full report of the situation right here, along with the recommendations from the Ministry of Defence, Foreign Affairs and Commerce, along with one from the Imperial Intelligence and Reconnaissance Agency,” said Montell, before presenting the Emperor with the back, leather-bound report. Augustus did not move or speak for several minutes, before finally turning around to face the Marshal, “I have read enough on the situation and the recommendations of my Government Hector, these additional one-hundred pages will only confirm my current knowledge. What is the current state of the Dominion’s strategic nuclear deterrent?” Montell returned the report to his briefcase and set it down beside is left leg, “Your Majesty, Imperial Strategic Command remains at Alert Level One, after the nuclear strike on New Azura. While we have determined that it was unfortunately, the Azurans themselves who launched the nuclear strike, we cannot discount the possibility that a third party will use current international confusion and rage to instigate a wider war. Thus, I must again ask His Majesty you please retire from the Imperial Palace and move to one of the secure Government bunkers within the Rilitz Mountain Range.” Augustus shook his head wearily, “Son, if there is one thing that I have learned in my seventy-years on God’s Earth, it is that you cannot afford to be bullied by anyone. I will not be intimidated by some two-bit thug who believes that nuclear weapons are a plaything. However, you are to maintain the current alert level for the time being,” said Augustus aggressively. He was fed up with the near constant requests from all levels and branches of the government for him to hide underground during this current crisis, like some common vermin.

He sighed, he had taken out this frustration on the Marshal however, who had done nothing to deserve it other than to be concerned for his wellbeing, “My apologies Hector, I let the stress of the situation get the better of me. Regarding the situation with New Azura, I believe than we the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been in contact with several nations.” The Marshal was taken back slightly by the anger in his Emperor’s words, “My fault entirely My Lord, we are simply trying to ensure that you do not come to any harm. You are correct, the Minister of Foreign Affairs has been engaging in several high-level discussions with several nations, the result of which is mixed. New Azura, as you assuredly know My Lord, lies deep within the Gholgoth region. Unfortunately the nations inside this region have established a complete sea and air blockade around New Azura, fearing that unsavoury nations will use this catastrophe to their own benefit, as opposed to assisting the unfortunate citizens of New Azura. The Minister petitioned several nations to grant us a special dispensation to temporarily pass the blockade, yet our proposal was uniformly rejected.” Augustus shook his head wearily, before indicating that the Marshal should proceed, “Despite this setback, we have had considerable progress with the Republik of Solm,” said Montell with some difficulty. “Despite a level of lingering tension over the outbreak of the ‘Crimson War’ earlier in the year, we have been able to jointly form a comprehensive plan to pass through the blockade...” Augustus held up his hand, indicating for the Marshal to stop, “I am sure whatever deal you have created will be satisfactory Hector. You have my assent to deploy the First through Eighth Legions of the Imperial Army to travel alongside the Solmian forces.” The Marshal nodded, indicating that he understood the Emperor’s orders and made to salute him, but Augustus had already turned away. Hector proceeded with the salute regardless, old habits die hard he guessed. With a slight sigh, Augustus opened his eyes as he listened to the Grand Marshals departing footsteps. The sun had completely disappeared now, engulfing the palace gardens in darkness, which was broken only by small pockets of illumination provided by a score of lights. Presented with the scene in front of him, Augustus couldn’t help but think of the citizens of New Azura, small pin-pricks of light in the all-encompassing darkness of the world.

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Postby Osthia » Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:26 am

To the Nation of New Azura,
We, the Helpers of Humanity Organization, wish to give you any humanitarian aid desired. We remember your charitable donation, and wish to pay you back in this way. May God watch over you.
Sincerely,
Nathaniel Sforka, President and CEO of the HHO

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Postby New Azura » Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:17 am

Pandæmonium
South Mountain Medical Disaster Station
Dr. Nikola Koressa, Chief Medical Officer
Saturday, September 18th, 2012-8:45 PM


Journal Entry for 18 September, 0630 Hours - Daybreak
It has been approximately sixty one hours since "Midnight Hour", and already the flood of wounded are beginning to slack off. Whether this is because of the sheer magnitude of the attack, or because most wounded have been unable to move into the Martica Mountains is as of yet undetermined. This physician has no way of knowing if and when more wounded will be arriving from points south, such as Cheltenham or Priceton. We have received our fair share of radioactive fallout from the south, though our rad totals are significantly less than most places in the northern expanse. We have not a full understanding of this as of yet...
I cannot stress enough how crucial the next twelve to twenty-four hours will be. We are a moderately small rescue station as is, established by the Azuran Green Cross in an attempt to help people who were moving into the mountains to try and find some type of refuge. Though we are high up in the Martica Range, I would have expected more refugees than this. Dr. Volakis and his protégé, Dr. Sergei Malkin have been attempting to argue for the policy of euthanasia for worst-case victims, however many we should diagnose at the rescue station. To be frank, I am in need of proper medical equipment and supplies to best treat the wounded here, and if relief doesn't arrive soon, I fear that all may be lost.
This physician can only hope that our supplies and our morale will last us until relief arrives, or the wounded stop arriving period. One must wonder, however; with a disaster of such magnitude, the fact that so few wounded are reporting in to our station makes us question how many people actually survived...


"There's nothing that we can do! If they're dying, they're dying!"
Dr. Sergei Malkin through up his hands in defeat, turning away from the senior staff. Nikola Koressa, the rescue station's senior attending physician, had the authority to make the final call on the best course of treatment. Technically, at least. Whether or not the physicians actually followed his instructions was beyond his control to handle. Doctor Malkin began pacing back and forth, trying to calm his frayed nerves.
Koressa chided him. "Doctor, please sit down! We haven't the resources to take care of a thousand wounded and one contemptuous physician!"
Malkin snarled, but kept his mouth shut. Still pacing, he was joined by Ian Volakis, his immediate superior. "Doctor Koressa, please! See reason in this madness! Sodium Thiopental and Pancuronium Bromide are the only two drugs that we have a copious supply of, Doctor. Surely, the Green Cross wouldn't have given us Nesdonal and Norcuron in bundle packs if they didn't anticipate our need of them!"
One of Koressa's personal aides, a nurse from his practice in Chambliss, angrily yelled: "It's morally unethical and unwholesome! Where do we draw the line at, Doctor, hm? If they have the sniffles, do we prescribe cyanide to keep our antibiotics for those who truly need it?"
Malkin spun around, furious at the assertion. "How dare you lecture me about morality! Treating burns and handle over scalpels is a far cry from digging into a person's abdomen without proper anesthesia or sterile instruments! I didn't come here to play the role of a butcher, Nurse!"
"No," Doctor Ken'ichi Sada retorted, "just the role of Executioner!"
"Enough!" Koressa screamed, pounding his fist into the table to break the tension. The cramped conference room quickly came to a hush, as doctors and nurses in bloodstained smocks quickly focused on him. "We wont help anyone if we tear each other apart like this! We must come to a conclusion on this, and quickly! Despite the projections of injured being off, we're still well over capacity here. We must come together, or our rescue station will collapse."
A few heads nodded in agreement, though a heavy tension still hung in the air. Doctor Volakis was the first to test the waters: "Doctors, nurses... colleagues, I cannot stress this enough: we do not have the medicinal resources to treat the wounded that we have. We're still averaging ten new patients an hour, and who knows how many will begin to demonstrate advanced symptoms of radiation sickness! If we are to adequately care for the wounded, we must be allowed to end their suffering!"
"No, no, no!" Doctor Sada responded. "It's a slippery slope, Doctor; one that none of us here are prepared to go down. We are one shipment of Potassium Iodide tablets and Androstenediol away from being able to help treat and prevent increased sickness rates!"
"And where will that fairy-tale ending come from, Ken?" Doctor Malkin retorted. "The fucking tooth fairy?"
Tensions began to rise again, as angry shouts became singing barbs being tossed back and forth. Hollering became screaming, as a few of the nurses attempted to subdue the more boisterous of physicians. Koressa watched as his staff began to crack, even this quickly, under the immense stain of the situation. His personal assistant and friend, Brian Smith, leaned him behind him.
"My God, I think we're losing this, Nikola." Koressa nodded without saying a word. After a pause, Koressa rose his hand to draw silence to the room once more. Though several doctors refused to sit down, the room did yield its attention to him.
"Guys, listen," Koressa stated plainly, "I know that things are looking pretty bleak. You have to understand though; this rescue station was meant to operate for up to two weeks without any kind of refurbishment. At the rate we're going now, though, we'll be closed down in two weeks. We've only been in operation for two days now, and already we've had a run on our supplies. To those who are terminal, we'll try and make them as comfortable as possible with morphine injections. If we're running low on morphine, we'll switch to Hydromorphone. If we get to the point where the benefits outweigh the risks, we'll reexamine the use of euthanasia at this station."
Malkin shook his head. "Where does it end, Nikola? Where does it end? How many more children do we have to open up without anesthesia or sterile equipment? How many do we have to lose to shock before we suffer our patients a little dignity?"
Koressa sighed, looking out through the conference room window in the vast auditorium that was being used as a staging area. "Sergei, I know. Believe you me, I know. The pain that we've had to witness... that we ourselves have had to endure. I know that none of us have gotten more than an hour's worth of sleep at a time since this madness began. But we're not in a position to draw the line between hopeless and hopeful yet. If we begin to euthanize, we'll begin to rationalize pushing the distinction between what qualifies and what doesn't until there is no distinction anymore."
The room mumbled an agreement, with the pro-euthanasia doctors reluctantly holding their peace on the matter. Koressa continued: "Let's make every effort to extend the lives of our patients. While we can take various steps to extend our resources, I think Doctor Sada is correct, in this regard. We need some type of "X" factor to make it if we are to hold out longer than two weeks. If and when the massive wave of refugees hits us here, we'll be swamped..."
Koressa paused, cocking his ear to the side. For a moment, the physicians and nurses in the tight confines of the conference room wondered aloud if the doctor was okay. However, after a few seconds, they too began to hear the low hum of a low-flying plane.
"Is that what I think it is?" Volakis responded gleefully.
"I think it is!" Sada shouted, jumping out of his chair to see if the plane was a relief drop. Though Koressa wanted to caution anyone from going outside, he couldn't resist seeing if aid was truly on the way. The doctors ran through the exterior hallway, moving quickly towards the front of the building. With a stern push on the door, the early-morning light flooded around them.
"Where? Can you guys see it?" Malkin asked earnestly.
Volakis patted him on the shoulder, pointing upwards at two o'clock. "There it is - I see it!"
The group turned in unison, spotting the heavy cargo transport. Koressa examined the plane's make, and felt a rush of excitement. "It's a T-71 Titan Transport Aircraft! It's Azuran! It's one of ours!"
The group exploded in cheers and celebration, waving up at the low-flying aircraft as it passed over the compound. Tears of joy and relief quickly became cheers of excitement, as a pair of connected parachutes deployed behind the large transport. Slowly, a pair of attached green supply crates drifted out of the tail section, slowly falling to Earth as the cargo plane banked hard to the left, looking to make another pass by the facility. Within twenty seconds, the cargo containers had drifted to the ground, coming to rest in a puff of dust not fifty yards away from the group.
"Get this stuff inside quickly, before the fallout contaminates it too badly!" Koressa shouted as weary doctors ran to the supplies. Malkin and Sada were the first two there, looking through the packaged containers with earnest expectation.
"Medicine and food!" Sada shouted, prompting another chorus of cheers and celebration. "We've got enough food and water to feed the shelter for weeks here!"
"We've got shipments of antibiotics, Androstenediol, alcohol solutions, saline! We've got new surgical equipment here, Nikola!" Malkin shouted over the growing tide of celebration. As Koressa got closer to the crate, he noticed a leaflet attached to the containers. Peeling it away from the package, Koressa noticed that it was an official Azuran Army flier.
"Hey! I've got a message here, guys!" Koressa shouted, drawing everyone's attention momentarily. At the beckoning of those around him, Koressa began to share it out loud...






An Official Communiqué of the
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New Azura Restoration Government
From the Hand of General Steven A. Harwell, Honourable Military of New Azura

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To: The Relief Stations in New Azura
From: Azuran Military Central Command
Subj: Rebuilding of the Azuran Mainland

To Our Honored Recipients:

You have endured great hardships for your country over these past three days. While we understand your confusion and frustration in these difficult times, the Honourable Military of New Azura wishes to convey our deepest sense of honor and gratitude to you, the men and women on the ground who have helped pull our great nation back from the brink. We will be making air drops around the clock to relief stations in this part of the country, while aid from our Gothic neighbors, members of the Conglomerate, and the people of the world continue to flow in to us. Within a week, two hundred thousand troops under the command of General Stephen Williams will begin moving north through the Artica Mountains, evacuating refugees to secure camps along the Eastern Seaboard. Endure for a short while longer, Azura, because help is on the way!
This missive has been noted for posterity in the public logs of the Honourable Military of New Azura on September 18th, 2010.

By the Hand of General Steven A. Harwell, Commanding
Let it Be Done, This the 18th Day of September in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Ten.

General Steven A. Harwell,
Honourable Military of New Azura
THEEVENGUARDOFAZURA
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FRIEND OF KRAVEN (2005-2023)KRAVEN PREVAILS!18 YEARS OF STORIES DELETED

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Her Graceful Excellence the Phaedra
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By the Grace of the Lord God, the Daughter of Tsyion, Spirited Maiden, First Matron of House Vardanyan
Imperatrix of the Evenguard of Azura and Sovereign Over Her Dependencies, the Governess of Isaura
and the Defender of the Children of Azura

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Artemis Noir, Dragua Sevua, Grand Ventana, Hanasaku, New Azura, Nova Secta and Xiahua

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Postby Wewtlandem » Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:44 am

Entering Gholgoth Waters
Wewt Relief Fleet
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Trent Porter had been asleep when the radio beside his bed had crackled to life, and he bolted upright, picking it up, and placing his ear to the receiver. He listened intently as the Captain told him that they were entering Gholgothian waters, and he sighed a sigh of relief, and anger. He was mad that he wasn't able to tell his men about what their true mission was until they arrived at New Azura, but he was relieved that they were nearing their target. He stood from his bed, and quickly threw on those green fatigues, and scurried for the showers. As he walked into the room, there were no other showers on, so he went and took the first one, turning the knob for hot all the way up.

He smiled as he felt the hot water rush over his body, and swirl down hypnotically into the drain. He grabbed a bar of soap he had brought with him, and began to run it over his body, cleaning himself, and then sticking his head under the water, letting it get his hair nice and wet, and then using the soap to get it nice and lathered up. He then threw his head back under the water, and let the soap run off of it. He got his whole body under the water, and then, turned the water off, and walked over to his fatigues, and picked them up, finding his towel under them. He dried his body off, and then threw the fatigues back on over his boxers.

He jogged back to his room, and grabbed the radio that he had thrown on his bed. He quickly got it on the right channel, and asked the Captain how long it would take to reach New Azura. The radio took a minute, but it crackled to life, and the Captain's voice came back with three hours. Trent replied back, telling him to sound the general quarters alarm, and go over the intercom, telling the men to get dressed in combat fatigues, shower, and eat, then head to the briefing room. As soon as Trent finished that statement, the alarm went off, and the intercom flared to life. Trent dogged it down to the briefing room. He had managed to beat the crowd, but as soon as he made it into the room, he could hear the hallways come to life with the mens voices.

He was extremely pleased that soon, he would be able to tell the men of their true mission, and in that, stick true to his personal rules of never keeping anything from his men. He was happy to here the men happy, for what might be the last time for a long while. The en could be heard laughing and enjoying themselves, eating. He knew that there would be no laughter after they heard the true mission that they were on, even though they did not know what the mission was anyway. Trent was worried that his men would be mad at him, but he knew one thing for sure, they wouldn't be scared, his men were the fearless.

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Postby Solm » Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:46 am

Onboard HNV Relx
Nearing Azuran Waters
Operation Recovery
Heading 12.4° Towards New Azura
September 18th, 22:12 AMT
Major General John Rengal, Commanding Officer of the 1st Azura Legion


He sat stiffly, his face sullen and stiff. His mouth unable to breath a word. He stood frozen in the wake of his phone call. The mic being blast automatically back in its holster. He turned towards his bridge, the Azuran troops moving rhythmically as they went about their duties, mixed with some Solmian officers. The General had learned a lot about Azura, they were well-trained, disciplined troops that did everything with the highest of standards. He had gotten to know some of them to share a binding friendship with.

He let the ship rock him, the great beast moving swiftly in the waters, devouring the moon lit water with its great hull. It was a slick ship, and it was at the center of the five hundred-thousand strong armada making its way towards New Azura. They were the largest epicenter of the Foreign Legion, and at its helm was the Solmian Major General John Rengal, a trained profession of his trade. His skills did not, however, encompass the ability to tell 500,000 troops that their precious homeland of New Azura has been devastated and destroyed. He let out a sigh, called to his aide and said, "Raise the ceremonial flag of New Azura."

His voice flat and with no emotion, the aide eyed him suspiciously, the ceremonial flag is rarely raised, especially sailing at full speed ahead. "Right away, Sir," was the aide's response.

John moved to the full height of his body, standing above everyone on his bridge, "We are now at Defense Level 1, I repeat we are at Defense Level 1, ready all equipment, weapons shall be at the ready, defensive weapons shall be prepared immediately!"

The bridge stared at his unsuspected interruption, they were just on a general transport mission to New Azura, they weren't expected to be in Combat, nonetheless, they were ready. The General spoke one last time, "This is not a drill."

The men moved around with haste as they prepared the ship, a dull red light flickered to life as a low siren beated down the hearts of every soldier and sailor in the ship. The alarm rang out in all the ships as they all transformed from a lazy fleet into an all-powerful combat ready war armada.

The ships moved with a more intense speed as they cracked the waves in the dim moon light. The darkness sprawled out across the ships as red lights pulsated off each ship and low sirens were heard as they awaked every single man and woman on board.

"Patch me into every ship's emergency radio broadcast," the Major General stated.

A man ran up to him with a microphone, he placed it tightly around his head and the man said, "Your ready."

John took a breath, mustering all the strength he possessed to complete this announcement. He began slowly, "New Azura is a great nation and it shall remain so no matter what has happened. All of you our strong, your brethren our strong, and Azura is strong. I have just been informed by the Republik of Solm that New Azura has been suddenly and deliberately attacked by Nuclear Weapons. The Defense systems in place malfunctioned under hostile control, we have reports that ninety percent of your great nation has been utterly destroyed. Government whereabouts are unknown. Fallout and radiation poisoning has been at high levels."

He paused, stared at his bridge, every single face was frozen in shock and agony. Wives and families probably just declared dead. He let out a slight frown, wondering what he would be thinking if someone told them everything they came to know was now scorched in an oblivion of ashes.

He continued incessantly, "You are strong! They're survivors, and Azura shall rise again! We are not alone, the Azuran overseas military command has been recalled to their homeland, we will be the largest force to arrive back in New Azura as of now. Azura will be reestablished! You all our strong, I have come to know most of you, and I know that we will not let the perpetrator go without punishment! We shall avenge the fallen and reclaim the great skies of New Azura! We will move as fast as we can towards New Azura, The Republik of Solm is sending in airlifts of medical personnel to help when we land in New Azura as well as radiation protection suits for all of us so we can survive under the harsh fallout that is currently in place in New Azura. We will be joined by Tergnitz and we shall help and secure all survivors and high priority installations. I promise you, that I will do the best that my ability allows to save all Azurans and your beautiful nation! The Republik of Solm will also be sending in multiple hospital ships to assist us in our fight against the radiation. God bless New Azura, God bless New Azura!" He got more emotional and vehement in his last statement, "God Bless New Azura!"

He let the mic fall on the table as he stood sullenly at his crew, one had a glistening tear churning down the folds in his cheek. They had just been informed that their homeland was destroyed, but we will avenge Azura and we will try to save all survivors and rebuild New Azura.

He headed towards the communication officer, whom said, "Sir-"

He cut him off, "Radio to the Gholgoth blockade ahead that we are Azuran troops returning home and request permission to enter Azuran waters."

The officer hesitated but was quick to say, "Yes, Sir!" The ship will never return to normal, not after this, and they will do the best they can to assist New Azura.

* * *


John stood sullenly as he stared off into the water. The ship engulfing the dark waters as it soared forward. They had sent a plane ahead to broadcast messages of their arrival to New Azura, and look for any signs of life. It was suppose to report back at any minute. He was on the deck, where a lot of men and woman congregated as they stood in silence overlooking the sea, the chapel had been populated quickly after his message, but he didn't go there. He liked the wind in his face.

A man ran up to him, obviously Solmian has he looked sadly upon the other soldiers. "The Solmian transport planes are arriving now, radiation suits and more personnel are the first priority, medical supplies will come later," he said.

"Very good, get the presiding officer to contact me immediately," the General replied.

He returned to his shelter of the water below him, many of the men in this fleet were land soldiers that were just being transported. He let out a silent vow to avenge the fallen Azurans. But, whom ever was the perpetrator would be one of the most powerful nations, Azura was a superpower, and to destroy that nation like this, must of taken unforeseeable power and strength.

He stared at all the other soldiers, their faces void of emotion, Rengal studied them and then patted one lightly on the back as he went back into the ship. There was an eerie silence enveloping the ship, but ordinary duties still commenced as the ship-and fleet-was in heightened defense. He hoped he would have a reply from the Gholgoth's soon, he appreciated their blockade, keeping foreign invaders at bay as real humanitarian duties can be completed within New Azura without fear of attack.

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