A Chilled Fury [Closed, attn. Latnya]

[Northern Solaria]

"We are making a turn around with Latnya in terms of diplomatic relations. We can turn them into a useful ally if we really work at it! They are helpful, but more importantly they have connections! What alliances are we a part of? How many protectorates do we have? None. If we go to war, then we go to war alone; and we know for a fact that both the Orbisian rebels and our patriotic friends to the south would pick us apart if mobilized."

The Diet was in a greater state of chaos than it usually was. The huge room, an architectural marvel, had a massive glass circle in the center that stared straight down the Solarian cliffs and onto the waves slamming into the rocks below. Many a senator had chosen to avoid speaking altogether to avoid the vertigo of standing on thin air meters above the ocean. But this day, many had overcome that fear to speak their mind on an issue that had divided the Diet; Latnya.

"We were making a turnaround with Latnya, but how can we be sure to trust them? Did they support our cause during the Glorious Revolution? No! They most assuredly did not!" The Diet member played the theatrics to the maximum, slamming his hand on the podium and turning beet red (a trick he had learned . Charles Frost, an advisor to the previous king, held a high seat on the small council of eleven members.

"Let's not me too hasty." Interjected the old king, Luke. "They seem to have warmed up to the new regime. Maybe if we had reached out to them instead of turtling in secrecy, they would not have reacted so poorly. If they knew more, than may-"

Frost, grinning victoriously, dropped a note card handed to him by an aide. "You thought they were warming up to us? Evidently not, as they think that we are not worth defending. Latnya has withdrawn support from the Chechakan invasion. They also informed us of an impending attack on our own soil. But do they offer help? Of course not. They are too busy in a fight they do not need to be in that they could not spare any troops to help us. Not only are they fools, but they are insulting fools!"

Spittle flew from the council member's mouth as he screamed the last sentence. Across the room too large for such a small council, the old King sighed in defeat. He quietly withdrew from the podium and returned from his room. Out of the eleven members on the Diet, he was the most conservative when it came to war. He had always been the most conservative, as had his military council. But relation with Latnya had been doomed from the moment they sent troops to assist the Orbisians.

The hallways were cold, devoid of the warmth that should have been emanating from the lamps on either side. It had nothing to do with the new regime, it was just a cold day. A day in which iced hostility melted into chilled fury, and then exploded into a furnace of resentment.

[Latnya]

It was cold and dreary, totally and utterly bleak and yet the men in this room where full of determination and patriotic pride that they seemed not to mind. The five men in this room where all apart of NS-A, Latnya’s intelligence division; there mission was as of yet unknown to them and there contact had not yet arrived.

Suddenly a man in a white suit walked through the door, a women walked on his side and a another man in black to his left; this was the électeur, Roman Tyber and his brother Lucifer and sister Selina; they all were very important, Roman and Selina both ran the country alongside their mother, the empress of Latnya and Lucifer was leader of the 505th army and senate member. The trio were only in there early twenty’s, fresh out of their teens and yet they had the professionalism and talent to run this country as if they had been doing it for years, of course they weren’t perfect though.

“Hello gentlemen, let’s get straight to business.” Roman spoke, his voice shook a bit from excitement or nervousness, no one could really tell as the young man spoke and paced up and down the line of soldiers in front of him.

“Well then, your mission is a simple one; infiltrate the Solarian system and watch them for a total number of ten-twenty years. You will be cut off from Latnya entirely and only meet every five months to report on your findings. What we are looking for is specifically is anything threatening Latnian security of course, but if you happen to find anything else be sure to report it.” The électeur walked towards a small car on and trunk on the other side of the room, he opened it and gestured the men towards him who all walked in perfect motion and timing together. Inside where weapons, civilian clothes, intelligence devices of all kinds and anything else they may need on their mission. All the supplies was placed into five separate gym bags before Roman saluted them and put his hand out towards a car that was in the back of the large room.

“I wish you luck gentlemen, and here this has the full details of the mission and the details for what you’ll be posing as in Solaria.” The trio of leaders saluted and walked out of the building, a car was started and sped away into the distance while the five men gathered and loaded the bags into the car and sped away.

“Lucky us huh?” One of the men laughed, his hair was red and was one of the youngest there and the only name he was known by was the name in his Solarian file, Lucas.

“Shut up; let’s just keep this quiet and brief.” Another replied to Lucas’s confident remark, his file listed him as George Degri, he had brown hair and was a giant of a men standing at 6’8 and weighing 335 pounds of all muscle. Lucas scoffed as his remarked and turned to the man seating on his side, his file called him Manuel Davidson and he was obviously the smallest of the bunch, at a measly 5’5 and weighing nothing more than 156 pounds; Manuel rolled his eyes at the staring Lucas, he turned his back on boy until the oldest member of the group spoke from the drives seat.

“Where here, get in your respective vehicle and shut up.” This man’s file was empty, meaning the government trusted him enough to think of this own name and background or they were too lazy to anyway. Three of the men were taking an airplane and parachuting miles away from the Solarian borders while the other two, including Lucas, where taking a boat to Solaria; Lucas lumbered aboard the small ocean vessel with his partner, Franklin Myers, or that’s what his file said anyway. The two toke off in there small craft while the plane with the others soared above them and headed towards Solaria; Lucas tried to make small talk with his partner but was ignored by the non-English speaking man, Lucas finally fell asleep on the bottom levels after trying for hours to get a response from him.

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[Northern Solaria]

"Shit. We just got intel on Latnian agents headed our way via plane." The intelligence officer began typing furiously on his elderly keyboard, each keystroke making a rattling noise as his chubby fingers punched with more force than the machine was designed for.

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"Take them out. We cannot let them get inside, it might jeopardize our own mission. Sure, the average citizen might not notice, but someone who's trained to notice odd things will pick up the signs in no time. Stop them, at all costs." Head of the intelligence agency of the Imperial Shogunate, Kiyoshi Takahashi sighed. This was not what he had planned on doing for the work day. Ordering the elimination of enemy agents was never fun; you were never sure what was going to happen until you got a report of success. Even then, there was the constant nagging voice that tried to convince him that he had killed civilians, and his intel was a mistake.

"Yukio, where did you get this intel? I'm not about to shoot down some business exec who didn't want everyone to know about his other family," Kiyoshi looked expectantly at the officer across the desk from him. It was the nagging voice that got to him, made him ask the question. Under the table he nervously scratched his leg. So many things could just go so wrong.

"A trustable source from inside the Latnyan IA. One of our guys, not a third party. I think his name is William-something-or-other. One of the old guys that didn't want to give up his job for some colonial shack."

Kiyoshi nodded. He remembered the file on the man while he was reviewing the agents who had stayed. An absolutely insane man who always seemed to be on the verge of switching sides. Not someone to leave in a foreign country without contact, but intelligence agents were far and few in numbers.

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Two PAK FA's launched from a naval base outside of Sol. They roared through the air, ripping through the clouds and accelerating to Mach 1. They zoomed through the sky, flying assassins tracking their elusive foes like a falcon. After an hour of whistling past puffy white clouds the two radars simultaneously picked up something. An airplane. The airplane.

The two fighters slowed down, but still shot passed the aircraft. The second time they passed the aircraft the first spun up its 30mm cannon and let loose on the larger aircraft. Bullets smashed into the metal exterior and tore through one of the engines. The second fighter launched a Sidewinder missile, giving the first fighter enough time to peel off to avoid the shrapnel of the exploding aircraft. The AAM slammed into the fuselage of the plane, turning the entire aircraft into a flying fireball. The two PAK FA's rocketed back towards Solaria, this time boosting up to Mach 2 to get out of the vicinity before anyone could possibly discover the wreckage of the plane.


Officially, it never occurred.

[Latnya]

“Endlessly adrift, or was it adrift endlessly, dammit.” Lucas scribbled away the small text in his notebook, quickly shifting the flash light that lit his small boat cabin up just barely; he shifted his weight across the bed and knocked the already broken lamp over, cursing as he did so and rising from his cot to clean up the broken glass. He quickly shuffled across the floor, bare foot and cautious of glass to a small box containing a small broom and cleaning kit, he quickly swept it all up and headed up to the deck of the small civilian boat.

“Mornin’, how’d you sleep?” No response again. Lucas rolled his eyes and head towards the side of the boat and dumped the shards of glass over the edge, almost losing his grip on the handle. He turned to face his de facto partner, Franklin Myers, who simply turned and stared for a moment before turning back to steer the swaying and jeering boat.

“We need to communicate, were partners and it only benefits us both if w--.” Lucas was cut off by the sound of fighters, Solarian of course since they were only hours away from the coast; he turned to their direction and saw the dazzling display of a fiery object fall from heaven to earth and land somewhere on the coast, he yelled out in panic at realizing that was the rest of their team.

“Move this damn thing, hurry!” Lucas grabbed hold of Myers; he was quickly pushed back by the angry man who did as Lucas said, begrudgingly however. They would be in the radar range of Solaria soon, less than two hours away and Lucas sped down to the lower decks to gather the supplies to not only infiltrate but to take down a small army. He armed himself with a two NT-1-Revolvers and a Viper SMG before clothing himself in the needed scuba gear and armor, he ran back upstairs with the rest of the gear and supplies and threw a pair of NT-2-Thorns to Myers who would be carrying the rest of the supplies while Lucas scouted out in front of him and fought if needed.

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They came into view of the radar area and loaded there semi-water proofed weapons before diving and punching multiple holes into their vessel. They swam for an hour, by the time they had made it to the dry and muddy beachhead they were too exhausted to move any further then to find cover somewhere past the beach head; they setup camp there and waited out the night before changing into their civilian clothes and making the trek into civilization.

[Northern Solaria]

Alexander watched from a nearby café as the recruit approach the Latnian embassy. The young man wasn't going anywhere; he had too much zeal. When he realized how imperfect his "mother nation" was, he would turn. Become an insurgent bent on creating his own perfect version of Solaria. Which is why he made a perfect agent for a suicide mission. He had enough zeal to risk his life, and if he died it was no big loss to the agency. The coldhearted agent inside Alexander was quite pleased with how well it had worked out.

The young man approached the large building and passed through the initial checkpoint without issue. From there, Alexander monitored the situation from his laptop, a live stream coming from a faux-button camera. The man was equipped with an interesting weapon; a dart shooter disguised as a pen. It was something straight from the mind of Q from the James Bond films; a dart shooter disguised as a common item, loaded with poisoned darts that could kill quickly.

He watched with the same disinterest a person watching a television show on his laptop. The agent approached the second checkpoint, this one equipped more like a airport security zone. He placed the pen on the tray, along with a watch, his shoes, and a Latnian flag pin. Anxiously, he watched the guard as he stepped through the metal detector, waiting for something to happen.

[Latnya]

“Damn, I’ll get this one Mike.” An old guard creaked out of his chair from the booth across the checkpoint area, he spun his small set of keys on his fingers and whistled a joyful tone as he walked towards the Solarian man and the checkpoint; ping, the guards shoulder went continuously until he finally clicked a small mouth piece and talked into it.

“Say what?” The old guard stopped in his tracks, he looked shadily at the Solarian man waiting to be checked out, his eye’s full of curiosity and suspicion. The old guard continued to walk while he waited until a ping stopped him again, “Really, damn I’ll tell him”; the guard placed his hands on his small-arm holstered on his side, quickly gripping it and then laughing as he let go and moved forward.

The guard continued to move forward, picking his pace up after the ping’s finally stopped and finally making it to the checkpoint; he searched through the man’s items effectively giving his carefree attitude that he had only displayed moments ago; regardless though he checked everything out and asked the man to step forward to be patted down.