Embargo of Gholgoth and its nations = MT

[Kingdom of Phoenixia]

Ten minutes after the radio call:
" Still no response sir but there is a single bleep distancing from the rest of the fleet. Looks like a single frigate. One moment sir... They are on a diplomatic mission according to them the volume of the Radio on the Flagship is broken so they can't send a reply. A Admiral Fitzgerald will be there negotiator."
" At least they don't shoot on us. Full speed we will meet them on the half distance between our fleets."
" Aye Sir."
With a, for this size, remarkable speed the Super Dreadnaught take course to the single Maltropian ship.

[Aurora Confederacy]

Genesis C904 humanitarian aid transport aircraft
International airspace
somewhere north of Gholgoth]

The pilot, knowning that things could get interesting shortly is looking at the map, searching for the best route that would allow her to get in and out undercover, without getting bounced by those trying to enforce the blockade.

her options limited, her plane unarmed, hardly agile but its tough.

"jim, are you really sure this is a good idea?, two of us, un armed, ok we got a red cross or two on each wing, and on the tail, but is that really enough to stop them attacking us if they find out we're here, personally, I think we best throw a few thousand feet of altitude away and get down onto the deck, more ground clutter of those mountains, the safer we're gonna be. how well is that cargo strapped down?" she asked

Jim the co pilot looked back, "kat, if its not strapped down, we may find out soon if you are going to do whaaaaaaa...."

Jim didnt get a chance to finish what he was about to say as Kat yanked hard on the stick, forcing the cargo plane to roll onto its back then start to slide earthwards at a rather alarming rate, the manouvre setting off all manner of alarms in the cockpit as the aircraft went into a -3g dive

".....fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!" screamed Jim, Kat however calm as they come, "c'mon baby you can do it, just hold together baby" she uttered, yet in that metallic voice, the planes alert system blared out "OVERSPEED, PULL UP, OVERSPEED PULL UP, OVERSPEED, PULL UP, OVERSPEED PULL UP.....",

As the jet barrelled earthwards, Kat, a former pilot with the VF24 valley dancer squadron eased out the speed brakes and pulled the nose up with just a few hundred feet to spare, the C904 now flying fast and level down a river valley, who ever was watching it on radar has just seen a C904 do a manouvre which only a mad pilot would make it do, Kat however knows where to draw the line.

Levelling out Jim looked at kat, "you trying to kill us both or what you mad cow?" his heart pounding, his head spinning from the spin cycle he has just been through, Kat, as calm as ever just looked at Jim "if i wanted to kill you, i wouldnt have pulled out!"

[Dungeyland]

The crew knew the risks when they took on the mission. Most of them were of Gothic descent, with families at risk due to the heartless blockade of Gholgoth. A commercial airliner, everybody on board knew that one singular missile would spell the end of their lives; they did not care. The Streamline C770 V had its seats stripped out just days ago, in preparation for the airlifting of supplies to the ailing people of Gholgoth.

Lexair said that crew members were under no compulsion to take part in the airlifting and would not receive payment for the assistance in defeating the embargo. Despite this, Head Office saw queues in the hundreds, of Gothic immigrants wishing to aide their old homes in any way possible. Initially, Sky's operation was simply to airlift basic food and medical supplies to Yohannes, Automagfreek, Holy Marsh, and other nations within Gholgoth.

The atmosphere aboard was sharp enough to slice metal. Only the loud throbbing of the engine provided evidence that it was real, and not a sick dream. A loud bang was expected at any moment, and the crew sat chewing their fingernails. Through the plane's PA came the first human contact since leaving Her Majesty's Airport.

"Lexair flight LX316 to Yohannes, please be aware that you are entering a no-fly zone as enforced by the United States of Aerosalia. Whilst you are a civilian vessel, the United States government will use force if the flight does not change course," was the booming sound from a distant ship.

The pilot and the crew chose to ignore this piece of information.

[Aurora Confederacy]

over the radio, Kat heard the lexair transmission..

"Lima X-Ray four one three, this is Mike Echo Romeo Charlie Alpha zero one, get down low, repeat get down low, you are vunerable up there, use ground, repeat use ground".

By now the Airspace of No Endorse is just a few hundred miles away, but the scenery, if you can call it that is flashing by as the C904 hares down a river valley, flying fast and low, using terrain masking to some degree to shield it from hostile radar. Kat has also turned off the aircrafts radar systems, she is flying this aircraft old school, Jim using a compass, map and a stopwatch, making for an interesting flight, especially as bridges and power lines are passing by ABOVE the C904.

For Jim, this is a rough ride as Kat is hurling the aircraft from one wing bank angle to the other, throwing it around like a WW2 bomber on a low altitude run. he looks at Kat, "just tell me, what the hell did you get bounced out of VF24 for?", his voice raised, his tone somewhat un nerved, in contrast to that of Kat.

Kat looked at Jim, "do you really wanna know?"

Jim's reply, "yes i freakin do wanna know, before i rewrite my will!"

Kat turned to Jim, "I had a lil bit of fun with a container ship, kinda blow dried it, went 90 degrees between holds two and four on full burner, civvy dint like it so much, you got a problem wi'dat homie?"

[Rotovia-]

Constitutional Republic of Rotovia
Ministry for National Defence

PRESS RELEASE

RE: Gholgoth embargo, security

Concerned about the escalating tension and tactical hostility of international relations at this time, Rotovian Naval Command has been authorised to dispatch a tactical fleet to international waters surrounding Gholgoth in a peace keeping capacity.

These vessels are fully permitted to take any and all steps necessary to ensure the security and success of their operations. The Vice President elaborated "We will not commit our brave sailors to this great task without the tools to come home victorious and safe. If they are faced with hostile opposition in conducting operations within the international zone, we will stand by our commanding officers in the event they need to take preventive action"

Rotovian Naval Command has dispatched the 11th Tactical Fleet with an additional aircraft carrier to assist with aerial patrols.

Please note, the security operational status has been upgraded to Level 4.

[Subcon Upon Roentgen Fields]

Roentgen Broadcast

"Attention all vessels within Gholgothic waters registered under the flag of Subcon Upon Roentgen Fields. The Adhocracy of Siphon, by emergency order by Premier Drake Kyzburg, hereby declares Gholgothic waters unsafe due to the ongoing embargo and the threat of heavy military action offshore. All vessels are urged to return, and to remain, in port, for the safety of the Roentgen populace. We repeat, all Roentgen vessels are to return to port immediately. This message will repeat."

Message To The Fleets Entering Gholgothic Waters

"Attention foreign entities within the territorial waters of Gholgothic. The government of Subcon Upon Roentgen Fields wishes to declare it's acknowledgement of the de facto state of the blockade, and despite our protest as to the effect that this having upon us, in the interest of sparing lives, we hereby declare that all Roentgen vessels are returning to port to avert or provoke any further incidents. We request that foreign vessels maintain a distance of twenty four nautical miles for the time being from the continent of Subcon and the territorial islands claimed by Subcon Upon Roentgen Fields. This message will repeat."

[Hippostania]

We have carefully monitored the situation currently taking place in Gholgoth, and the rapid escalation which is a major concern to us. While not exactly a major trade partner, there are nations in Gholgoth which are fairly important to the Hippostanian economy. Due to the embargo, our exports to and imports from Gholgoth will be severly reduced, which might affect the normally stable Hippostanian economy. We are already embargoed by several left-wing nations, and this embargo may indeed damage the Hippostanian economy so radically that we must take steps to prevent this recession from turning into a depression.

As such, the Hippostanian Oil Corporation better known as Hippoil will hereby cease all oil imports. This radical action is necessary to provide Hippostanian citizens with adequate amounts of fuel, gasoline and other oil products. Hippostanian Defense Systems will also severly reduce all further weapons imports due to the dramatically risen price of raw materials which are also needed in Hippostania.

Such drastic actions have never before taken place in Hippostania. Should this situation continue, it is very much possible that the Hippostanian Armed Forces will have to intervene to protect our national interests and the well-being of Hippostanian nationals. I hope that it doesn't come to that and this situation can be resolved with diplomatic means.

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Signed by

Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of the Republic of Hippostania

[Alexiandra]

Alexiandran Imperial Statement
325 Hallow Street
Lockbourne
AD7 2AX
0223 809 703

Alexiandran Communique

Official Imperial Statement

It is pure necessity that drives me to pen this communiqué. Necessity born of the sudden, global economic downturn triggered by the rash, unnecessary actions undertaken by the government of Aerosalia. This previously unknown nation has kickstarted a global recession by declaring an embargo of Gholgoth, causing the shutdown of reputable businesses such as Yohannes' Bundesbank and the Anemonian State Arms Export Authority. Within a matter of hours, dozens of nations have joined this renegade faction. However, such wanton aggression must not be sensationalised or promoted on the world stage. The consequences of what may seem to be a game to the Aerosalian government can already be felt around the globe, with a massive recession on the horizon. Alexiandra, being a proud, righteous empire, will not sit idly by and allow this reign of chaos to continue. The government of this great nation hereby announces its intent to stand with the beleaguered nations of Gholgoth against the rising tide of anarchy which threatens to smash against the vessels of stability. The New Empire of Alexiandra, as of this day, is in a state of war with the United States of Aerosalia.

Signed and approved,



Lance Wydra, Emperor of Alexiandra.

[Aurora Confederacy]

C904 humanitarian transport aircraft
NO Endorsian Airspace
23:30hrs
altitude - minimal

Flying with no navigation lights, cockpit lights turned down low on the dashboard, the C904 charges on, flying at rooftop height, destination somewhere inside Gholgoth, the aircraft is skimming over rooftops and under high voltage powerlines, occasionally having to climb up and back down again if they are particularly low.

Kat makes a turn to face a heading of one-nine-seven degrees, keeping the turn relatively shallow to avoid dipping the wings too low, the co pilot, Jim Houston, an airline pilot by trade, is somewhat un nerved by Kat throwing the C904 around like a ww2 bomber aircraft.

After an hour of jinking and diving, open water, Kat took the plane down lower, so low that the airflow around the aircraft is creating a ripple in the water, the best way for the aircraft to avoid detection by potentially hostile radar. Jim keeps a sharp lookout, looking for silhouetted ships on the horizon which at this speed would be closing at 3 to 400km/h, kat isn't hanging around, she is pushing hard.

"trawler in the water dead ahead" he barks, Kat pulls up slightly, then back down the other side. The small Naacali trawler rocking violently after getting a broadside from the pressure wave from the C904. What was not fastenned down on the trawlers deck is now in the ocean. "cargo ship port quarter", Kat moved to the starboard, flying across its bow, so low that the fuselage was obscured by the shipping containers on its deck, there was no one at the helm, cargo ship was on autopilot, but it certainly gave Kat her buzz!

Finally, Naacali coast....

[Austria-Bohemia-Hungary]

It was Monday morning in Vienna, slightly breezy but sunny late summer weather nevertheless, it showed no hints of the upcoming hell breaking loose all over the ancient city. At Hofburg, where Leonore Fürstin von Metternich was enjoying morning-coffee with the Monarch. She had just been appointed Imperial and Royal Foreign Minister by the Minister-President, replacing Fürstin vin Lohenstein who had precipitated an international crisis against the Monarchy over Karenytenia.
In the middle of it, Metternich received a bundle of Gholgothian newspapers on the desk. At the sight of them, she paled immediately, her first thought was that the Treasury wouldn't like this at all, her second thought was the reports from the intelligence branch of the Ministry on her desk, they contained everything she needed to know about this worrying situation; her third thought was her cellphone, excusing herself from the Monarch, she dialed Großadmiral Lovisoni, inspector for the War Navy. Luckily, Francesca Lovisoni was already aware of the crisis, and concurred with her that this commendable but suicidal action needed to cease now, the sooner the better. For this, Operations Group „Peschera”, fresh from Karenytenia, was redeployed as soon as they were ready to Aerosalia itself, by a show of force in their own waters, the Hofkriegsrath hoped to knock the instigator out of action and call off this madness.

From: The Imperial and Royal Foregin Ministry
To: The United States of Aerosalia and other powers supporting the blockade against Gholgoth
Encryption Level: Alpha

The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry is most vexed by this idealistic venture committed by you against entities that can wipe you out near instantaneously without batting an eyelid. The only reason they have not done so we presume would be concern for the needless bloodshed that would ensure of innocent civilians, although that would be surprising indeed that any Gothic lord would consider avoiding bloodshed. As of now, whether or not they would spare your collective lives is however neither here nor there.
You have forced the Monarchy to employ several drastic economic measures to contain the damage you have caused with this wanton blockade, instigated in the name of your own good feelings.
The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry demands that the United States of Aerosalia immediately calls off its indiscriminate blockade against such honourable entities such as the Anemosian Empire and the Yohannesian Commonwealth, lest the United States of Aerosalia be starved to death by a blockade of the Imperial and Royal War Navy, you have three days to comply with these demands until our fleet deploys outside your ports and starts burning your fields.

Yours Sincerely
The Imperial and Royal Foreign Minister and Privy House-, Court-, and State-Chancellor for Foreign Affairs
Her Serene Highness Leonore Clementine Pauline Reichsfürstin von Metternich-Winneburg zu Beilstein

[New Beauvais]

Amiens, the Principality-

"What the hell do I do?" asked an angry and bewildered Comte Charles Ascott, Count and Viceroy of Sodor. The man he was asking was Sir Thomas Bellamy, Secretary of War, and currently the most bewildered man in the Principality. He was prepared for a response by Akimonad naturally enough, but the response from the Morivaine Republic threw him completely. He knew that Akimonad and Moreaux were allies. Almost everyone in Maredoratica was an ally of Moreaux. What he hadn't expected was that Moreaux would actually notice this small conflict against the larger backdrop of global disaster. That was proving to be the most consequential mistake of his career and quite possibly his entire life. That little island held the fate of New Beauvais in the balance. "I simply don't know, Comte Charles," Thomas replied in a strained tone "I'm trying to organise reinforcements for your Viceroyalty, but I'm afraid it's not as easy as any of us would like. I'm also trying to mobilise reservists to defend our actual homeland and not just precious Sodor." Comte Ascott noticed the dripping sarcasm, but let it go. Sir Bellamy gave a slight nod. "The reinforcement transport is the SA Libération. I suggest you be aboard."

Henri Nice-Fontaine, Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Duc of Metz, and Vicomte of Troyes, was not having a day much improved. There had been several times during the course of the day when the barrage of messages and communiques had just come too much, and he had to slip out of his office for a brief breathe of fresh air. Where were Minnysotan naval forces? He couldn't tell you. Who all was siding with Gholgoth? He didn't. The largest diplomatic event in the history of ever and Henri Nice-Fontaine had no idea just what the hell was going on. At first keeping an eye on the conflict was relatively smooth-sailing, but then as the Defence Ministry stepped up Operation Pincushion and the shockwave economic effects of the blockade became apparent to all more and more nations leapt into the fray in a desperate bid to save their failing economies. Then it all slipped to hell and as time went on Henri had less and less of an idea what was going on. The Marquis of Poitiers -who also happened to be Minister of Economic Matters- had committed suicide once news of the Yohannesian shut-down occurred and Minister Marchand was rumoured to be taken with the melancholy. Naval exchanges during the blockade, and especially off and within the Minnysotan EEZ were particularly difficult to keep track of due to the lack of Beavaiseur eyes in that area. They would just have to keep from doing something stupid, then.

"There's a Morivaine blockade in Y Channel, enforced by aircraft. However we can just ignore the blockade and strike north. South Terra is marked as Morivaine territory, but the North Terrans are Bjarmese and shouldn't give us any trouble. After rounding North Terra we can make a straight run for Sodor or we can try to hug the Middle Eastern coast for a bit before driving up. The Libération is a fast ship with decent guns, so as long as we keep any potential encounter short, either route would work fine." Captain Urbain Émilien stared at the Naval advisor. He had never in his life seen someone so fat with such a squeaky voice. It was only when the advisor began to notice Captain Émilien's stare that the Captain said "We'll go for the straight run. I don't want to keep our boys stuck on that god-forsaken island for long. When should she be ready to go?" The advisor -Duchamp, was it?- looked out of the window into the mobilising streets below. All of New Beauvais was mobilising. Soldiers had put down the riots and there were military transports roaming the streets of ever major city. Here in Chambéry it was always a bit more difficult as the nation's only major port. The Rennes 1er Artillerie was being deployed as a supplement to the Division already in Sodor, with the 1er peloton d'infanterie Metz, 1er peloton d'infanterie Troyes, and the 8e Chats d'enfer Bataillon as main reinforcements.The Libération would set sail that evening, but until then there was much to be done.

La Vice-Royauté de Sodor-

Sodor was anything but godforsaken. Colonel Marcel Housinger, Gouverneur Militaire for the island in the absence of civilian authority, was indeed enjoying the highlight of his career. Although there was the constant worry of an Akimonadi airstrike for which they would be simply unprepared, otherwise defences were coming along nicely. The mansion he had commandeered was heavily fortified with steel, concrete, and sandbags and machinegunners were posted at the windows to assist the snipers on the roof. Checkpoints were established a regular intervals throughout the island and out of the 740 soldiers stationed on the island, 400 remained unassigned in order to defend the new county at a moment's notice. With a population composed almost entirely of tourists and ageing retirees Sodor required the absolute minimum of men to keep civil order and that's just the way Housinger liked it.

Of course, if the Colonel had anything to do with it there would be no reason of civil unrest. Within hours of raising the Beauvaiseur flag over the island Colonel Housinger issued a directive stating that any soldier caught perpetuating of rape, looting, or any dishonourable activity would be immediately court-martialed and shot. Claims courts were also established to hear cases of compensation on behalf of any former-Akimonadi citizen whose property was damaged during the liberation. Even if the citizens considered themselves to be Akimonadi citizens under occupation, Housinger considered them to be Beauvaiseur citizens no different from those at home, and they were to be treated as such.

A knock on his office door disturbed his thoughts. "Come in." he ordered curtly. It was Prosper Rainier, civilian representative until the Viceroy got there. "Monsieur, i have received a wire that the SA Libération is en route now with reinforcements. We should expect them soon, they say. ORBAT indicates an artillery battery with AA guns along with about one thousand infanterymen to reinforce." A broad grin split Col. Housinger's face. "Magnifique. We may hold on to this slice of paradise for awhile yet."

[Tergnitz]

“ We stand at a junction, with roads leading to both abject defeat and glorious victory.”

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Operation League Shield

Onboard the Battleship TICV Emperor’s Gaze
International Waters - Near Gholgoth
August 26th

A fine mist swirled gently around High Admiral Francis, the salty water kissing the naked skin of his forehead as the Emperor’s Gaze powered through the dense waves. The prow of the vessel descended gracefully before crashing through another wave, showering the High Admiral yet again, but he didn’t mind. His uniform was drenched, clinging to the muscular structure of his body slightly uncomfortably; however Francis simply dismissed the slight annoyance and enjoyed the strong salty tang as he licked his lips slowly. Eyes closed, hands clasped firmly behind his back, the left on top of the right, the High Admiral cut a statuesque pose; which was exactly why Commodore Quintino was so reluctant to interrupt him.

“You have something to say Commodore?” Asked Francis in a gravely tone, causing the young Commodore to involuntarily flinch with surprise. “Sir,” replied Quintino, throwing the High Admiral a by-the-book salute, even though he wasn’t facing him. “Imperial High Command sent through a priority transmission for you. It instructed that you be informed immediately,” said the Commodore, offering the High Admiral a slightly damp piece of paper. Francis turned around slowly and eyed the Commodore wearily. Quintino managed to suppress his urge to stare at the High Admiral’s face, particularly at the three large scars which had replaced the location of his left eye. It was rumoured among the men that Francis had received the wound as a 2nd Lieutenant; knife-fighting a trio of local savages outside a bar in some piss-hole third world country. Another rumour insisted that it was due to some freak training accident. According to the tale, a lowly seaman during basic training at the Imperial Naval Academy had boastfully challenged his superior at the time, the now High Admiral, to a knife dual. It was said that the man had given him that scar, before disappearing from the face of the Earth. Regardless of its origins, Francis wore the wound with pride, declining any surgery or even an eye-patch to mask it.

He reached out and grasped the piece of paper before gently prising it from the Commodore’s grip. He then turned back around to face the wide expanse of the ocean and silently read the order slip.



TO: High Admiral Francis – TICV Emperor’s Gaze
FROM: Imperial Defence Ministry
PRIORITY: Bdh-56
ENCRYPTION: Vermillion

- High Admiral, His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor, hereby orders you to make all due haste towards the regional cluster commonly known as Gholgoth. Once accomplished, you will remain on-station within Gholgoth’s waters, yet outside any fixed embargo ‘exclusion zone.’ At this time, you will be representing the League of Imperial Nations; and as such, your naval force will be responsible for the defence of any League shipping within the vicinity of the Gholgoth region. You are to use your strategic discretion to protect any and all League interests. Self-defence of the Fleet regarding any hostile enemy actions is authorised. You are not to engage opposing forces unless you fired upon first under any circumstances; unless said engagement is in the interests of the Dominion, League or safety of the Fleet.


Francis memorized every detail contained with the message, before crumpling it up in his right hand. He pocketed the piece of paper and closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, reading himself for the coming storm. Meticulously, he went over various battle strategies in his head, all of which centred on the reaction by the coalition of embargoing nations to the arrival of his forces. He opened his eyes and gazed fondly out over the ocean, “So tranquil, so serene, yet so fake,” he said under his breath. “Sir,” asked Quintino in a confused tone. Francis turned around the spot and proceeded to walk briskly towards the Gaze’s central superstructure, ignoring the bewildered expression on the Commodore’s face.

“Attention!” Barked out a senior NCO as Francis entered the Gaze’s bridge, “At ease, back to your duties,” replied the High Admiral dismissively. The Gaze’s Captain approached Francis looking uncertain, “Sir,” he said, saluting briskly. “There have been several developments over the past ten minutes.” The Captain proceeded to turn around to face the main command console, retrieving several sheets of stapled paper, “These documents have been faxed through by Imperial High Command and officially establish this Fleet as a League Naval Expeditionary Force.” Nodding to the Captain, Francis walked towards and sat down in his command chair in the center of the room before responding, “Excellent Captain. Now with all those little details set-out, we can finally get underway. Signal the rest of the Fleet, we’re heading for Gholgoth territorial waters.”

[Rotovia-]

Constitutional Republic of Rotovia
Ministry for Foreign Affairs

To: The Imperial and Royal Foreign Minister and Privy House-, Court-, and State-Chancellor for Foreign Affairs, The Imperial and Royal Foregin Ministry
From: The Foreign Ministry, Rotovia

We request the threat of war be withdrawn immediately, and that a more stable representative be appointed to manage relations between our nations.

for and on behalf of:
The Right Honourable Minister for Foreign Affairs

OOC: Thanks Aurora Confederacy

[Austria-Bohemia-Hungary]

To: The Entity of Rotovia
From: The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry
Encryption Level: Gamma

The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry regret to announce that we have no interest to negotiate while with a dagger against the welfare of our citizens, a number of which had deposits in the Yohannesian Bundesbank, or sit passively by as your idealistic adventures ruins the economies of a sizeable part of the world. Thusly, your demands that we recall our navy is falling on deaf ears.
We see fit to demand in turn that you cease and desist harming with this wanton blockade our trading partners at once or face the consequences.

Yours Sincerely
The Imperial and Royal Foreign Minister
Her Serene Highness Leonore Clementine Pauline Reichsfürstin von Metternich-Winneburg zu Beilstein

P.S.: I find it laughingly juvenile of you to accuse me of warmongering and being mentally unstable while you, titled Right Honourable hold a dagger against the welfare of several nations denizens.

[Aurora Confederacy]

Naacali airspace
Genesis C904 Humanitarian airlift aircraft
altitude, low level

Flying at around 200 feet, Kat looks carefully at the view ahead, concentrating carefully on the view ahead, "Jim, there dead ahead, an airport, think here or mount Schivano?",

Jim looked at the dull shape of the runway, "Naacali control, anyone home??"

he waited for an answer, "Kat, hell Mount Schivano, after the ride in, WHAT are you nuts?, perhaps we should land here"....

Kat pulled up to get a visual of the dirt strip, its a little short, grass strip, normally frequented by single engined piston powered planes, getting the C904 in will be a rough landing, after which, She circled twice, eyeing up the runway, navigation lights still off.

on seeing it is relatively deserted, the decision is made, Kat eases the throttles back and pulls down the flaps, then lowers the gear.

7 green lights appear on the dashboard, all gear down and locked, 50 feet to threshold, 40, 20, 10, THU--THUMP, the relief was clear, the C904 had landed, not quite in the right place, BUT it was here in Gholgoth territory.

Kat looked at Jim, "see man, what you worried over, we landed, and it looks like we're all in one piece, as is the bird, a successful landing if i may say so myself"

The twin thrusters howled hard as the C904 came to a stop somewhere inside Gholgoth, somewhere.

[Rotovia-]

To: The Entity of Rotovia
From: The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry
Encryption Level: Gamma

The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry regret to announce that we have no interest to negotiate while with a dagger against the welfare of our citizens, a number of which had deposits in the Yohannesian Bundesbank, or sit passively by as your idealistic adventures ruins the economies of a sizeable part of the world. Thusly, your demands that we recall our navy is falling on deaf ears.
We see fit to demand in turn that you cease and desist harming with this wanton blockade our trading partners at once or face the consequences.

Yours Sincerely
The Imperial and Royal Foreign Minister
Her Serene Highness Leonore Clementine Pauline Reichsfürstin von Metternich-Winneburg zu Beilstein

P.S.: I find it laughingly juvenile of you to accuse me of warmongering and being mentally unstable while you, titled Right Honourable hold a dagger against the welfare of several nations denizens.

Constitutional Republic of Rotovia
Ministry for Foreign Affairs

To: The Imperial and Royal Foreign Minister and Privy House-, Court-, and State-Chancellor for Foreign Affairs, The Imperial and Royal Foreign Ministry
From: The Foreign Ministry, Rotovia

It will therefore be no doubt welcome news to your government to discover trade sanctions imposed by the Constitutional Republic have no direct affect upon the discharge of your funds in a private institution. That is, while we may prohibit trading with nations in the Gholgoth region, we cannot (and have no desire to) prevent your citizens conducting lawful business which does not otherwise concern us.

The application of a sanction by Rotovia against a relatively small region is of minor economic significance to broader economic community, however the decision of financial firms within Gholgoth to close has no doubt affected their own economies and yours to a far more significant degree. We regret the economic hardship your nation faces at this time, and will continue to place diplomatic pressure on Gholgoth to reopen financial institutions, and come to the negotiating table so sanctions can be resolved. This is in everyone's economic interests.

[signed]
Rt Hon. Lady. Dr. Sarah Hours
Minister for Foreign Affairs

[Rotovia-]

Constitutional Republic of Rotovia
Ministry for Foreign Affairs

PRESS RELEASE

Rotovia opens door to peace

The Foreign Ministry has confirmed the Privy Council may approve temporary reductions in sanctions in the event parties involved in the current Gholgoth dispute agree to meet to discuss resolving the pending economic crises, and restoring economic stability.

"It is our deserve to see the diplomatic process used to fundamentally change the way certain nation interact with the international community, and we remain committed to achieving that through non-violent means. What we have seen today is a triumph for the proponents of soft-power, but also an alarming warning that our military forces can be just as likely to exacerbate a problem, as resolve it" stated Vice President Hours at this afternoon's press briefing

An approach has also been made by the Office of the President with a view towards contributing to an international fund aimed at ameliorating the damage caused by the current state of trade suspensions through short terms loans as an expression of commitment to ensuring the applications of diplomatic pressure is not damaging to third party nations.

Vice President Hours, however, repeated calls for Gholgoth based financial institutions to open stating "These closures are primarily harming nations who are not imposing sanctions against Gholgoth. At best they amount to a scatter-gun or scorched Earth approach, and at worst represent a deliberate act of economic vandalism"

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[Aurora Confederacy]

In the presidential palace, Zafferana, with her morning afternoon paper comes out of the back room, leaving her two wives in the bed, she quickly makes her way down the stairs to the government communications office and issues a press release

over the radio, broadcast on all networks on prime time news

"To the governments of United World Order and Aerosalia, The world urges you to take a step back and lay down your arms, take the line of diplomacy and not the destructive line of war that you have caused, all parties in this dispute are urged to make their way to Geneva, Switzerland to begin urgent talks before this crisis snowballs further.

This action does to serve no one, but only to bring financial harm to all nations. It is not too late to begin the line of diplomacy, now do the right thing and take the line of diplomacy, for your sake, for our sake, for everyones sake."
the transmission ends, allowing news casters to take up other stories.

[The Lower Realm]

25 August 2012

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It just seemed like The Lower Realm couldn't get a break. First an international terrorist hunt, then a meeting gone sour with a foreign ambassador, and now this. What was this? An international screw-up it looked like. All he, Edward Nilhelm, prime minister of The Lower Realm, knew, though, was that ever since this mess had started, the world economy was in the trash. To him, it was obvious which side The Lower Realm should be on. If Gholgoth were to fall, the effects would be catastrophic. Unfortunately, though, the Prime Minister did not have the authority to declare war. That power lie solely with the Parliament, and how they were a picky bunch. Edward was quite confident, however, that Parliament would vote to aid Gholgoth in this conflict, as Wolf and Sparrow had already taken a hit over it.

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In the dark, abysmal chambers of Parliament, Nilhelm was furiously debating his point. He had even recruited the help of General Melville to sway them. It seemed hopeless. Several key figures in Parliament just crossed their arms over their chest and sat there, contented to cite the Perry Doctrine's views on neutrality. Suddenly, Nilhelm snapped,
"Look, you bunch of pussy-footing white-wigged lumps! The very fate of the world lies hinged to this thread of hope. If Gholgoth falls, the world falls with it! If you don't approve this, then I will be forced to-"

Nilhelm was interrupted by the Speaker, "Mr. Nilhelm, I think that's quite enough." He said, having regained his composure after such an uncharacteristic outburst from the Prime Minister.

In response, Nilhelm merely looked the Speaker in the eye and mouthed "Shut up." at him, continuing on his point, "I will be forced to... act on my own authority under Executive Law 14." The silence was extraordinary. The chamber had never been silent in living history. The Prime Minister referred to an old, nearly forgotten law in Realmian history; some historians even doubted the validity of its continued relevance and authority. When this law was ratified, the Prime Minister was known as the President. While it was generally accepted that the Prime Minister was the reincarnation of the President, some powers had been taken away, thus the debate over the validity of the laws.

Executive Law 14 states, in summary, that in times of desperation, the President, or now, the Prime Minister, could declare a sort of Martial-Law, taking away the Parliament's ability to mandate warfare.

The previous silence turned to outrage, one key figure in the chamber even stood up and yelled, "We will not be threatened! And we WILL remain neutral!"

Edward walked out of the room, instructing his aide to broadcast that Executive Law 14 was now in effect. He spoke with General Melville on the way out of the building, "Bring me Admiral Jennings. I want a task force heading to Gholgoth's blockade by sun down."

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26 August 2012

Admiral Jennings himself had been sent on his flagship, the HMS Redoubtable, a Sovereign Mk. III Aircraft Carrier, he was under orders to travel to Minnysotan waters to assist whatever friendly faces he might find. He had just sat down in his chair on the bridge with his coffee. It was a completely uneventful morning.

x1 Sovereign Mk. III Aircraft Carriers CVN
x5 Vojna class Battle-Cruisers CGN
x10 Dyavola Class Destroyers DDG
x15 Wisconsin Class Frigate FFG
x9 Kitrost Class Multi-role submarine

Carrier based:
x75 M.Cs 82/FD Illusion FD

[The Naacal]

Trawler Ke'Laras
Western Coastal Waters

The small trawler was drawing in it's nets, preparing toload their bounty of fish into the cargo hold. The crew had heard of the blockade and the fighting that had broken out at sporadic points but were not too concerned as they were thousands of miles away from the combat zones. Suddenly an aircraft roared over head at high speed. It was a large transport plane, skimming the waters as it headed towards the looming wall of cliffs that surrounded the Imperium's territory. The shockwave rocked the fishing boat, hurling most of the harvested fish back into the water. One of the men on the lines was pitched overboard as we was leaning over the transom at the time and lost his balance.

"Infinity damn that bastard! He just ruined a day's work!" shouted Xelara, the small ship's captain and owner. "He ran into the bridge and promptly called the Coastal Guard. "This is private fishing vessel K'Laras. Priority Transmission Level Gam. Unidentified aircraft heading for the cliff wall, course is 250." He waited until he heard an aknowledgement from the Coastal Guard radio operator, then released the mic key as he went back on the deck where the crew was helping the man tossed overboard by th eplane's passage.

"Don't just stand there, secure the remaining fish and then get the fucking nets back in the water!"

Coastal Defense Fortress Xedi-21
Eastern Coastline

The sprawling base had been builtlike its many companions atop and inside the massive cliffs that formed the borders of the Imperium's terriotry. Upon receiving a report from the Coastal Guard regarding a low flying aircraft the base commander had ordered a triad of Le-21 fighters scrambled and vectored to the course the fishing boat's captain had reported the unknown contact was on.

As the fighters streaked off to intercept, ground units at Army stations along the projected flight path went on alert, to repel any commando raids or other hostile actions the plane might attempt. Then the speakers in the Combat Command room crackled to life as a transmission came in.

"Naacali control, anyone home??"

Touching a transmit key,one of the duty air defense officers spoke into his microphone. "This is Imperial Coastal Defense Fortress Xedi-21. Unknown aircraft you are asked to identify immediately or face prompt attack. You are entering Imperium airspace without permission. Repeat: Ientify immediately or you will be treated as hostile and destroyed."

Local Airport, Town of Neltarra-Amelyth

The radar screen in the small control tower lit up with a blip, startling the lone occupant on duty. The small airport was still in the process of construction, indeed the runway had not even been paved yet. When the plane radioed in, he quickly replied. "This is Neltarra-Amelyth Tower to unknown flight, give your identification and registry. Over." He then immediately called the town Police station and the local Imperial Army base as unbelievably he looked out the tower's window and saw the plane on final approach.

At the police station, 4 officers ran to their vehicles, a patrol cruiser and 2 motorcycles. They started up and headed out to the field, lights flashing and sirens blaring. When they got to the airport the aircraft had just landed. Two of the police officers readied L-19 submachineguns, while a sergeant in the cruiser got out and waited for the aircraft to stop. After unclipping his holster's safesty restraint and patting his trusty ticket book, he reached for his cruiser's mic and toggled the PA speaker.

"ATTENTION UNIDENTIFIED AIRCRAFT. THIS IS SGT. AMEREN-LENALLE OF THE NELTARRA-AMELYTH POLICE DEPARTMENT! ALL CREW ARE TO DISEMBARK SLOWLY, MAKE NO SHARP MOVEMENTS OR IT WILL GO...BADLY."

Meanwhile a platoon of infantry from the nearest army station boarded their Sarath IFV's and headed out on the way to the small town to support it's small police department.

[Automagfreek]

The 7th Navy was hammering the UWO ships hard, firing greater numbers of missiles in subsequent waves, five, six, seven hundred per wave. The 'Dreadfire' class super dreadnought FES-Kathaaria, was handling the bulk of the missile launches, allowing the stores of the smaller frigates and such to remain intact. The decision by Warchief Brinks to increase his defensive ring of security would pay dividends as AWACS detected inbound targets from the opposite direction of the UWO engagement. It would appear that enemy reinforcements had arrived, but the fleet was already well prepared.

'Stratosfighter-II-E's' began immediately jamming and spoofing the inbound missiles, themselves few in number. Fleet based electronics warfare platforms also came online, and ELINT operations were in full swing. The intense full spectrum electronic attack would help ensure that many could not find their target, but regardless all inbound munitions were treated as unmolested. The squadrons of fighters holding formation on the outer picket line immediately turned towards the action, locking onto the missiles with AAM-1D 'Hellrage' medium range air-to-air missiles, the most advanced and agile weapons the FA-40 'Sirins' possessed. Long range fleet missile defenses were already fully online, and would promptly engage with long range interceptor weapons and rolling airframe missiles should any hostile ordnance pass through the aerial defenses. FAH-2 'Vassago' attack helicopters were also scrambled from the FES-Kathaaria, and were outfitted with air-to-air missiles and would assist the outer defensive ships with protection of the airspace.

As the unknown enemy planes drew closer, they were greeted by a salvo of AAL-2 'Skewer' long range air-to-air missiles, their active radar and IR seekers turned off and relying solely on AWACS data until they drew danger close. The disruption caused by the intense EW attack would play hell with the enemy's passive detection, as the bombardment of conflicting data would almost surely force them to go active. UAV's which had been deployed in droves began actively filling the air with radar signatures in order to help draw the missiles off the Freekish warplanes and towards themselves, as the EW bombardment was likely to force the missiles to choose targets with the strongest radar return signatures.

The Freekish planes, outnumbering the attacking aircraft several times over, began to attack from three sides, hoping to envelop the enemy and overwhelm them before fresh attacks could be launched. FA-40's danced nimbly throughout the skies, locking on and firing their missiles quickly before changing altitudes and re-engaging. AWACS had reported that a second assault was taking place by the same unknown foe, and similar measures were taken to defeat the threat. ELINT was beginning to bear fruit, and it was determined that there was an intense exchange of electronic signals taking place between the attacks and a series of satellites orbiting above, some of it burning through the intense EW bombardment. Without hesitation, Warchief Brinks ordered an ASAT launch to destroy the belligerent satellites and thus cripple the enemy's ability to rapidly exchange communications and data.

The attack against the UWO fleet was a bizarre one at that, for the enemy appeared to be shutting down their radar systems almost immediately in an attempt to avoid the anti-radiation missiles. While this worked for the most part, the missiles simply continued on and searched for fresh active radar signatures, most particularly those coming from the enemy fleet below. The AAL-2 'Skewer' long range air-to-air missiles, however, were not anti-radiation missiles, and were not affected by the absence of enemy radar. In fact, this made their job all the easier, as it would be impossible for the enemy to detect their presence with AWACS and fighter based radar systems turned off. When Freekish AWACS detected the noticeable decline in enemy radar broadcasting, the massive swarms of friendly fighters let loose with a hailstorm of missiles, sending them forth in crippling waves before the enemy could power their radar systems back up.

The feeble counterattack of anti-radiation missiles was promptly engaged and defeated by the AM-25 'Stratosfighter II's' by means of AAM-1D 'Hellrage' medium range missiles. Freekish AWACS were operating far enough away from the action so as to be able to provide critical radar data but yet remain somewhat distant from the fighting. These assets were always escorted and adequately defended. It was also brought to the attention of Warchief Brinks that the UWO fleet was moving towards the Freekish fighters, and using SAM's to try and cover their own fighters. Bringing their ships into the air battle would prove to be a critical mistake, as they were now in range of air launched anti-shipping missiles, which were sent forth in droves by the secondary wave of Freekish warplanes. Fleet launched sea skimming stealth anti-shipping missiles were now being slung en masse, sent towards the hostile ships which had now moved into the fray. The combat experience and overwhelming technological advantages of the Freeks, and series of enemy blunders were shaping this battle into a decisive one.

[Kingdom of Phoenixia]

Half an hour before the Ship arrives a new message came from the Admiralty in New Hope.
" New Orders sir, the Maltropian Fleet is not to be attacked except in self defense. They are a neutral nation and no blockading fleet. Also Yohannes declared neutrality in the whole case. The admiralty orders us to leave into international Waters between Kyrrusia and Mynnisota asap until further orders."
" Is this confirmed ?"
" Highest encryption and they used the actual codes."
" Alright then tell this Maltropian admiral that we have no intentions to take hostile actions and that we will leave his range as soon as possible."
" Aye sir, which Admiral ?"
" To the flagship, I believe they should repaired this radio until now."
" Aye Sir."

to the Maltropian Fleet:
We have no hostile intentions towards your fleet, we consider your fleet as neutral until your action proved it otherwise.
Because of our orders we are halted to recon all fleets for potential blockade ships. This is not the case here.
We will be leaving soon and beg you to unload your weapon systems.
sincerely
Admiral Lehmann, first Phoenixian fleet.

[Van Luxemburg]

Press Auditorium, Demokrätiepalast
Luxembourg, Van Luxemburg, Maredoratica

The auditorium, which could seat around 500 members of the press, was absolutely packed, people were standing in pathways and near entrances as they were unable to find a seat, and still more people were coming in. The security personnel became more and more nervous by the minute, realizing that they were breaking every rule set by the fire department and would be unable to evacuate the entire room in case of an emergency as it had been filled far beyond its usual capacity. Various officials tried to make their way through the crowds as they had been told to calm down the crowd before the press conference. To little avail, obviously, as a team of ten officials could hardly control a crowd of over 500 journalists.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention, please? The Minister of Economic Affairs will host a press conference on the current worldwide events.’

Immediately, the room became quiet. A sizeable group of men and women in suits stepped onto the stage, taking their designated places behind a long table, which had gathered an impressive collection of microphones from a variety of news outlets by now.

‘Members of the press, all attending, I want to express my gratitude for your attendance at this event. First of all, I will be attempting to explicate the position of Van Luxemburg in the global economic downturn, and our current response. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, His Excellency Jens Blom seated to my right here, will then elaborate on our response to the specific events in Gholgoth and Maredoratica. The gentlemen Paping and Reinders, on my left, as well as Miss Becker on my right will then comment on the position of the Van Luxemburger Stock Exchange BESA, Van Luxemburger National Bank and automobile manufacturer VLT, respectively.’ The minister spoke first, her tone somewhat friendly, but serious. She straightened up her posture as the first of the supporting slides appeared on the projection screen behind her.

‘As we are all aware, several nations have instated an embargo, or even a blockade of the region of Gholgoth. Several important trading partners of ours are located within this geographical region, and it is hard to imagine that we would not be affected by this crisis. So far, we have received messages from various Van Luxemburger companies. For the Van Luxemburger government and its finances, the effects are relatively minor. Because of our neutrality and reliance on a domestic military industry, we have no contracts or any other dealings with the war industry of Gholgoth, and our security will remain guaranteed. The government has most of its money invested in Maredoratica proper, and only a minor amount of our government’s reserves had been located outside of the region. In general, we expect we can rely on our trade ties in Maredoratica to provide all the necessities a nation could require. Oil and other fossil fuels can be obtained from sources other than Gholgoth, as is the case with other commodities. Whilst the prices of these commodities have already risen and are expected to rise further, the most important of our sources have been secured through contracts which will not be affected by this price hike. To further reduce the upward trend in fuel prices, the Van Luxemburger government has authorised Groussherzogliche Petroleum to step up oil production for domestic use. Whilst our oil reserves are minor compared to other nations, we expect that a lull in supply can be solved through these reserves. If I may, I will be giving the floor to His Excellency, the minister of Foreign Affairs, Blom’

The man on her right coughed before he began to speak.

‘In an international crisis situation such as this, Van Luxemburg will do what it is expected to do: adhere to its neutrality principles. Whilst we call for a peaceful solution in which the strain on the global economy is removed, we shall not undertake offensive action against any of the involved parties. Van Luxemburger civilians are instructed to adhere to the blockade and not break the conditions. Should any Van Luxemburger vessel do break the blockade, we are not in any way responsible for its actions and the vessel cannot count on any support from the Van Luxemburger armed forces. However, should a vessel be harassed or attacked by blockading or defending forces without the vessel breaking the blockade, the exception of Article 5 of the Van Luxemburger constitution will come into effect. The neutrality article allows us to defend Van Luxemburger trade and thus vessels, should they be attacked. Furthermore, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will continue its policy allowing friendly nations to operate foreign-registered multinationals in Van Luxemburg. For further details we would encourage such firms to contact the Ministry of Economic Affairs.‘

‘The esteemed gentlemen Paping and Reinders will be commenting on the current economic situation in Van Luxemburg. Miss Becker will end this conference by commenting on the current state of affairs for the VLT Group. Afterwards there will be the possibility to ask questions.‘

The two men on the left of the Minister of Economic Affairs rose, allowing them to discuss the graph that had appeared behind them. One of them, wearing an impeccable black suit without tie, began to speak about the course of the ESAX index over the past few days.

‘What we see here is a graph that depicts the value of the ESAX index, the main index of the Esch-sur-Alzette stock exchange. As you can see, the announcement of a blockade in Gholgoth resulted in a massive drop in its value, most likely the result of speculations that Van Luxemburg would be hit quite heavily by such a blockade, since various firms trade with firms in nations such as Yohannes, or have subsidiaries there. The closure of all major multinationals in Gholgoth resulted in further panic, as investors thought Van Luxemburger money might have been entrusted to the Yohannesische Bundesbank, for example. Since VLT and various other firms issued public statements that their holdings in Gholgoth were limited in nature, especially their offshore financial holdings, the stocks of these firms have been going through the roof, as investors turned around and have come to see the Van Luxemburger economy as a safe haven. The ESAX index is almost at its pre-blockade level and we expect it to rise further over the following days. Even though private individuals and some corporate entities may have lost money, and sometimes significant amounts, the general consensus at BESA is that Van Luxemburg has survived the initial downturn very well.‘

Another slide appeared on the screen, depicting the exchange rates of the Van Luxemburger Florin.

‘This view of Van Luxemburg as a safe haven is reaffirmed by the exchange rates of the Florin. The same tendency as with the ESAX index can be seen, a massive decrease in the first few days, with the national bank buying up Florins at these two points here, where a hike in the price can be seen. Later, the situation turned around completely, with demand for the currency increasing and supply severely contracting as the Yohannesische Bundesbank announced it would close down. The national bank responded by selling the Florins it had bought previously, and selling even more. The course of the Florin is now even higher than it used to be before the blockade, primarily because there is a massive interest in the Florin as a stable investment, and because several customers of Gothic firms have bought in Van Luxemburg or parked their savings in Van Luxemburger banks. Another possibility is that those who previously saved money in Yohanessian Quertz russling have now switched to the Van Luxemburger Florin. Regardless of the exact reasons, the Van Luxemburger economy and the Florin in particular couldn’t be in a better condition, despite a brief lull in demand. Both BESA and the Van Luxemburger National Bank will continue to monitor the situation closely, but at this point we are very positive about the developments taking place for the van Luxemburger economy. A position that will no doubt be shared by Miss Becker of the VLT Group, is it not?’

The woman in her mid-forties then also rose from the table, to affirm that statement and continue with her short briefing on the situation for VLT.

‘We are indeed rather positive about our future, whilst it must be mentioned that our plants in Gholgoth will soon have to be shut down due to a lack of parts, parts which will need to come from Van Luxemburg. VLT factories in Gholgoth manufacturing parts made with local resources will remain open to cater to the Gothic markets. Since VMK has closed down, our factories manufacturing the HPVS-MBT system for them have been halted temporarily since there is no work for them at this point in time. Sales in Gholgoth will be continuing, however, and deliveries will continue as soon as the blockade ends or when we will be able to deliver vehicles, if this should be before the end of the blockade. However, we do not have any significant financial holdings in Yohannes, and at this point we are seeing an increase in sales from markets other than Gholgoth as VLT is working to fill the void left by various Gothic manufacturers in the various fields we’re active in. Our firm will also be working to secure the parts supply for the VLT suspension systems of the VMK armoured vehicles, allowing us to keep all operational vehicles rolling. As I have already stated, sales of automobiles continues to rise, regardless of sales in Gholgoth or not, so we are not very concerned at this point, when it comes to revenue or profit.‘

As she had finished, she sat down again and nodded to the Minister of Economic Affairs, who announced the possibility to ask questions. A sea of hands appeared, combined with frantic shouting from various journalists in the room...

[Mizialand]

-snip-

The Sukhoi aircrafts entered the Automagfreekian airspace. The pilots knew what was to come but they didn't know when. Enemy could strike at any moment. Lieutinant Heisenberg's fighter jet titlted a bit. Soon stall warning sounded. It was hit by a missile. The aircraft ascended which was followed by a steep plunge into the sea below. A large explosion followed. Jacob realised that the V formation has been broken. The enemy was behind them. Soon, he was going to be hit. The aircraft took a steep ascent meant to dodge the missile coming from behind. Jacob has visual on the enemy. He noted, there were around a dozen aircrafts. Death was near, it had just passed by. Soon after, the aircraft leveled. Another missile will be fired soon. He has to take a decision within seconds. This mission should not fail. thought he. To add to the misery Jacob realised that the radar has stopped working. No communications were possible. He had the most powerful WMD. What harm will it do if it is dropped on the sea? Nothing, just a mushroom cloud. Jacob pressed a button. The atom bomb was dropped. The entire area was enveloped by a mushroom cloud. Jacob's aircraft warned him of a stall. Yes, he was hit. The last thing he saw while plunging was the deep sea.

The last aircraft remained. Luckily, the missile missed this target. Ms. Margret knew that in a matter of minutes she would be with her friends. She accelerated the aircraft before the enemy could ambush her. With lighting fast speed, her aircraft flew towards the land. She knew that all her movements were being followed. Anything could happen. She was lucky to dodge two missiles, but another one if fired, could take her life. The land was below. She didn't knew which country it was or who lived on that land. She descended her aircraft nearly missing an enemy one, quickly leveled it again and dropped the bomb. The WMD had hit the land. Another mushroom cloud. Something happened to Margret's aircraft. It went down into the land that was impacted by the bomb.

Somewhere in Mizialand

Norman was a Majors in Computer Science and Softwares. Today, his "office" was on the roof of a high rise building, unprotected form weather. Clouds covered Mizialand's skies. The entire scene turned grey, symbolizing what was to come. Norman surrounded himslef with all sorts of tech gadgets, cell phones, some laptops and I pads. He took one cellphone, put a sim card in it. Simultaneously, he turned on a laptop, opened a database titled "Top Secret". It contained a series of numbers, technical codes etc. After typing something, something on laptop and changing cellphones many times, for nearly fifteen minutes, the screens displayed a message:

The following message has been sent to all registered cellphones, many e-mails and posted on major social networking sites in Automagfreek:

Code: Select all

 Citizens, a few days ago some nations declared "embargo" on Gholgoth which esclated into a military conflict, a conflict into a recession. The conflict has taken its toll on the cyber world.  It has been found that opposing forces have decided to wreck our country from within, through technology! As soon as you receive this message, open MS-Word. Type =rand(), the press enter. If your screen displays, "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." with this sentence appearing many times, all your accounts, computer, e-mail has been hacked! You are being traced. It's a deadly virus recently invented overseas. But don't panic, just shut down you computer, break it, throw it. Cut off all communication devices (TV, cellphone, whatever you can think off). Remain away from all public places. Don't leave your home! Don't go to work! This very keeps track of all your activites. It collects statistics, used by terrorsists for deadly operation. Remain in your house. Collect all groceries. Don't leave your home! Forward this message to as many people as possible.
-Official Message from Government.

Your Majesty, said Norman while attending to a call. The bomb has been dropped.

[Aurora Confederacy]

As the police cruiser pulls up, the two turbine engines are spooling down, gradually slowing to a stop, and long past the point of audible spool down, the navigation lights are turned off, not so much as an anti collision light is flashing, the pilot, Kat Hansen flew in fast and dark

The pilot, Kat Hansen climbs out of the aircraft, attire, grey combat type trousers, bikini top, and a leather jacket a ring through her nose with a chain to her left ear, and sporting a practically shaved head, she has with her no visible sidearm, the co pilot, a rather pale Jim Houston, follows behind, again showing no signs of a side arm.

Jim looks at kat, then the law, then kat, "oh.....Bollocks, i think we're about to get a ticket, and i dont mean a cinema ticket", Kat, looks at the officer in question, then to Jim, "is that a problem homie", Jim can not believe the lack of concern on Kat's face, "Kat, you mad SOB, yes it is a goddam problem, first you put me through a spin cycle, practically going from thirty five thousand feet to ground level in a heart beat, and now I swear you're trying to get us both shot!, it is conformed, you are CRAZY!"

Kat just looked back "nah, if we're in for a kickin, we're in for a kickin, we did after all come in hot and low, but hell this is an Enn EFF ZEE after all, officer, I do apologise about the lack of radio chatter, i dont fancy having a SAM up my butt from hostiles, I dont transmit, they can't hear us, and by the time you called, we were beyond finals! we'd landed, anyway, first load of humanitarian, for you, there's another plane trip due in this after noon bound for no endorse"