The Fall of a Republic (IC)

[Foledonia]

OFFICIAL LITERA QUI PRO IMPERIUM DE FOLEDONIA OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE ON THE BEHALF OF THE IMPERIUM OF FOLEDONIA IMPERIO MINISTERIO EXTERAS NEGOTIIS | IMPERIAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The government of BYZANTHIA From: Keenan Joliquil, Foledonian Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: Your refusal to comply with our requests has been noted. However, since we are a benevolent nation, we will only knock four days off our deadline. You now have three days to comply. For every day over the deadline the aliens remain in your presence and their technology is not turned over, we will destroy a city from orbit. You have been warned and given a second chance. As for your request for us to attend the diplomatic summit, I don't think that's out of the question, considering your current posistion. I myself, as well as Defense Minister Holandi, will attend the summit. We await your surrender of the aliens and their ship within the next few days. Make the right decision, if not for your people, then for yourself. The Emperor Protects Signed, - The Venerable Emperor, James Foley - Minister of Defense, Aaron Holandi - Minister of Foreign Affairs, Keenan Joliquil

[New Timor-Leste]

OFFICIAL MESSAGE FROM THE GOVERNMENT OF NEW TIMOR-LESTE

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OMSN: #0275833
ENCRYPTION: HIGH
To: Government of Greater Byzanthia
From: Government of New Timor-Leste

Friendly greetings to the Government of Greater Byzanthia,

We would like to provide aid to improve your current situation. We have noticed how your country has been doing and would like to help. Our satillites have intercepted a large extraterrestrial object entering the atmosphere above your capitals location and we are currently investigating. As for your civil situation, we are prepared to provide military assistance to ensure your protection and freedom. We believe in freedom of all nations and will fight to protect this right. We would like to also inform you of a large amount of hostile spacecraft above your region and we are currently devising ways to remedy the situation. Please respond to this message ASAP so we can provide assistance where required. We are a very powerful and proud nation and certainly contain the resources to protect you and provide supplies.

Regards,

The Office of New Timor-Leste International Affairs
Message approved by the New Timor-Leste Congress and the Democratic Dictator.

[Greater Byzanthia]

COMMUNIQUE OFFICIALIS IN MAGNA BYZANTHIAN PRO FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE ON THE BEHALF OF THE GREATER BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT FEDERAL MINISTERIO FOREIGN NEGOTIIS | FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The Starship Entering Byzanthian Airspace From: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: We have received alerts of a starship, possible starships, entering our airspace. In an attempt at communicating with you, or whoever or whatever you may be, we have send out a television broadcast, which you should see here now. We hope that the scrolling text is readable, and is moving at a pace to your liking. On a more important note, we ask why you are here, and what your intentions are. We kindly ask that you remain in space until we confirm that you pose no threat to our nation. Signed, - His Excellency, Prime Minister Charles Burgardt - The Honorable Christoph Schroeter, Minister-President - Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs

[The Seven United]

House of Residence, Unknown Location in The Bailor

The 'man' sat at his desk and closed the blinds. He switched on his reading ligh- the door slammed open. Five men in padded suits and wearing way too much gel walked in, the predominant one said "Sir, We have intercepted an communication between "Foleeediiniiaa" and Byzanthia. Foledonia is going to destroy a city each day if they don't give up communications with the foreign aliens."

The 'man' switched off his reading lights, and once again slammed the anique light on. "Is there anyway we can frame the attacks so its convenient, that Foledonia planned and executed them?"
The men got the files they were holding and placed them on the 'mans' desk.

"What do you want me to do with this? the man shouted to the top of his voice, he was angered by Foledonia.

"If we can use this information you know, to justify" The suited men said before being interrupted.

"Enough!" The 'Man' said, they fell silent, "We will do it tomorrow, and put it on Foledonia. It'll be enough to justify war or destructive action in Byzanthia, but we have to deter them by any means necessarily. We'll also initiate Operation Takedown on The Office of the Commission, the military at least is on our side. The only problem we should have is the Office for National Security. We'll have to surround all their buildings in each state before they can react the situation. This is for the better of the nation. You are all dismissed, goodbye soldiers."

The room fell suddenly silent as the suited men left.

[Treskovia]

(Image) COMMUNIQUE OFFICIALIS IN MAGNA BYZANTHIAN PRO FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE ON THE BEHALF OF THE GREATER BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT FEDERAL MINISTERIO FOREIGN NEGOTIIS | FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The Starship Entering Byzanthian Airspace From: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: We have received alerts of a starship, possible starships, entering our airspace. In an attempt at communicating with you, or whoever or whatever you may be, we have send out a television broadcast, which you should see here now. We hope that the scrolling text is readable, and is moving at a pace to your liking. On a more important note, we ask why you are here, and what your intentions are. We kindly ask that you remain in space until we confirm that you pose no threat to our nation. Signed, - His Excellency, Prime Minister Charles Burgardt - The Honorable Christoph Schroeter, Minister-President - Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Before the message from the Byzanthians
-"Liutenant Generaless, we are recieving a television broadcast."

-"On screen."

After the message from the Byzanthians
-"Looks like we forgot to let them know we were coming. Send them the following message:

To: the government of Greater Byzanthia
From: the Treskovian Armed Forces

Do not worry, Byzanthians, we are here to offer your government help in eliminating the terrorists. We do not want anything in return, but if you insist to award us, we will accept any and all awards you give us. Our scans indicate that your cities' streets are under constant supervision from terrorists. We will land where we please, and we expect you to respect that.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Christian extended his hand and let the soldier take the glossy ID card. He waited, cool on the outside but tense on the inside, as the man examined the card. He responded to the soldier's question while taking a sip of tea, appearing uninterested. "Of course. I'm on leave for a few days, to get used to Tunis."

"Well, I'm pretty sure that everything here is all fine and dandy, but did you check in with the nearest Greater Byzanthian Consulate? All diplomats must make sure that they are accounted for in the event of a terrorist attack or any other incident in which their lives are in danger. Luckily, the consulate is only fifteen minutes away. Assuming that you have all your legal papers, your passport, and approval from your government that you are here in Byzanthia as a representative, then everything should go smoothly." The officer motioned towards his jeep nearby, excusing himself for possibly causing the Capilean a great deal of frustration.

Christian smiled flatly. "God this guy is annoying," he thought. "Well no sir, I haven't. I must have missed that during my orientation at the consulate. I'll get right on that." He watched the soldier gesture to a military jeep parked along the street. "Hell no," Wachter thought. "I have my own transport, thanks," he said hastily, standing and snatching his ID card. Christian took out his wallet and thumbed through it, dropping payment plus a generous tip onto the flimsy table. He turned towards the cheap Tunisian car he'd rented, hoping that nosy soldier would want nothing more from him.

[Peclopilis]

Peclopilis always got news last even if it happend inside the Capital.
Arthur Cirk [Prime Minister of Peclopilis] was as usual finding himself in a meeting with some random officials about the 1 citizen in the country who broke the law, when The ever-changing Minister of Defence
said they needed to invade this one weak country. The current minister of Finance took one look at the plan and said ''no. Just no.''

2 HOURS LATER

Peclopilis where coming full speed to bythanzia [or however you spell it] and were ready to defend the nation while a new Minister of Defence was talking to the newly appointed Minister of Boats about how this speedboat would be necessary while the troops where on the cargo ship next to them.
The Minister of Coups had decided not to come as he was planning another failed coup to keep people interested.

3 DAYS LATER

They arrive in a battleground.Arthur Cirk sees his Minister of Houses fall on a trench and never be seen again.

[Greater Byzanthia]

COMMUNIQUE OFFICIALIS IN MAGNA BYZANTHIAN PRO FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE ON THE BEHALF OF THE GREATER BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT FEDERAL MINISTERIO FOREIGN NEGOTIIS | FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The Starship Entering Byzanthian Airspace From: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: Upon receiving your message, our government has approved your request. However, we do ask that you not kill anyone upon touching down. To do so would cause serious complications with the international community. Signed, - His Excellency, Prime Minister Charles Burgardt - The Honorable Christoph Schroeter, Minister-President - Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Greater Byzanthia]

"Well, I'm pretty sure that everything here is all fine and dandy, but did you check in with the nearest Greater Byzanthian Consulate? All diplomats must make sure that they are accounted for in the event of a terrorist attack or any other incident in which their lives are in danger. Luckily, the consulate is only fifteen minutes away. Assuming that you have all your legal papers, your passport, and approval from your government that you are here in Byzanthia as a representative, then everything should go smoothly." The officer motioned towards his jeep nearby, excusing himself for possibly causing the Capilean a great deal of frustration.

Christian smiled flatly. "God this guy is annoying," he thought. "Well no sir, I haven't. I must have missed that during my orientation at the consulate. I'll get right on that." He watched the soldier gesture to a military jeep parked along the street. "Hell no," Wachter thought. "I have my own transport, thanks," he said hastily, standing and snatching his ID card. Christian took out his wallet and thumbed through it, dropping payment plus a generous tip onto the flimsy table. He turned towards the cheap Tunisian car he'd rented, hoping that nosy soldier would want nothing more from him.

The soldiers, ignorant as ever, did not see through his game. "I must insist, please come with me" he opened the front door of his jeep and patted the seat, encouraging the Capilean to get inside. "After all, this is a protocol that we are forced to comply with."

[Greater Byzanthia]

OFFICIALIS IN MAGNA COMMUNIQUÉ BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE GREATER BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT FEDERAL MINISTERIO FOREIGN NEGOTIIS | FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The Government of New Timor-Leste From: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: While your offer seems tempting, I believe that there is much to discuss before we can agree to your proposals. I therefore invite you to a summit between Greater Byzanthia and other nations wishing to help it. I hope that this invitation is not viewed as being abrupt, and I, along with the rest of the government, anticipate your response. Signed, - His Excellency, Prime Minister Charles Burgardt - The Honorable Christoph Schroeter, Minister-President - Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Treskovia]

(Image) COMMUNIQUE OFFICIALIS IN MAGNA BYZANTHIAN PRO FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE ON THE BEHALF OF THE GREATER BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT FEDERAL MINISTERIO FOREIGN NEGOTIIS | FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The Starship Entering Byzanthian Airspace From: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: Upon receiving your message, our government has approved your request. However, we do ask that you not kill anyone upon touching down. To do so would cause serious complications with the international community. Signed, - His Excellency, Prime Minister Charles Burgardt - The Honorable Christoph Schroeter, Minister-President - Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: The Harlequins are atmospheric troop transports, like the the american Black Hawk, but they're not helicopters. And there's around 500 000 of them, each filled with ten soldiers.

IC:

Our InfoMasks allow us to see who's a terrorist, and who's not. We will not attack any civilians. We will also like to inform you that some of our forces will be landing in your capital city in order to clear out the terrorists. We will do everything in our power to prevent any civilian casulties. and you don't have to send us replies in the form of official letters.

[Greater Byzanthia]

(Image) COMMUNIQUE OFFICIALIS IN MAGNA BYZANTHIAN PRO FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE ON THE BEHALF OF THE GREATER BYZANTHIAN FEDERAL GOVERNMENT FEDERAL MINISTERIO FOREIGN NEGOTIIS | FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS To: The Starship Entering Byzanthian Airspace From: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs Message: Upon receiving your message, our government has approved your request. However, we do ask that you not kill anyone upon touching down. To do so would cause serious complications with the international community. Signed, - His Excellency, Prime Minister Charles Burgardt - The Honorable Christoph Schroeter, Minister-President - Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: The Harlequins are atmospheric troop transports, like the the american Black Hawk, but they're not helicopters. And there's around 500 000 of them, each filled with ten soldiers.

IC:

Our InfoMasks allow us to see who's a terrorist, and who's not. We will not attack any civilians. We will also like to inform you that some of our forces will be landing in your capital city in order to clear out the terrorists. We will do everything in our power to prevent any civilian casulties. and you don't have to send us replies in the form of official letters.

--BEGIN TRANSMISSION--

Very well. We shall be looking forward to your arrival.

--END TRANSMISSION--

[Peclopilis]

MESSAGE FROM PECLOPILIS
hello we hope you have received this message we are currently walking through a a landscape that we are to scared to describe

We hope that our military have arrived at you capital and told you they are ready to defend if they did not they probably died

From,Arthur Cirk Prime Minister

Edited by Minister of Trees and Minister of boats Minister of appropriate language when talking to government officials

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Christian smiled flatly. "God this guy is annoying," he thought. "Well no sir, I haven't. I must have missed that during my orientation at the consulate. I'll get right on that." He watched the soldier gesture to a military jeep parked along the street. "Hell no," Wachter thought. "I have my own transport, thanks," he said hastily, standing and snatching his ID card. Christian took out his wallet and thumbed through it, dropping payment plus a generous tip onto the flimsy table. He turned towards the cheap Tunisian car he'd rented, hoping that nosy soldier would want nothing more from him.

The soldiers, ignorant as ever, did not see through his game. "I must insist, please come with me" he opened the front door of his jeep and patted the seat, encouraging the Capilean to get inside. "After all, this is a protocol that we are forced to comply with."

Christian Wachter's fake smile dissipated as the soldier insisted he ride with him in the jeep. He was getting fed up with this guy, but it appeared that he wasn't about to give up. "Give him what he wants," Christian thought. "Very well sir, if you insist." He began walking towards the jeep; maybe he could pick up a few extra notes from this guy. The spy climbed in and slammed the jeep's door, waiting for the driver to start the vehicle and begin winding through Tunis' many streets before resuming conversation. "I've noticed that there is an extremely large military presence here," he began. This guy hadn't seen past the facade yet, so Christian assumed he wouldn't put up to much resistance here.

[Peclopilis]

Arthur Cirk was lost

He lost most of his Ministers in the wrong country

now he arrives in byzanthia with The 12 year old Minister of Games and a Minister of Maps.

He saved both from that bomb in that distant country one because he would get shouted at by the mother the other was only 12 also the Minister of Boats survived but no-one liked him

Now they had lost their army and were in a country that is on the brink of war

Arthur Cirk feels ashamed

[New Timor-Leste]

MENSAJE OFICIAL EN EL NOMBRE DEL GOBIERNO FEDERAL DE NUEVO TIMOR ORIENTAL OFFICIAL MESSAGE ON THE BEHALF OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OF NEW TIMOR-LESTE LA OFICINA DE NUEVO TIMOR ORIENTAL RELACIONES INTERNACIONALES | OFFICE OF NEW TIMOR LESTE INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS To: Oskar Warner, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Greater Byzanthian Government From: His Excellency, Democratic Dictator N'Jihal Kunjin & The Office of New Timor Leste International Affairs Encryption Level: Medium Message (translated): Yes, we will send a handful of our delegates, along with their guards and soldiers (for their safety) over to your summit. They will be arriving by one of our official government planes. The New Timor-Leste seal should be easily identifiable on the plane. Alongside this plane for safety measures will be an escort of 6 Raptor-HP3 Fighter Jets. Please be aware that these fighter jets will be flying patrols in your airspace so they will request permission to do so as well, This is another safety measure so do not be alarmed. A squad of fighter jets has also been sent out to investigate the 'spaceship' which is apparently hovering above your capital. Please note they are only doing a fly-by and will not engage unless fired apon. We thank you for permitting us to join your summit and we hope to establish a peaceful and improved solution to fix your terrorist problem and ease life in Greater Byzanthia. Friendly Regards, - His Excellency, Democratic Dictator N'Jihal Kunjin - The Office of New Timor-Leste International Affairs UNIÓN, PROGRESO, ACCIÓN

[Peclopilis]

Arthur led his valiant Ministers through some troublesome lands and he finally reached a capital with a giant space ship in the air he saw that this was the right way.

The Mister of Boats was now looking for a place to go in when he saw a great place it looked civil there were a multitude of 'things' parked there so they decided to enter.

Arthur Cirk has walked into a meeting between Nations for the first time in his life he is confused so he sits down and says ''we came to defend Bzathia or however you say it from a takeover also we need troops and more ministers.''
he looked around eagerly

[Silverakia]

Arthur led his valiant Ministers through some troublesome lands and he finally reached a capital with a giant space ship in the air he saw that this was the right way.

The Mister of Boats was now looking for a place to go in when he saw a great place it looked civil there were a multitude of 'things' parked there so they decided to enter.

Arthur Cirk has walked into a meeting between Nations for the first time in his life he is confused so he sits down and says ''we came to defend Bzathia or however you say it from a takeover also we need troops and more ministers.''
he looked around eagerly

Luciana sat down. "I suppose I could supply a few troops... just export some products in return, please? I apologize, but I can't help with the ministers. ...damn blobs... Taking up all of my worktime..."

She looked around at all the other nations.

[Peclopilis]

Arthur led his valiant Ministers through some troublesome lands and he finally reached a capital with a giant space ship in the air he saw that this was the right way.

The Mister of Boats was now looking for a place to go in when he saw a great place it looked civil there were a multitude of 'things' parked there so they decided to enter.

Arthur Cirk has walked into a meeting between Nations for the first time in his life he is confused so he sits down and says ''we came to defend Bzathia or however you say it from a takeover also we need troops and more ministers.''
he looked around eagerly

Luciana sat down. "I suppose I could supply a few troops... just export some products in return, please? I apologize, but I can't help with the ministers. ...damn blobs... Taking up all of my worktime..."

She looked around at all the other nations.

''we can give you top scientists once we find our way back'' Arhur Crik replied

[Greater Byzanthia]

The soldiers, ignorant as ever, did not see through his game. "I must insist, please come with me" he opened the front door of his jeep and patted the seat, encouraging the Capilean to get inside. "After all, this is a protocol that we are forced to comply with."

Christian Wachter's fake smile dissipated as the soldier insisted he ride with him in the jeep. He was getting fed up with this guy, but it appeared that he wasn't about to give up. "Give him what he wants," Christian thought. "Very well sir, if you insist." He began walking towards the jeep; maybe he could pick up a few extra notes from this guy. The spy climbed in and slammed the jeep's door, waiting for the driver to start the vehicle and begin winding through Tunis' many streets before resuming conversation. "I've noticed that there is an extremely large military presence here," he began. This guy hadn't seen past the facade yet, so Christian assumed he wouldn't put up to much resistance here.

"Unfortunately, yes. GB has experienced multiple terrorist attacks in the last couple of months. There is much speculation about the future of the nation, and rumors say that our own Prime Minister isn't confident about the rebuilding efforts. Any nation could easily swipe in and take us over without anyone knowing." He then raised his voice, loudly stating that the "entire military presence in Africa is a facade to cover up the weakness of the nation". Realizing that he just shouted out classified information, he abruptly stopped talking, and refused to talk for the rest of the drive.

[Silverakia]

Luciana nodded at Arthur. "Thank you... We are grateful."

[Treskovia]

The Harlequins arrived in the capital of Greater Byzanthia, dropping all manner of Dragon Troopers, Basilisk Snipers, Dragon Masters, Jaegers, Serpents and all other unit types in the Treskovian Armed Forces. They spread out through the city, engaging terrorosts wherever they could find them. Eventually, as the moved through the streets, they reached the Taigawan dropship, along with the Prometheian Knights. The Knights readied themselves for combat. A Dragon Trooper radioed the Liutenant Generaless and said:
-"Liutenant Generaless, we have a duo of unidentified combat mechs. They seem too advanced for Greater Byzanthia. What do we do?"

Narana simply replied:
-"Just tell everyone to ignore them and move on."

The Treskovians did exactly that. They moved past the Knights like they weren't there.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Christian Wachter's fake smile dissipated as the soldier insisted he ride with him in the jeep. He was getting fed up with this guy, but it appeared that he wasn't about to give up. "Give him what he wants," Christian thought. "Very well sir, if you insist." He began walking towards the jeep; maybe he could pick up a few extra notes from this guy. The spy climbed in and slammed the jeep's door, waiting for the driver to start the vehicle and begin winding through Tunis' many streets before resuming conversation. "I've noticed that there is an extremely large military presence here," he began. This guy hadn't seen past the facade yet, so Christian assumed he wouldn't put up to much resistance here.

"Unfortunately, yes. GB has experienced multiple terrorist attacks in the last couple of months. There is much speculation about the future of the nation, and rumors say that our own Prime Minister isn't confident about the rebuilding efforts. Any nation could easily swipe in and take us over without anyone knowing." He then raised his voice, loudly stating that the "entire military presence in Africa is a facade to cover up the weakness of the nation". Realizing that he just shouted out classified information, he abruptly stopped talking, and refused to talk for the rest of the drive.

Christian straightened as his driver began spilling out sensitive information, ingraining the words in his head. When the Capilean pressed for further info, the soldier refused to talk. Giving up, Wachter endured the rest of the ride in silence and thanked the man when the jeep pulled up at the Byzanthian customs office. Hopping out, Christian walked into the building and quickly ducked into the restroom, locking himself in one of the stalls and beginning to write down what he had heard today on an electronic tablet...

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"They will be like pigs to the slaughter!" cried Colonel Lennard Ferber, looking up at his commander, Lieutenant General Walther Nemetz. The general couldn't help but smile; for this he would win his final promotion, at least for the time being, to Field Marshal. That he was sure of. "Excellent. Are the Karifis ready?" The Colonel nodded excitedly. "Yes, herr General, they have 65,000 men along the border. Granted, the quality of their soldiers and equipment is dubious, but they are experts in fighting in the Libyan deserts whilst their opponents are used to Alpine warfare. Most of our reports also indicate that they outnumber the Byzanthian garrison." Walther nodded, scanning the many maps laid before him; the first indicated Karifi positions along the border, while the second showed Heeresgruppe Phalanx; Army Group Phalanx included 500,000 men and over 3,000 armored vehicles, made up of 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Expeditionary Korps and 1st-4th Afrika Korps.

This monstrous force of seasoned veterans, the vast majority of whom had fought in grueling campaigns in the sprawling deserts of North Africa, had forced the State of Suez, the independent but feeble country controlling Egypt, to allow them military access. Afterwards they had buried themselves not far off from the Byzanthian border, enforcing complete radio silence and taking countless other measures to ensure that the enemy had no knowledge on Phalanx. When the time was right, Byzanthia would be caught between a hammer and an anvil...

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Captain Rashaad Aboulker of the Karifi Defense Forces scanned the Libyan desert with his binoculars, seeing that the few border checkpoints were all but deserted. Suddenly his nicked, outdated radio buzzed to life. Rashaad's hand darted down and he held the radio close to his face. A low voice chirped through the static; "Operation: Dune is ago, I repeat, Operation: Dune is ago." Jamming the device back into his belt, the Captain grabbed his rusty flare gun and held it high, wincing as a bright red rocket shot out of the gun and streaked through the midnight sky. Aboulker glanced to his left and right, seeing similar red flares spaced out all across the desert. Suddenly, as if all at once, rapid Arabic began drifting up from all over the Karifi line, and hundreds of dual headlights split the darkness.

Rashaad dashed towards the beaten up jeep that was his transport, climbing in and waiting for three more Karifi soldiers to do the same before starting up the old thing- it took three tries- and beginning a speed run towards the enemy. Screeching in the Arab language pierced the night's peaceful silence, as the Muslim soldiers cursed their Western enemies and prayed for their own safety. The jeep rumbled through dune after dune, throwing up showers of sand, until they came upon a Byzanthian security checkpoint. Two soldier emerged, hands on their hip-holstered pistols. Instantly three AK-47's roared to life, riddling the two sentries with bullets. The Captain watched with grim satisfaction as they collapsed, shocked expressions plastered over their faces.
All along the Libyan border 65,000 raging Karifistanis attacked, slaughtering the small Byzanthian garrisons and racing towards Ghat and Acacus, their first major objectives.

[Peclopilis]

Arthur Cirk was examining the army members and kept complaining under his breath

''where are the raccoons''

''not clones what type of army is this''

''Not wearing flag colours but camouflage what in the world''

''their guns aren't chemical''

''thank you Luciana I am grateful for the troops'' he lied

''she heard you you were saying that out loud'' whispered the Minister of Maps

''wait what''

[The Seven United]

Aygons Reach - Residence of the Primary Government
0450 AM Dawn

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Security Room 1a

"What?" The security officer shouted, and slammed his elbow against the keyboard, possibly making the situation worse. The radio muttered, "S-98, what seems to be the problem?"
"All my cameras just wen't out. Every last one of them, the basta-"

The radio fell silent after what seemed like a thump, was heard over the radio.
"S-98, you there?" "S-98, your radio working alright?" "S-98, you there?" "S-98?"
"S-98 we've sent a technical unit over maybe your radio is malfunctioning too. We have no camera issues on our end."

All of a sudden, Mozart was blaring through the speakers. FOLEDONIA! They shouted, before the mics went eerily quiet. Security guards that weren't yet "silenced" rushed to the intercoms room as planned. The Government Residences were left unguarded.
Men in black suits drilled the doors of the houses, bashing them in at times to get them to open.
House after house, until they got to the Head Mansion whom housed The Commissioner, which was always guarded, no matter what. They rushed in, and with silenced weapons killed them before they could alert eachother. Then they stick c4 to the bottom of the Commissioners car.
They plant a bomb in the middle of an open path, almost as if to attract attention. They set off the bomb opening fireworks into the sky. Immediately ONS (Office for National Security) officers came in to find houses raided, and all of the Primary Government except for The Commissioner, gone.

"COMMISSIONER, WAKE UP, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, THE PRIMARY GOVERNMENT BUILDING HAS BEEN ATTACKED WE MUST EVACUATE YOU IMMEDIATELY!" He was dragged out of bed, him, his wife and his children quickly escorted into The Commissioners car. The car set off quickly.. then boom

The Seven Central Bank in Bailor
0445 AM Dawn

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Outside of The Seven Central Bank
Parking Lot

The Financial Ministers car pulled up, and the door was opened.
"Wow," Steven said after yawning, then a man surprised him.
"Financial Minister, Steven, welcome to the central bank. We know its early, but our new building will impress you. Our engineers have been working on it for years, and with help from the capitalist mongs of The Trident-"
The man stopped quickly from speaking after being interrupted by The Financial Minister
"Hold your horses, do you not think Trident-Seven hate is bad enough? Don't ever say that again."
"Well the thing is, I knew you were going to say that." The man whispered, while taking off his facial mask.
Steven questioned him, before realising what was happening. He was about to yell for his guards, but it was all too late.
"Hello, minister." he said in an eerily sound.

Steven dropped dead and made a pool of blood surrounding his gunshot wound. The man surrendered himself. He would later be identified as Viktor Povich

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OOC: More tomorrow morning - wrote this late at night!