The New Modern World (AH, IC/OPEN)

[The Emerald Dragon]

July, 1983

To, the leader of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia

Hello, the Unified Orange River State would like to ask if it would be possible to purchase small arms, tanks and fighter jets for the Orange military. In return, the government will halve the costs of platinum, diamonds and gold to your nation in future. We will also pay around 700,000,000 USD for the weaponry, if the offer is accepted.

Signed, Joachim Von Maellstrom, Interim President of the Unified Orange River State

[Former United Soviet Socialist republic]

Diplomatic cable

From: Office of Foreign Relations, Alexandra Baldwin
Democratic Republic of al-Maghrib al-Awsaṭ

Encryption: High
Date:July 1983
To:Kejsardömet Norden
The al-Maghrib al-Awsaṭ will arrange for the passage of your selected personnel to our capital Algiers. We will eagerly await your arrivals. As we must further methods to develop and maintain our non-alignment without losing economical and political status.

Meanwhile, inside the presidential cabinet room.

"Sir, we have arranged for them to arrive and then proceed under security to the designated locations."

"Yes, make sure you have a sweep of the area sealed off to snipers and protestors, this is very serious."

"May I ask you the reasons for such security?"

"The Imperial Highness the Crown Prince Gustaf of that country is coming. I would like to show them we are serious. These are some of the highest-level talks we have had since the Casablanca conference in world war II."

"Yes sir, I will make sure that the entire proceeding will be closed to the public and that the route taken will not be vulnerable to sniper fire. If there are no other concerns I will now leave."

"One last thing, you are to hand this to Intelligence to be delivered to Loseman. Do not tell anyone but the person directly responsible for delivering it."

"Yes sir."

Nonofficial communications.

Deadbox drop on the southern Madagascar coast from the TFWN SS-030's SOF group Delta:

From:
Democratic Republic of al-Maghrib al-Awsaṭ
To:The Kinship of Light
Encryption: High
Date:July 1983
To:Kinship of the Light
The al-Maghrib al-Awsaṭ will arrange for the passage of your selected personnel to Casablanca, we may have much to discuss as we may be in the same problems together.

[Glovania]

Commonwealth of Ontario and Boreal Columbia
July, 1983

Parliament House, New Columbia

The Prime Minister was seated in his office, going about his daily business as the Prime Minister. There was a knock on the door, which he told to come in. It was his secretary, who was holding a folder labelled 'Top Secret', in bold red capitals. "For you, sir." She handed put the folder on his desk, and left the office. When the Prime Minister opened the folder, he was met with a large title at the top of the page. 'Preliminary Missile Testing Results'. He smiled - he had been waiting for these for a while now. He read through the papers, and from it he gathered that the tests were mostly successful, and the refinement and construction of a prototype for the missile would be undertaken. The final test for which he was invited to attend. As he flicked through the pages, he eventually came across another title page, with the words 'Ontarian Battle Plan within the Caribbean islands' written across it. He had also been waiting for this. He flicked through, skimming over the main bulks of text, and arrived at the main maps for the invasions. It detailed the plans for which the Ontarian forces would take the Caribbean. The plan before involved taking Hispanola within one week, Cuba within the second, Jamaica within the third, and the other Caribbean islands (Leeward, Windward, etc.) would fall within one month. They would use missile strikes to take out the Centro American fleets while they were still in harbour, or as they tried to reinforce the islands. These missiles were loaded into the submarines of the Ontarian Fleet, which would reach the Western Caribbean sea, and fire their missiles from there. Submerging would then allow them to slip back through any naval defences employed by the Centro-Americans.

[Puerto Tyranus]

Hellenic Royal Republic


Ioannina, Communist Greek States, September 4th, 1983

It was almost ironic, he thought.

In a dingy bar in the outskirts of the capital of Epirus, a group of five men all gathered in a small booth, whispering quietly to one another.

"I don't like this, Alex, we haven't met any resistance yet, and the whole city is going to be hit with this attack."

"I know, Aegeus, but orders are orders, we know that the last rocket barrage came from somewhere in Epirus, and this is a warning shot for the CGS: You attack us, we'll attack you."

"Silence! Both of you. Our contact is here."

Swiftly, four of the five men followed the eyes of the fifth to a tall Egyptian man who was scanning the building from the entrance. As his eyes passed over the five men, he reached his right hand up and scratched the left side of his neck.

The five men's eyes, briefly widening, soon enough narrowed down in understanding and, in staggered steps, they got up and left the table. The contact, seeing each of the men leaving from different exits, either heading for the front door and passing by him, heading upstairs to climb out from the various windows, or shoving their way out through the kitchen, swiftly moved for the table they had vacated. As he reached his seat and motioned for something from the bar, he began fiddling with his pockets.

As he sat, a sound began to wash over the bar: sirens. Soon enough, the windows were lit with flashing blue. Sighing as the bartender dove to the floor, he raised his hands and put them behind his head. As men in flak jackets burst through the window, he shouted out, "Ζήτω η μοναρχία! [Long live the Monarchy!]" As the first shots were fired, he was engulfed in a ball of fire. As the shots finally hit him, the bar had been consumed.

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Several miles to the West, from atop a lightly forested hill, the five men reunited and watched as the city below them was shaken awake by bombs targeting their postal offices, police stations, and major roads. As it was the middle of the night, each target would result in only a few casualties, but the message was clear, "Aggression will not be tolerated."

A total of fourteen bombs went off that night, claiming three police stations, five postal offices, a bar, and cratering five major highways into, out of, and throughout the city.

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Προσοχή!

Last night several bombs were sent off in the residential district of the city of Ionnina, killing twenty three. local authorities pin the blame on the Hellenic Royal Republic and believe these attacks to be retaliatory in nature, as a response to last week's missile barrage. Citizens are encouraged to follow all instructions from their local Office of National Defense and adhere to curfews. The President is planning to make a speech on this renewed conflict later this week.

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[Romneyerica]

United Republic of Tanzania

Dear, The Government of the Empire of the North,

Greetings, the United Republic of Tanzania is interested in purchasing artillery pieces and tanks, among other items. In return we can pay monetarily and or lower the price of exported items to your country. I do hope this could be the beginning of a friendship betweed our two nations.

Sincerely, Julius Nyerere, President of the United Republic of Tanzania

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A grisly-looking white truck pulled up in front of a home that looked nice compared to all the shacks and huts in the town. Still, it was an average sized home that would fit in fine in Compton in the US. The truck screeched in the mud, having rained the night before; it was a school bus of a truck, with around ten rifle-clutching militants in the back. The boss-type jumped out of the passenger seat and shut the door, pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and glanced at it than the house. "This the one, stay here, shit goes down, raze the whole house," the militant commander said in his loud voice while walking up to the house and slamming on the door with a closed fist. The boss man wore dirty cowboy-looking boots, showing his personality, along with faded jeans and a blue jersey of some kind of soccer or rugby team.

An average built man answered the door- a frown immediately showing his discomfort on his face as he slid through the opening of the door and stepped outside. "Where are they," the boss asked.

"Where's who," inquired the interrogated man, sounding innocent.

"My band and I police this town, we were told around ten men entered town and went into the back of your home this morning. I know you have a sizable tobacco farm and you have the money and space to help these men. You and I both know that they're Mozambique National Resistance, enemies of the United Republic of Tanzania. You now know who we are and what we do to criminals in our section, and I know my boys are itchy to work someone over. You have a family and a finer life then anyone in this town, and I know your wife would hate to have to raise her children by herself. Where... are they..."

"Dining room, ten, not armed, they were fighting in a town across the border-" the other man answered before being interrupted.

"Say less," the Boss said and in a quick motion the rat was thrown to the mud ground to the side and militia were whistled over. Brandishing a mamba pistol from his waistband the leader opened the door quietly to view a short, narrow hall that then presumably opened up into a room on the left. Dashing in with his crew they turned left to run in to a table were men in green fatigues were in the middle of dinner, one at the visible end with fork still in his mouth, frozen like all the others.

"Hands up, stand up, and walk out in orderly fashion, than kneel on the ground outside side by side. Give me a reason to blow your fascist scum brains out all over these walls. Three of you check the rooms." the commander exclaimed. The militia packed in with their Mosin's and AK's hovering over the exhausted fighters, fingers on triggers, sweat on all brows. The Mozambicans did exactly as told and the militias followed them out there. Commander had put on an angry face only Charlie Sheen could impersonate, "come to our country, abuse the service of our peoples, eat our food and drink! That's right, ours, so-cial-ist exact opposite of the rightist unadulterated capitalist country you hope to bring about." He boomed, "men, beat the conservative out of these poor fellows." And immediately the militiamen began to shove their rifle butts into the men and kick them, getting more violent and escalating as some attempted to get up but were stuck down. The commander supervised the operation with pleasure but viewed one detainee reaching for a dagger stuck in his boot as he took blow after blow.

"Knife, Kelvin away," the man yelled at the soldier beating the separatist. As the captain raised the pistol the soldier literally jumped out of the way to reveal the bruised guerrilla clenching a dagger at his left foot almost reaching it's target, the man looking like a deer in headlights with widened bloodshot eyes almost immediately being blown away, being shot in the chest. Thrown back, with a red circle staining his uniform the guerrilla lay motionless.

"He's dead," Kelvin said kneeling down and checking his pulse for ten seconds. All were shocked at the situation, even the homeowner, still sitting in the mud with jaw wide open at the scene.

"It was justified, all of you saw it and can testify, frisk these men and load 'em up in the back of the truck, take them to the field" the head honcho said shrugging it off as he flicked on the safety.

"Sir what if someone says something about the guys being missing er..." Kelvin said then looking over at the farmer.

"These people are our friends, and these pests have been trying to find refuge here for months, we have to show we don't play games. This crew was put together by the people therefore anything we do is backed by and done by the people. We must have no hesitation in our actions. As for that pig in the mud over there? Any word get's out and he'll be executed, if not by us then by another crew." The leader explained in a high voice so that homeowner could hear. The rebels were dragged in the back of the truck and it sped off, turning around driving out of the city.

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BREAKING NEWS



Newala, Mtwara Regiona, Tanzania

Mtwara Channel 10 was the first to report on the scene of the site of ten dead bodies, all killed execution style. This follows the findings of two shallow graves outside major towns in the region of Mtwara earlier this week. Another two graves were found in the region of Ruvuma. Official authorities from Newala reported that armed men fled in a large white truck when spotted by citizens who were nearby and heard the shots. It is unknown if this gang is connected to the string of other executions. No witnesses have officially stepped forward to give a statement on this tragedy or others. The deceased are believed to be members of the Mozambican National Resistance or RENAMO which is fighting leftist forces in Mozambique. The travelers may have been deserters or fled across the shallow waters of the river Ruvuma to resupply from sympathizers, according to authorities. President Julius Nyerere condemned the bloodshed and wished for "...allowing proper authorities to do their job" and, "...these savage actions don't reflect the views of the nation of Tanzania." But also declaring, "Tanzania doesn't support RENAMO and wishes that they keep out of our country, so this can keep from happening. Depending on the circumstance if caught, a RENAMO soldier will be extradited back to Mozambique where they'll be tried."