2027: War never changes: IC

[Anti-Moe Federal Republics]

War.... War never changes...... it just involves more troops, more technology, more stress. In 2016 Kim Jong Un announced that Korea would be unified by 2017. On January 7th 2017 Park Geun-hye was shot by a North Korean spy. This unified the two Koreas under The DPRK. Many countries still placed sanctions on The DPRK but with its new economy and industries the DPRK can survive. On March 12th 2018 a Shia coup against the Iraqi government led to a theocratic regime similar to Iran. When the new government announced the extermination of Iraq's Sunni population, things got worse. A full scale civil war takes Iraq for about a year. Then on June 4th 2019 the gulf cooperation council sent aid, supplies and troops to help the Sunnis. This angered Iran which cause Iran to declare war on the gulf cooperation council on July 10th 2019. Iran sent supplies to Pakistan and Palestine so they could attack India and Israel. This humongous war in the middle east got so bad that NATO declared war on Iran, Pakistan, and Palestine on May 25th 2020. Meanwhile, Japan has been receiving threats from The DPRK which led to Japanese surrender. The Great middle east war caused gas prices to skyrocket to the point of destroying the eurozone. Eventually, a ceasefire to the war was signed on March 24th 2022 which lasts to this day. It is now 2027, at this point the DPRK looks to expand into China, Russia and the Pacific just like Japan did in 1937. Much of North America is in civil unrest. Things will only get worse.


OOC: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=380618&p=28999733#p28999733

[Krugeristan]

Damascus, Syria

Assad was like the one awkward kid on the playground who had only a few friends before those few friends got tangled up in their own lives, abandoning him, and he wasn't surprised. Assad simply got on the swing, and pushed himself, back and forth, back and forth, until he was in the air. He didn't need friends if he could support himself.

The recent wars in the Middle East had left Syria to fend for herself. Iran wasn't going to help. Russia wasn't going to help. None of Assad's former allies were going to help. He didn't trust the East and he certainly didn't trust the West. The East had abandoned him and the West wanted to kill him.

Now that Syria was completely alone, Assad had a major decision to make: should his government have control over a natural gas pocket in southern Syria? If he took control of the gas pocket, he'd be accused of being a Communist, something he didn't want.

I need someone to sell me oil, or else we're going to suffer. He lay awake that night, trying to think, and decided to make a very risky decision. He sat at his desk, writing out the following message to every head-of-state.

To: every head-of-state who receives this message,

Syria is in desperate need for oil and natural gas. The wars in the Middle East and Asia have cut Syria off from the rest of the world, if we don't get a steady supply of oil, we're going to collapse.

Anyone willing to work with me, please reply, and quickly.

(signed) President Bashar al-Assad of the Syrian Arab Republic

[New Dukaine]

Tag

[Arvenia]

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Damascus, Syria

Assad was like the one awkward kid on the playground who had only a few friends before those few friends got tangled up in their own lives, abandoning him, and he wasn't surprised. Assad simply got on the swing, and pushed himself, back and forth, back and forth, until he was in the air. He didn't need friends if he could support himself.

The recent wars in the Middle East had left Syria to fend for herself. Iran wasn't going to help. Russia wasn't going to help. None of Assad's former allies were going to help. He didn't trust the East and he certainly didn't trust the West. The East had abandoned him and the West wanted to kill him.

Now that Syria was completely alone, Assad had a major decision to make: should his government have control over a natural gas pocket in southern Syria? If he took control of the gas pocket, he'd be accused of being a Communist, something he didn't want.

I need someone to sell me oil, or else we're going to suffer. He lay awake that night, trying to think, and decided to make a very risky decision. He sat at his desk, writing out the following message to every head-of-state.

To: every head-of-state who receives this message,

Syria is in desperate need for oil and natural gas. The wars in the Middle East and Asia have cut Syria off from the rest of the world, if we don't get a steady supply of oil, we're going to collapse.

Anyone willing to work with me, please reply, and quickly.

(signed) President Bashar al-Assad of the Syrian Arab Republic

To: Syria
From: Russia
Dear Assad, we won't abandon you and we will help you. Putin is now Czar of Russia, but what was done to Syria are the communists' fault. You should survive in a fascist way. We should also blame on Jews, homosexuals, disabled, feminists and those Americans.

Sincerly, PM Viktor Svoloch of the Russian Confederation

[Krugeristan]

(Image)

Damascus, Syria

Assad was like the one awkward kid on the playground who had only a few friends before those few friends got tangled up in their own lives, abandoning him, and he wasn't surprised. Assad simply got on the swing, and pushed himself, back and forth, back and forth, until he was in the air. He didn't need friends if he could support himself.

The recent wars in the Middle East had left Syria to fend for herself. Iran wasn't going to help. Russia wasn't going to help. None of Assad's former allies were going to help. He didn't trust the East and he certainly didn't trust the West. The East had abandoned him and the West wanted to kill him.

Now that Syria was completely alone, Assad had a major decision to make: should his government have control over a natural gas pocket in southern Syria? If he took control of the gas pocket, he'd be accused of being a Communist, something he didn't want.

I need someone to sell me oil, or else we're going to suffer. He lay awake that night, trying to think, and decided to make a very risky decision. He sat at his desk, writing out the following message to every head-of-state.

To: every head-of-state who receives this message,

Syria is in desperate need for oil and natural gas. The wars in the Middle East and Asia have cut Syria off from the rest of the world, if we don't get a steady supply of oil, we're going to collapse.

Anyone willing to work with me, please reply, and quickly.

(signed) President Bashar al-Assad of the Syrian Arab Republic

To: Syria
From: Russia
Dear Assad, we won't abandon you and we will help you. Putin is now Czar of Russia, but what was done to Syria are the communists' fault. You should survive in a fascist way. We should also blame on Jews, homosexuals, disabled, feminists and those Americans.

Sincerly, PM Viktor Svoloch of the Russian Confederation

Re: Russia,

What you're suggesting is absolutely absurd. I will not blame groups of people for Syria's problems. It is not their fault, but their governments' faults, and I refuse to persecute innocent people because of your insane scapegoats.

(signed) President Assad

[The Pacifican Islands]

Toronto, Ontario

Prime Minister John Verdonneau opened the car door to reporters swarming around him. He pushed his way through Nathan Phillips Square. Slowly, he made his way towards the actual city hall, where he was expected to head to the Council Chamber to deliver a speech about his election the year prior. It was a narrow victory for him, but he won and would secure the position of Prime Minister. Slowly, as he approached the door of the City Hall, he had reoccurring thoughts. Should he stay loyal to the falling America? Or should he align himself with the new kids on the block, the CLHC? These thoughts spun around his mind.

Fort McMurray, Alberta

A bright glint shone in the night sky above Fort Mac. A comet of sorts, a tracer, scorched the sky of Fort McMurray before it creates a fireball on impact.

John H. Chapman Space Centre, Longueuil, Quebec

Mission Command: Sir! We have lost control with TelSat 7.

Head of the CSA: Where? Trajectory?

Mission Command: Somewhere over Medicine Hat, Alberta. The trajectory would bring it into Fort McMurray.

Head of the CSA: How could have this happened?

Mission Command: We don't know, but it was in a stable orbit just then! It seems like it was deorbited by something.

Head of the CSA: Anything from Fort Mac?

Mission Command: Yeah. It doesn't seem good.

Head of the CSA: Oh no.

[Krugeristan]

Toronto, Ontario

Prime Minister John Verdonneau opened the car door to reporters swarming around him. He pushed his way through Nathan Phillips Square. Slowly, he made his way towards the actual city hall, where he was expected to head to the Council Chamber to deliver a speech about his election the year prior. It was a narrow victory for him, but he won and would secure the position of Prime Minister. Slowly, as he approached the door of the City Hall, he had reoccurring thoughts. Should he stay loyal to the falling America? Or should he align himself with the new kids on the block, the CLHC? These thoughts spun around his mind.

Fort McMurray, Alberta

A bright glint shone in the night sky above Fort Mac. A comet of sorts, a tracer, scorched the sky of Fort McMurray before it creates a fireball on impact.

John H. Chapman Space Centre, Longueuil, Quebec

Mission Command: Sir! We have lost control with TelSat 7.

Head of the CSA: Where? Trajectory?

Mission Command: Somewhere over Medicine Hat, Alberta. The trajectory would bring it into Fort McMurray.

Head of the CSA: How could have this happened?

Mission Command: We don't know, but it was in a stable orbit just then! It seems like it was deorbited by something.

Head of the CSA: Anything from Fort Mac?

Mission Command: Yeah. It doesn't seem good.

Head of the CSA: Oh no.

Damascus, Syria

"So there're issues in Canada regarding the prime minister and a comet over Alberta, blah, blah, blah. Why should I care?" Assad smirked at his aide. "Unless Canada gets their head out of their ass and sells us oil, I really don't care what happens to them. Whaddaya want me to do?"

"Sir, I'm not asking you to do something, I'm--"

"You wouldn't have brought up Canada if you didn't want me to do something. Now, what is it? Spit it out." Assad towered over the aide by several inches, and he stared down at him with searing, unnaturally blue eyes.

The aide swallowed nervously. "Sir, I was just informing you . . . in case you wanted an oil deal with Canada."

"At least you said something. Get out of my office." When the aide left, Assad sat at his desk, thinking hard. Canada's not going to give me oil. Doesn't hurt to try.

To: The Prime Minister of Canada,

If it doesn't hurt your schedule, I would appreciate coming to your capitol to discuss a possible oil trade with you. I understand Syria and Canada have never had relations in the past, but I would like to change that, and for the better.

(signed) President Assad of Syria

[Arvenia]

The Russian military began arming up for possible attack on Syria. Whenever now or later, it would take days or even years to prepare for war. The Russian government began giving support to Kurds and Assyrians in Syria, hoping to ignite a rebellion. The Russian government sends a message to Canada.

To: Canada
From: Russia
Dear PM of Canada, this meteor is absurd and not seen often. We would support you in surviving a meteor incident so you don't end up like the dinosaurs. We will give you financial support and even humanitarian aid if a disaster was to occur.

Sincerly, PM Viktor Svoloch of the Russian Confederation

[The Pacifican Islands]

Ottawa, Canada

"You want me to what?!" The Prime Minister exclaimed loudly.

"Honourable Prime Minister, Bashar Al Assad has asked to visit Ottawa for a oil deal." The secretary reclined in a chair.

Sitting down, the PM collected himself. "Okay, let's do it. Now please leave."

The Office of the Prime Minister of Canada

Dear President Bashar Al Assad

We would love to host a formal opening of relationships between Syria and Canada. I thank you so very much for reaching out to me. Let's have this meeting in Ottawa as soon as possible.

Regards
John Verdonneau

---

Fort McMurray, Alberta

The first responders arrived on the scene. It was a scorched octagon, looking seemingly alien. Once they approached it, they dusted off the side of the craft. It read: "TelSat 7 - Canadian Forces Reconnaissance Satellite". The people rocked back in disgust. Was the Canadian Forces hiding something? Why would they hide a spy satellite as a tv satellite? And finally, why did it fall from the sky?

Ottawa, Canada

The secretary rushed back in. The PM sighed.
"What now?"
"Sir," The secretary explained, "they want to provide humanitarian support to the 'meteor' that landed near Fort Mac."
The PM was furious.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL THEM ITS A DOWNED SATELLITE!?

The Office of the Prime Minister of Canada

Dear Prime Minister Viktor Svoloch of the Russian Confederation

Thank you for your kind offering of humanitarian support. No, this won't be another wildfire. We have already solved the issue.

Regards
John Verdonneau

[Krugeristan]

Ottawa, Canada

"You want me to what?!" The Prime Minister exclaimed loudly.

"Honourable Prime Minister, Bashar Al Assad has asked to visit Ottawa for a oil deal." The secretary reclined in a chair.

Sitting down, the PM collected himself. "Okay, let's do it. Now please leave."

The Office of the Prime Minister of Canada

Dear President Bashar Al Assad

We would love to host a formal opening of relationships between Syria and Canada. I thank you so very much for reaching out to me. Let's have this meeting in Ottawa as soon as possible.

Regards
John Verdonneau

---

Fort McMurray, Alberta

The first responders arrived on the scene. It was a scorched octagon, looking seemingly alien. Once they approached it, they dusted off the side of the craft. It read: "TelSat 7 - Canadian Forces Reconnaissance Satellite". The people rocked back in disgust. Was the Canadian Forces hiding something? Why would they hide a spy satellite as a tv satellite? And finally, why did it fall from the sky?

Ottawa, Canada

The secretary rushed back in. The PM sighed.
"What now?"
"Sir," The secretary explained, "they want to provide humanitarian support to the 'meteor' that landed near Fort Mac."
The PM was furious.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL THEM ITS A DOWNED SATELLITE!?

The Office of the Prime Minister of Canada

Dear Prime Minister Viktor Svoloch of the Russian Confederation

Thank you for your kind offering of humanitarian support. No, this won't be another wildfire. We have already solved the issue.

Regards
John Verdonneau

Assad was in his office, staring out the window, when another aide walked in.

"Mr. President, the Canadian prime minister responded to your letter." The aide set the response on the desk.

"Thank you." Assad turned around to pick up the letter, and skimmed over it. "Well, as soon as possible means now. Get my jet ready. Put a very small detail on board. I'll be on in a few minutes." When the aide left, Assad disappeared into another room to freshen up and slide a loaded pistol into a holster strapped to his belt. Not taking any chances. Canada might not want me there after all. He threw on a heavy, black, jacket, and walked out to his jet, en route to Ottawa.

[The Pacifican Islands]

Ottawa, Canada

The secretary rushed in. "Sir, the Syrian Delegation will arrive in an hour."

The PM sighed. "Bring me to the airport in 10 minutes. Thank you."

With that, the secretary rushed away.

He secretly had doubts. Maybe Assad isn't even on the plane and it's just a way to kill him. He wasn't going to risk it. He reached under his desk to retrieve two briefcases. One contained official documents and the other contained an MP5K. He handed the first briefcase to the bodyguard opening his car door and held the MP5 close to his chest.

Macdonald-Cartier International Airport

The Prime Minister tensed up. He opened the briefcase and switched off the safety for the gun. Through the front windshield, he could see the Syrian flag on the tail fin of the aircraft.

[Krugeristan]

Ottawa, Canada

The secretary rushed in. "Sir, the Syrian Delegation will arrive in an hour."

The PM sighed. "Bring me to the airport in 10 minutes. Thank you."

With that, the secretary rushed away.

He secretly had doubts. Maybe Assad isn't even on the plane and it's just a way to kill him. He wasn't going to risk it. He reached under his desk to retrieve two briefcases. One contained official documents and the other contained an MP5K. He handed the first briefcase to the bodyguard opening his car door and held the MP5 close to his chest.

Macdonald-Cartier International Airport

The Prime Minister tensed up. He opened the briefcase and switched off the safety for the gun. Through the front windshield, he could see the Syrian flag on the tail fin of the aircraft.

Assad waited a few minutes to collect himself before getting off the plane. After unconsciously checking his pistol again, he signaled his bodyguards, and then stepped off the jet. Paranoia was making adrenaline pulse through him, and his heart was pounding harder as he approached the prime minister, fearing a sniper was lying in wait to shoot him.

"Prime Minister," Assad said, holding out his hand. "Thank you for letting me come here on such short notice."

[Arvenia]

Crimea b Tartars has been fleeing from Crimea to searching for a new place to live in. The Russian doesn't care about it. The ISB (Imperial Security Service) has been spying on pro-Ukrainian separatist activities. The Russian military began building on new weapons and vehicles.

[The Pacifican Islands]

Ottawa, Canada

The secretary rushed in. "Sir, the Syrian Delegation will arrive in an hour."

The PM sighed. "Bring me to the airport in 10 minutes. Thank you."

With that, the secretary rushed away.

He secretly had doubts. Maybe Assad isn't even on the plane and it's just a way to kill him. He wasn't going to risk it. He reached under his desk to retrieve two briefcases. One contained official documents and the other contained an MP5K. He handed the first briefcase to the bodyguard opening his car door and held the MP5 close to his chest.

Macdonald-Cartier International Airport

The Prime Minister tensed up. He opened the briefcase and switched off the safety for the gun. Through the front windshield, he could see the Syrian flag on the tail fin of the aircraft.

Assad waited a few minutes to collect himself before getting off the plane. After unconsciously checking his pistol again, he signaled his bodyguards, and then stepped off the jet. Paranoia was making adrenaline pulse through him, and his heart was pounding harder as he approached the prime minister, fearing a sniper was lying in wait to shoot him.

"Prime Minister," Assad said, holding out his hand. "Thank you for letting me come here on such short notice."

John Verdonneau held out his hand to Bashar Al Assad.
"Thank you so much for coming, Mr Assad. As you know, there is a part of the Canadian population who does not agree to this meeting, so security is key. I believe this will open a new chapter in Canadian history."
As he shook his hand, the Prime Minister subconsciously noticed a man on the roof of one of the buildings on a prone position. He didn't remember a sniper there. Immediately his heart started beating quickly. This must be wrong. Someone doesn't want me to meet with him.
Pressing the button on the handle of the briefcase, the covers fell away and exposed the MP5.
"Mr Assad, should we get into the car?"

[Krugeristan]

Assad waited a few minutes to collect himself before getting off the plane. After unconsciously checking his pistol again, he signaled his bodyguards, and then stepped off the jet. Paranoia was making adrenaline pulse through him, and his heart was pounding harder as he approached the prime minister, fearing a sniper was lying in wait to shoot him.

"Prime Minister," Assad said, holding out his hand. "Thank you for letting me come here on such short notice."

John Verdonneau held out his hand to Bashar Al Assad.
"Thank you so much for coming, Mr Assad. As you know, there is a part of the Canadian population who does not agree to this meeting, so security is key. I believe this will open a new chapter in Canadian history."
As he shook his hand, the Prime Minister subconsciously noticed a man on the roof of one of the buildings on a prone position. He didn't remember a sniper there. Immediately his heart started beating quickly. This must be wrong. Someone doesn't want me to meet with him.
Pressing the button on the handle of the briefcase, the covers fell away and exposed the MP5.
"Mr Assad, should we get into the car?"

"Of course." Assad could also sense something was wrong, just from the look on Verdonneau's face, and a chill shot down his spine. He looked around, and followed Verdonneau to the car. He whispered, "What's going on?" to the Canadian prime minister.

[The Pacifican Islands]

John Verdonneau held out his hand to Bashar Al Assad.
"Thank you so much for coming, Mr Assad. As you know, there is a part of the Canadian population who does not agree to this meeting, so security is key. I believe this will open a new chapter in Canadian history."
As he shook his hand, the Prime Minister subconsciously noticed a man on the roof of one of the buildings on a prone position. He didn't remember a sniper there. Immediately his heart started beating quickly. This must be wrong. Someone doesn't want me to meet with him.
Pressing the button on the handle of the briefcase, the covers fell away and exposed the MP5.
"Mr Assad, should we get into the car?"

"Of course." Assad could also sense something was wrong, just from the look on Verdonneau's face, and a chill shot down his spine. He looked around, and followed Verdonneau to the car. He whispered, "What's going on?" to the Canadian prime minister.

Verdonneau raised his MP5 to his hand. Whispering, he said,
"You must understand, Mr Assad, that you are not very popular with the Canadian population. Canada has problems too."
Assad reached his hand to his hip. He came prepared. Verdonneau heard a bang, and yanked Assad into the car. The bullet hit the open car door, knocking it off the hinges of the car. Very quickly, the driver started driving. He could see people chasing the car, armed with assault rifles. Switching off the safety, he turned to Assad.
"Not again..."

[Krugeristan]

"Of course." Assad could also sense something was wrong, just from the look on Verdonneau's face, and a chill shot down his spine. He looked around, and followed Verdonneau to the car. He whispered, "What's going on?" to the Canadian prime minister.

Verdonneau raised his MP5 to his hand. Whispering, he said,
"You must understand, Mr Assad, that you are not very popular with the Canadian population. Canada has problems too."
Assad reached his hand to his hip. He came prepared. Verdonneau heard a bang, and yanked Assad into the car. The bullet hit the open car door, knocking it off the hinges of the car. Very quickly, the driver started driving. He could see people chasing the car, armed with assault rifles. Switching off the safety, he turned to Assad.
"Not again..."

"Oh, yay, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with this here," Assad said. "Oh, I understand that. I'm not popular with anyone in the West, but I didn't think you had whole armed militias against me in Canada!" He then frowned. "What do you mean, 'not again'?"

[The Pacifican Islands]

Verdonneau raised his MP5 to his hand. Whispering, he said,
"You must understand, Mr Assad, that you are not very popular with the Canadian population. Canada has problems too."
Assad reached his hand to his hip. He came prepared. Verdonneau heard a bang, and yanked Assad into the car. The bullet hit the open car door, knocking it off the hinges of the car. Very quickly, the driver started driving. He could see people chasing the car, armed with assault rifles. Switching off the safety, he turned to Assad.
"Not again..."

"Oh, yay, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with this here," Assad said. "Oh, I understand that. I'm not popular with anyone in the West, but I didn't think you had whole armed militias against me in Canada!" He then frowned. "What do you mean, 'not again'?"

"Well," Verdonneau explained, "As you should know, the US, wait."

He scrolled down the window and unloaded a full magazine in the general direction of the pursuers.

"The US, they have some civil unrest issues, and some of that has spread to Canada. Gangs and factions. We can't stop it without declaring war against factions in the US, basically fighting our allies. On the way here, I was ambushed by a drive by shooting, with very similar cars. Our car is bulletproof, but it still scared the hell out of me."

[Krugeristan]

"Oh, yay, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with this here," Assad said. "Oh, I understand that. I'm not popular with anyone in the West, but I didn't think you had whole armed militias against me in Canada!" He then frowned. "What do you mean, 'not again'?"

"Well," Verdonneau explained, "As you should know, the US, wait."

He scrolled down the window and unloaded a full magazine in the general direction of the pursuers.

"The US, they have some civil unrest issues, and some of that has spread to Canada. Gangs and factions. We can't stop it without declaring war against factions in the US, basically fighting our allies. On the way here, I was ambushed by a drive by shooting, with very similar cars. Our car is bulletproof, but it still scared the hell out of me."

"Let me just say, I'm glad I went to the bathroom beforehand, or else you would've had kind of a mess in your car." Assad took his pistol out of its holster. "I actually thought it'd be you trying to kill me, so I came prepared, but, nope." He rolls down his window to take a shot at the pursuers as well, before quickly rolling it back up to change magazines. "In all honesty, I certainly don't feel like the bad guy, and I'm not convinced you're a bad guy either. I can show respect to a prime minister not afraid to carry a submachine gun around with him."