Clash of Nations [IC] [Alt. History] [Cancelled]

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

(Image)
the Empire of the United Congo
Syria

Mobutu Mantusi's face turned red, then he smiled crazily.
" I see mah assadian arabic mexican, we're going to have to do this the hard way..."
pulling out a chest full of explosives, he laughed maniacally as he pressed the button on them, not making an explosion sound, but starting a timer.
"You have five minutes to come to an agreement, and, just so you don't yell..."
dazing off, he pulled out a Pistol and gave two bodyguards that came into the room a colt .45 bullet to the brain, forcing both of them back. Assad's face turned red
. "y-you just shot two of my guards! you clearly are one of the craziest people I have ever met, get the fuck out of my room, NOW!!"
Assad's voice boomed across the small room, forcing Mantusi onto the floor.
"You come into my country, and instead of acting civilized, you act as insane as ever, and stop fucking calling me a fucking Assadian!"
yanking the gun from Mobutu's hands, he reloaded the gun and his hands began to shake...
" so it's a maybe on the nuke thing?"
Mobutu cracked as Assad released the safety from the gun and she turned to the lady on the screen.
"Who am I? Who am I?! I am a well known reality TV star from the hit Congolese program, Hantakai e Hangasha, we're still working on the title in the fifth season, and now I am a drug dealer turned ambassador for the Empire of the Congo,who are you?!"

Kinshasha
Emperor Kumbali Umango the I felt the armored BTR-60 stop outside of the Church where he was supposed to give his speech, he regretted eating all that pizza, as now he felt sort of queasy, as he took a deep breath, he calmed down and approached the stadium, protected by several guards.
"People of the Grand Empire of the United Congo, we are a nation of many faces and indeed several races, some more pure than others according to the Church of Kumbali, there is to be a class system where the following are to be placed in categories,the Bantu peoples are in one main group called the Enlightened and Domination, they are to pay just 6% Taxes in the nation, they shall be the richest people in the nation, and they will be the top dogs! next to them shall be the Central Sudanic/Ubangian people groups of Ngbandi, Ngbaka, Manvu, Mbunja, Moru-Mangbetu, Zande, Logo and Lugbara, they will be considered second class citizens in the nation, and they will be restricted in the way they shall move around, as all the ethnic groups listed as second class are to get ration cards for food, and bathing rights for two hours a day, they are to pay 30% of the Tax for the Congolese Imperial Government, any and all soldiers are to be in this class, with officers and generals in the first one. Alur, Kakwa, Bari and the Mbuti, Twa, Baka, Babinga on the other hand, are to make up the slave labor force of the nation, growing food, serving in the army. there is to be a fourth group, known simply as the Whites, they are the minorites in the nation, they shall be the gladiators, grandma racers and the like, serving on our beck and call as the white man slave owners did to the African, think of it as reverse slavery!"

Naia moved the holographic screen away from her face and to the side. She sighed, looking at the Ambassador. "I am Naia Czrozny, also known as NAI-1Av421. I can already tell I will not like you, so please leave this room now."

[Krugeristan]

(Image)
the Empire of the United Congo
Syria

Mobutu Mantusi's face turned red, then he smiled crazily.
" I see mah assadian arabic mexican, we're going to have to do this the hard way..."
pulling out a chest full of explosives, he laughed maniacally as he pressed the button on them, not making an explosion sound, but starting a timer.
"You have five minutes to come to an agreement, and, just so you don't yell..."
dazing off, he pulled out a Pistol and gave two bodyguards that came into the room a colt .45 bullet to the brain, forcing both of them back. Assad's face turned red
. "y-you just shot two of my guards! you clearly are one of the craziest people I have ever met, get the fuck out of my room, NOW!!"
Assad's voice boomed across the small room, forcing Mantusi onto the floor.
"You come into my country, and instead of acting civilized, you act as insane as ever, and stop fucking calling me a fucking Assadian!"
yanking the gun from Mobutu's hands, he reloaded the gun and his hands began to shake...
" so it's a maybe on the nuke thing?"
Mobutu cracked as Assad released the safety from the gun and she turned to the lady on the screen.
"Who am I? Who am I?! I am a well known reality TV star from the hit Congolese program, Hantakai e Hangasha, we're still working on the title in the fifth season, and now I am a drug dealer turned ambassador for the Empire of the Congo,who are you?!"

Kinshasha
Emperor Kumbali Umango the I felt the armored BTR-60 stop outside of the Church where he was supposed to give his speech, he regretted eating all that pizza, as now he felt sort of queasy, as he took a deep breath, he calmed down and approached the stadium, protected by several guards.
"People of the Grand Empire of the United Congo, we are a nation of many faces and indeed several races, some more pure than others according to the Church of Kumbali, there is to be a class system where the following are to be placed in categories,the Bantu peoples are in one main group called the Enlightened and Domination, they are to pay just 6% Taxes in the nation, they shall be the richest people in the nation, and they will be the top dogs! next to them shall be the Central Sudanic/Ubangian people groups of Ngbandi, Ngbaka, Manvu, Mbunja, Moru-Mangbetu, Zande, Logo and Lugbara, they will be considered second class citizens in the nation, and they will be restricted in the way they shall move around, as all the ethnic groups listed as second class are to get ration cards for food, and bathing rights for two hours a day, they are to pay 30% of the Tax for the Congolese Imperial Government, any and all soldiers are to be in this class, with officers and generals in the first one. Alur, Kakwa, Bari and the Mbuti, Twa, Baka, Babinga on the other hand, are to make up the slave labor force of the nation, growing food, serving in the army. there is to be a fourth group, known simply as the Whites, they are the minorites in the nation, they shall be the gladiators, grandma racers and the like, serving on our beck and call as the white man slave owners did to the African, think of it as reverse slavery!"

Naia moved the holographic screen away from her face and to the side. She sighed, looking at the Ambassador. "I am Naia Czrozny, also known as NAI-1Av421. I can already tell I will not like you, so please leave this room now."

Assad looked at Naia, then at the chest full of explosives and the timer. He gave her a pleading look, one that said, "Do whatever you can to get me out of this building before this explodes."

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

Naia moved the holographic screen away from her face and to the side. She sighed, looking at the Ambassador. "I am Naia Czrozny, also known as NAI-1Av421. I can already tell I will not like you, so please leave this room now."

Assad looked at Naia, then at the chest full of explosives and the timer. He gave her a pleading look, one that said, "Do whatever you can to get me out of this building before this explodes."

Naia slowly made her way to the bed of Assad, prepared to pick him up at any notice. She moved the holographic screen to the front of her face, seemingly checking something before setting the screen aside again. It seems to float in the air, almost from an unknown source. One thing was for sure though.

Naia was not human.

[Krugeristan]

Assad looked at Naia, then at the chest full of explosives and the timer. He gave her a pleading look, one that said, "Do whatever you can to get me out of this building before this explodes."

Naia slowly made her way to the bed of Assad, prepared to pick him up at any notice. She moved the holographic screen to the front of her face, seemingly checking something before setting the screen aside again. It seems to float in the air, almost from an unknown source. One thing was for sure though.

Naia was not human.

"Listen, 'Ambassador'," Assad said. "I don't accept your deal, now, get out of here. You're certainly not getting anything after how you've treated me today." He looked at Naia, whispering, "Disconnect all the hospital equipment."

[Democratic East-Asia]

Union of Eurasia, Romanian Border

Boris Stakovich was just your typical Eurasian tanker; tough, stubborn, and surprisingly educated. Having graduated near the bottom of his University class, Boris had decided to join the military to make up for his rather poor performance in school. His parents had never complained about such, and it went rather well for him. That was 15 years ago. Now at the age of 37, Boris was a seasoned veteran in the Eurasian tank corps.

Orders had been given lately for his corps to fall back towards old Ukrainian borders. Boris had not much of a clue what this was about, but the in the back of his mind knew a few things. This part of Romania was never particularly "slavic", and although the Union didn't discriminate, it was always an iffy subject. The people here were indifferent to Eurasian rule, and some still had a bit of nationalist sentiment. The Govt. was most likely going to hand over the province to Romania following some discussion. Eurasia needed some allies and / or friends after all.

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

Naia slowly made her way to the bed of Assad, prepared to pick him up at any notice. She moved the holographic screen to the front of her face, seemingly checking something before setting the screen aside again. It seems to float in the air, almost from an unknown source. One thing was for sure though.

Naia was not human.

"Listen, 'Ambassador'," Assad said. "I don't accept your deal, now, get out of here. You're certainly not getting anything after how you've treated me today." He looked at Naia, whispering, "Disconnect all the hospital equipment."

Slowly making her way to the back, she disconnected all the IVs from Assad's body, and also the heartbeat monitor. She continued standing there, waiting for orders. She caught a glimpse of the holographic screen, and she resisted the urge to fire the Mark 45 127mm gun at the hospital. It would not only cause heavy damage, but also kill civilians.

[Krugeristan]

"Listen, 'Ambassador'," Assad said. "I don't accept your deal, now, get out of here. You're certainly not getting anything after how you've treated me today." He looked at Naia, whispering, "Disconnect all the hospital equipment."

Slowly making her way to the back, she disconnected all the IVs from Assad's body, and also the heartbeat monitor. She continued standing there, waiting for orders. She caught a glimpse of the holographic screen, and she resisted the urge to fire the Mark 45 127mm gun at the hospital. It would not only cause heavy damage, but also kill civilians.

"Alright," Assad whispered, "put the gun away, and get me out of here. We don't have a lot of time." He was in a lot of pain now. "Please hurry."

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

Slowly making her way to the back, she disconnected all the IVs from Assad's body, and also the heartbeat monitor. She continued standing there, waiting for orders. She caught a glimpse of the holographic screen, and she resisted the urge to fire the Mark 45 127mm gun at the hospital. It would not only cause heavy damage, but also kill civilians.

"Alright," Assad whispered, "put the gun away, and get me out of here. We don't have a lot of time." He was in a lot of pain now. "Please hurry."

She slowly walked to Assad, and put her arms underneath him, and she successfully lifted him up, although she looks like she couldn't lift him up at all. She moved the holographic screen aside once again before deciding to remove it from her sight. As the holographic sight dissapered, she nodded at Assad, looking at both the door and at the window.

[Newne Carriebean7]

the Empire of the United Congo
Syria

Mobutu Mantusi simply laughed at the news, he chuckled as the lady took the lanky assadian away from there, and then he remembered what he was doing... running back downstairs as he got on his phone, he talked to the guards he had arranged throughout.
"This is Mobutu, prepare the Jet for take off at once, we're leaving this Popsicle stand in the batshit insane east, begin to detonate the explosives, hallways one through three... block off enemy reinforcement's paths, I'll meet you on the roof!"
"Yes sir, the bombs are in position."
as he made his way upstairs, the entire building shook. the first explosion had gone off. shaking his head, he continued to the roof, coming across a scared Arabic child, calming her down, he gave her a grenade and pulled the string, tossing the little girl and the explosive down an elevator shaft ,damaging one of the elevators in the hospital. as he broke through the gated door ontop, he saw that the helicopter had arrived, as he boarded it, he saw several explosions down below, blowing out the windows at the bottom level and causing many passersby to flee in terror at it, taking some binoculars, he looked for the lanky Syrian, and he did not see him... smirking.he smacked the pilot's shiny bald head.
"Let's get the hell out of here!"
the driver of the helicopter nodded as he took off from the roof with Mantusi onboard.

[Krugeristan]

"Alright," Assad whispered, "put the gun away, and get me out of here. We don't have a lot of time." He was in a lot of pain now. "Please hurry."

She slowly walked to Assad, and put her arms underneath him, and she successfully lifted him up, although she looks like she couldn't lift him up at all. She moved the holographic screen aside once again before deciding to remove it from her sight. As the holographic sight dissapered, she nodded at Assad, looking at both the door and at the window.

"We have one chance. Just run," Assad whispered, "before that bomb goes off." He knew there was no way he was escaping this without the wound on his stomach opening back up, but it was either bleed a little, or die in an explosion.

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

She slowly walked to Assad, and put her arms underneath him, and she successfully lifted him up, although she looks like she couldn't lift him up at all. She moved the holographic screen aside once again before deciding to remove it from her sight. As the holographic sight dissapered, she nodded at Assad, looking at both the door and at the window.

"We have one chance. Just run," Assad whispered, "before that bomb goes off." He knew there was no way he was escaping this without the wound on his stomach opening back up, but it was either bleed a little, or die in an explosion.

She then took off, running to the emergency staircase. Looking down, she noticed one of the grenades had shattered the elevator shaft, so she groaned. She opened up another holographic screen infront of her face, just enough for Assad to see. Muttering some words in Russian, the screen went black, and popped up to the Sea Sparrow system. It was ready to launch at anytime.

Looking at Assad, she finally spoke as she climbed up to the roof. "One of the Thorn's helicopters is on the way here. Shall I go on full weapon status?" She continued climbing.

[Krugeristan]

"We have one chance. Just run," Assad whispered, "before that bomb goes off." He knew there was no way he was escaping this without the wound on his stomach opening back up, but it was either bleed a little, or die in an explosion.

She then took off, running to the emergency staircase. Looking down, she noticed one of the grenades had shattered the elevator shaft, so she groaned. She opened up another holographic screen infront of her face, just enough for Assad to see. Muttering some words in Russian, the screen went black, and popped up to the Sea Sparrow system. It was ready to launch at anytime.

Looking at Assad, she finally spoke as she climbed up to the roof. "One of the Thorn's helicopters is on the way here. Shall I go on full weapon status?" She continued climbing.

"Don't do anything too crazy," Assad said. "Just get me out of here."

In the meantime, Assad's military staff were debating what to do about the hospital attack, when it was reported the Congolese madman had left.

"So, this guy comes, shoots a nurse, shoots Syrian soldiers, and he thinks my brother is going to give him nuclear weapons?" Maher said, clearly pissed. "Is Congo so stupid that they think we have nuclear capabilities?"

"Apparently so," a major said, looking at a map. "I don't know how he got through our airspace, probably because it was a diplomatic vessel, but I guess we're blocking that off now."

"I really want to slap that son-of-a-bitch for trying to hurt Bashar . . ." Maher muttered under his breath. "Have we evacuated the hospital?"

"Most of the personnel has gotten out, some went back in for patients. I don't think any high-risk patients in the immediate area of the blast made it."

"Fucking asshole. They kill people in their own country, and innocent people abroad?!" Maher stood up, slamming his fist on the table. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. I want to meet some other countries and discuss war on Congo. Is there anyone we can trust?"

"The Balkans have expressed sympathy for Assad in the past. South Africa, Congo's rival, would be a good idea. Eurasia, maybe."

"Send their leaders a message. Tell them I want to meet in Serbia and have a serious talk about this."

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

She then took off, running to the emergency staircase. Looking down, she noticed one of the grenades had shattered the elevator shaft, so she groaned. She opened up another holographic screen infront of her face, just enough for Assad to see. Muttering some words in Russian, the screen went black, and popped up to the Sea Sparrow system. It was ready to launch at anytime.

Looking at Assad, she finally spoke as she climbed up to the roof. "One of the Thorn's helicopters is on the way here. Shall I go on full weapon status?" She continued climbing.

"Don't do anything too crazy," Assad said. "Just get me out of here."

In the meantime, Assad's military staff were debating what to do about the hospital attack, when it was reported the Congolese madman had left.

"So, this guy comes, shoots a nurse, shoots Syrian soldiers, and he thinks my brother is going to give him nuclear weapons?" Maher said, clearly pissed. "Is Congo so stupid that they think we have nuclear capabilities?"

"Apparently so," a major said, looking at a map. "I don't know how he got through our airspace, probably because it was a diplomatic vessel, but I guess we're blocking that off now."

"I really want to slap that son-of-a-bitch for trying to hurt Bashar . . ." Maher muttered under his breath. "Have we evacuated the hospital?"

"Most of the personnel has gotten out, some went back in for patients. I don't think any high-risk patients in the immediate area of the blast made it."

"Fucking asshole. They kill people in their own country, and innocent people abroad?!" Maher stood up, slamming his fist on the table. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. I want to meet some other countries and discuss war on Congo. Is there anyone we can trust?"

"The Balkans have expressed sympathy for Assad in the past. South Africa, Congo's rival, would be a good idea. Eurasia, maybe."

"Send their leaders a message. Tell them I want to meet in Serbia and have a serious talk about this."

As Naia carried Assad, she kicked open the last door to the roof, and on the roof waiting was an SH-60 with some Blue Steel soldiers on it. Naia lifted Assad into the helicopter, and one of the soldiers started tending to his injuries. Naia jumped into the helicopter, and it lifted off, headed back towards the Thorn.

[Newne Carriebean7]

The Empire of the Congo
Kinshasa

Emperor Kumbali Umango the I was sitting in the tub happily soaking the stress and problems of the day away, turning a faucet, he watched as candy poured out of a small little tube in his bathroom. taking delight in having sweets, he chomped on the smarties and sweet tart chewies that he enjoyed so much, much to the detriment of the canines he had in his mouth that were suffering as worse as his people was. as he turned on a small Television he had in the bathroom and turned it to the local news, he remembered it was Monday, and every Monday was Mugabe Monday, where stories of the Zimbabwean dictator played on the only state run network, CongoCable. he chuckled slightly at the stories of Mugabe being carried by his servants to the capital when a South African assault began on them,and him saying that he was their creator of the world,
"a not too elaborate feet if I do say so myself..."
hearing a knock on the door, he panicked and turned the TV off, throwing it out the window to hit a fat lady playing tennis with a clown, the clown getting a gun and shooting the TV in the air, saving her life. Mugabe leapt from the tube as the door opened to the shock of the aide.
"Dear god sir, put some clothes on that thing!"
"fucka you for scaring me with your knockie knockie, and your bang bang, what's the news?"
"well sir, an ambassador from Syria has returned in shame."
Umango's eyebrows widened at the news.
"oh? really now? send him in for , ah, uh, a little chat..."
"Yes, oh mighty President of infinity."
as the aide bowed and walked off, he returned with the sobbing ambassador to the nation,Mobutu Mantusi. as the crying man blew his nose, Umango had no time for sympathy.
"Listen here you little shit, you blew one of our only chances at getting nukes! Now I am forced to go with plan B, sending in the spies to South Africa for nuclear secrets, however, there are little silver linings in this shit sandwich, and I do now know that there are two types of bombs, Fission and Hydrogen, from what I remember, the Fission ones are like the ones Japan got hit with, and a Hydrogen one is more powerful, knowing that, they will guard their hydrogen secrets with their lives, but I'm sure they don't mind us making a few nuclear bombs, so you're now the head of the Imperial Congolese Nuclear Research and Development of Nuclear Energy, just because we will take energy to learn their secrets."
when that was done, he dismissed the man by throwing him out of a chicken and tossing three cups of sake spiced with Tobacco sauce on him for some drunken Japanese tourists to think him as a urinal, while the former ambassador was enjoying the taste of Nippon piss, he was contacting another man.
" Yes, this is Rangala Borgani,Chadian nuclear scientist living in the Congo..."
"Hello Borgani, I'm going to need you to prepare some nuclear heavy water facility, primarily upriver near some tribes we don't like, that they are killed off, how should we put this, accidentally?"
" ah, yas bass, I is a g'wan do dat ball shat ammidetly!"
as the two men laughed, the stereotypical evil bad guy music played in the background.

[Equestria and Griffon]

Poland

"Yet again,another normal day in her nation's lifespan. Amidst the countryside,the towns who stood under here,were just not the centerpiece of the Polish plate collection that was the places of Poland. Alas,that was New Nadvirna,based of her city to the west,in Ukraine.A baltic~like nation bordered our nation to the north,and a technocracy ruled the oblast,of which they could strike us,but I digress." "The sounds of thunder echoed throughout Europe.And yet,Poland stayed in it's place.This is the Kingdom of Poland,a consitutional monarchy.

"Sir,how is the Kinetic Project going?" "Well,we've had a few things to happen here." "There's a lot more peo~ WHY?" "You almost bloody died."

[Gyrenaica]

Ooc: @Congo, Zimbabwe is part of me. Mugabe has never been president.

Pretoria, Transvaal, SAC
Prime Minister and his advisors were looking at the world map. The world was growing in tension. Sooner or later war would break out somewhere, and South Africa would need to find itself on the right side. He would never choose socialists over the much superior capitalists. He decided to write a letter to the Americans.

To: President Trump
The North American Union is one not to be messed with, and South Africa sees this. Should war come, we would rather be on your side than any other. Therefore I offer a military pact between us and permission to build some bases in South Africa if you wish.
Signed, Jeremia Nabinga

[Sweillia]

4 km from Nizhniy Novgorod

Eurasia

The room was dark and silent apart from the sound of breathing. The darkness suddenly lifted when a spotlight turned on to reveal a man sitting in a chair, with a bag over his head surrounded by men wearing balaclava's over their head's holding AK-74M's. The silence was broken when Petrovich barked

"START THE RECORDING!"
"Calm down."
"Sorry, Boss I got a bit overexcited"
"Ok, take off the bag, ordered Kondurov.

One of the masked men stepped up to the sitting man and took the bag off his head and ripped the tape off his lips. The man was clearly shocked to find that he was tied to a chair surrounded by masked, armed men. The only people that stood out were a tall man were a light brown trenchcoat and a man wearing clothing stereotypical of a general. Kondurov stepped up and said

"Sorry about this but.. well... it's complicated, what's your name?"
"Ma..Mar..Markov Pavlovich."
"I mean your family's REAL name."
"Pavlovich"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes of course I know my family's name! "
"Well these documents state otherwise."

Kondurov passed him the file detailing how Markov was in fact the heir to Romanov Dynasty. Markov's eyes opened widely.

"I...I...can't believe it, please, please don't kill me"
"Oh don't worry. All of the men in this room would do anything to be in your position, for we are the 2nd White Movement we aim to restore your family to the Russian Throne"

[Neomerica]

Ooc: @Congo, Zimbabwe is part of me. Mugabe has never been president.

Pretoria, Transvaal, SAC
Prime Minister and his advisors were looking at the world map. The world was growing in tension. Sooner or later war would break out somewhere, and South Africa would need to find itself on the right side. He would never choose socialists over the much superior capitalists. He decided to write a letter to the Americans.

To: President Trump
The North American Union is one not to be messed with, and South Africa sees this. Should war come, we would rather be on your side than any other. Therefore I offer a military pact between us and permission to build some bases in South Africa if you wish.
Signed, Jeremia Nabinga

As soon as the message was sent, a sudden flash came out of nowhere. When everyone in the room could finally see normally, they could see that a sentence was carved onto the map. It said:
SURRENDER OR BE INSLAVED

[Nuxipal]

To: Achaemenid Empire
Both South Africa and the Achaemenid Empire are loaded with natural resource wealth. We are both very blessed in this, but also cursed as many nations whose resources are dwindling will soon look to undermine us and take our resources. Therefore it is necessary that we take steps that will ensure our safety and sovereignty for centuries to come. What I would like to propose is a mutual defense pact and closer trade relations.
Signed, Prime Minister Jeremia Nabinga, South African Confederation

The message spelled out a potential alliance from the South African Confederation, which was a strange idea as Persian Interests didn't extend that far south. However, trade through the Horn of Africa region was always in danger, and an ally to the south of that would be a great strategic asset. Darius decided it would be just as good of a time as any to send the Prime Minister of South Africa a response.

To the Prime Minister of South Africa,

The proposal of a defensive pact along with closer trade relations is a very lucrative offer. The people of both nations will prosper a great deal after this deal has been brokered fully. I look forward to the day when we meet and sign the finished agreement and announce to the world that our nations will defend each other economically and militarily.

Signed, Shahanshah Darius VII of Persia

With the diplomatic issue put to rest, Darius was briefed by his generals in regards to what course of action he should take with the silence from the UN. After two hours of presentations and another hour of powerpoint slides, Darius and his generals broke for lunch and upon their return Darius made a decision and orders were sent out.

Military Bases Across Persia

Crews were put on high alert and some 100,000 reservists were called up. Troops were ordered to report to their bases and prepare for a major military confrontation. In the skies, fighters were set to patrol and intercept, not attack, any unidentified aircraft which crossed into Persian Airspace. Media outlets around the world were busy trying to figure out who was going to be attacked. Many suspected that it would be the Arabians, others believed Egypt and Sudan were to be attacked. One outlet even said it was a large enough force to attack India. However, no one could get a complete confirmation. The only thing that was said was that, "Well we aren't attacking the Russians, that's for sure."

[Krugeristan]

"Don't do anything too crazy," Assad said. "Just get me out of here."

In the meantime, Assad's military staff were debating what to do about the hospital attack, when it was reported the Congolese madman had left.

"So, this guy comes, shoots a nurse, shoots Syrian soldiers, and he thinks my brother is going to give him nuclear weapons?" Maher said, clearly pissed. "Is Congo so stupid that they think we have nuclear capabilities?"

"Apparently so," a major said, looking at a map. "I don't know how he got through our airspace, probably because it was a diplomatic vessel, but I guess we're blocking that off now."

"I really want to slap that son-of-a-bitch for trying to hurt Bashar . . ." Maher muttered under his breath. "Have we evacuated the hospital?"

"Most of the personnel has gotten out, some went back in for patients. I don't think any high-risk patients in the immediate area of the blast made it."

"Fucking asshole. They kill people in their own country, and innocent people abroad?!" Maher stood up, slamming his fist on the table. "I'm not putting up with this anymore. I want to meet some other countries and discuss war on Congo. Is there anyone we can trust?"

"The Balkans have expressed sympathy for Assad in the past. South Africa, Congo's rival, would be a good idea. Eurasia, maybe."

"Send their leaders a message. Tell them I want to meet in Serbia and have a serious talk about this."

As Naia carried Assad, she kicked open the last door to the roof, and on the roof waiting was an SH-60 with some Blue Steel soldiers on it. Naia lifted Assad into the helicopter, and one of the soldiers started tending to his injuries. Naia jumped into the helicopter, and it lifted off, headed back towards the Thorn.

"Now I really don't know how to thank you," Assad said. "I will say I'm glad you were there. I don't know what would've happened if no one was there." He weakly smiled. "Honestly, I . . . I really shouldn't say anything. Anything you want, I'll give it to you."

[Gyrenaica]

President Jeremia Nabinga looked down.
"Surrender? To who. God people are so stupid. Guards, I want copies of every camera. We will find out who these idiots are, track them down, and kill them."
The guards hurriedly did so and locked up the original copies in a safe and brought the others to the room. The African Palace was on lockdown and security is at maximum. Police have been alerted within a fifty mile radius and ordered to seize all video evidence in the past hour to help track whoever it was' movement.
The tapes were reviewed and photos are being out out of the attackers. South Africa also sends a copy of the attackers faces to every country of the world, big or small. This threat would be dealt with.

[The Yuktobanian Republic]

As Naia carried Assad, she kicked open the last door to the roof, and on the roof waiting was an SH-60 with some Blue Steel soldiers on it. Naia lifted Assad into the helicopter, and one of the soldiers started tending to his injuries. Naia jumped into the helicopter, and it lifted off, headed back towards the Thorn.

"Now I really don't know how to thank you," Assad said. "I will say I'm glad you were there. I don't know what would've happened if no one was there." He weakly smiled. "Honestly, I . . . I really shouldn't say anything. Anything you want, I'll give it to you."

Thinking for a moment, she decided to stay humble. "I do not need anything. All I needed was food and water for my fellow sailors. Personally I don't need it myself." She explained.

The SH-60 started decending, and as the medic tending to Assad continued to work on his opened wound, the helicopter touched down on the helipad of the Thorn.

[Gyrenaica]

Prime Minister Jeremia Nabinga has announced an emergency announcement.

"People of South Africa, today, during a meeting with my advisors, some terrorists snuck in and threatened our great nation with a message saying 'surrender or be enslaved.' This wonton attack and threat will be treated with the most dire punishment." It cut to the video of the people who had entered the room followed by pictures, each staying on the screen for 10 seconds each.
"These are the people involved. If you see them, contact local authority. If they are in a vehicle, remember to get the plates and type of car. I want these people off the streets. This will not stand!"

[Duestchstien]

ISIS had been battling Kurdistan for a while. However they had been slowly and slowly pushed back, the terrorist forces had to hold their last stronghold, Mosul, or they would be gone for good, luckily the Kurdistan forces were camped outside and ready to attack, any ISIS caravans streaming got destroyed leaving dwindling supplies for the ISIS forces.

Later in the Afternoon

The 3 attack Helicopters had been gunning down ISIS forces for almost 20 minutes before they had to pull back at the arrival of several enemy missile launchers. The forces camped outside had begun to set up snipers. And take out gaurds, at one point 2 teams of men infiltrated the city and took out soldiers located on the southern east side. Not much happened for another hour. Then about 5 tanks arrived ready to roll down the streets taking out enemies they first had to refuel after along trip. While waiting 10 armored cars were sent in near dens of ISIS soldiers they rolled the drivers sprinted away toward the outskirts of the city meeting up a point toward the west side were they broke into a gun fight on the streets against the enemy terrorists. While this happened the ISIS soldiers came to inspect the vehicles. Luckily for the Kurds they could read Kurdish and saw the signs saying stay away on the windows of the car. Soon ISIS soldiers crowded up around the vehicles which might I add were parked near the few buildings used by the command of the ISIS soldiers in the city. Then without warning the cars exploded into balls of Fiery death. In chaos the ISIS forces panicked, it didn't help with the Tanks now rolling around the city. Several soldiers ended up storming the east and North sides taking most of the city with that.

Dear, Syria

We accept your invitation and will send to of our best diplomats, Hejar Binar, and Lolan Pale. These diplomats will be assisted by Major General Amûd Tewran. We hope to make great success in our meeting and will be seeing you soon.

Sincerely,

The Government of Kurdistan

[Krugeristan]

"Now I really don't know how to thank you," Assad said. "I will say I'm glad you were there. I don't know what would've happened if no one was there." He weakly smiled. "Honestly, I . . . I really shouldn't say anything. Anything you want, I'll give it to you."

Thinking for a moment, she decided to stay humble. "I do not need anything. All I needed was food and water for my fellow sailors. Personally I don't need it myself." She explained.

The SH-60 started decending, and as the medic tending to Assad continued to work on his opened wound, the helicopter touched down on the helipad of the Thorn.

"Please, please, please, don't say that. You're the most important part of your team. They can't function if you're not healthy," Assad begged.