The Great Majorcan-Aglrinian Alliance [Closed]

[Aglrinia]

AN OFFICIAL AGLRINIAN GOVERNMENT COMMUNIQUÉ:

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ATTENTION: The following document is for the eyes of __King Marek Ryszard I__ only

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Addressed To: The Serene Kingdom of Great Majorca
From: Alexzandr Mansoor The Chancellor of The Imperial Diarchy Aglrinia
Subject: Alliance

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If history has shown anything regarding the both of our nations. Both Great Majorca and Aglrinia have shown time and time again to come at odds with the Estovakian nation. Due to thus the Aglrinian nation is known for several things, some of which we don't wish to wave around on a public banner. There's one specific trait that has grown to define us that I've grown to love and hate, our isolationist ways. The capital city is practically devoid of life, restricted to only government workers. Our foreign affairs policy has long been a matter of "we'll meet you on your turf or neutral turf stay out of here." Ambassador's are escorted and under surveillance practically twenty four seven, and barely ever allowed to leave Beijilano. The only record of a foreign high ranking official ever coming was for Victor Cranson's wedding. I would like to expand our trust, and strengthen our military alliance, create a larger embassy solely for your nation give your men some breathing room, and possibly even put some pressure on the Estovakian nation.

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Sincerely,

The Chancellor of The Imperial Diarchy of Aglrinia

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[Great Majorca]

AN OFFICIAL AGLRINIAN GOVERNMENT COMMUNIQUÉ:

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ATTENTION: The following document is for the eyes of __King Marek Ryszard I__ only

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Addressed To: The Serene Kingdom of Great Majorca
From: Alexansdr Mansoor The President of Aglrinia
Subject: Alliance

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If history has shown anything regarding the both of our nations. Both Great Majorca and Aglrinia have shown time and time again to come at odds with the Estovakian nation. Due to thus the Aglrinian nation is known for several things, some of which we don't wish to wave around on a public banner. There's one specific trait that has grown to define us that I've grown to love and hate, our isolationist ways. The capital city is practically devoid of life, restricted to only government workers. Our foreign affairs policy has long been a matter of "we'll meet you on your turf or neutral turf stay out of here." Ambassador's are escorted and under surveillance practically twenty four seven, and barely ever allowed to leave Beijilano. The only record of a foreign high ranking official ever coming was for Victor Cranson's wedding. I would like to expand our trust, and strengthen our military alliance, create a larger embassy solely for your nation give your men some breathing room, and possibly even put some pressure on the Estovakian nation.

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Sincerely,
(Image)
The President of Aglrinia

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Marek read the letter very carefuly and looked over all the details listed within. He set the letter on his desk and put his head into heands as Gordon paced back and forth in front of the king's desk. "Gordon, your pacing isn't helping" barked the king and Gordon stopped in his tracks as Marek continued. "Mr. Mansoor is proposing "better" relations. We haven't had decent relations since their general took custody of our special envoy and closed our embassy. But, we need allies and Aglrinia and I do share common ground on some issues. Sarfina is still in recovery and our realtionship with Estovakia is cordial after their complete withdrawl of Sarfina. More friends is not such a bad thing." Gordon began pacing again and replied "I agree your majesty but Aglrinia has a less than cordial relationship with Estovakia, this could force us to chose sides at some point." Marek nodded his head looked up and said "true, but we also have the opprtunity to try to bring two adversaries together and to strengthen our own relationship with Aglrinia. I will order the appointment of a special royal envoy to Aglrinia. There will be a trial period of 3 months to see exactly how Aglrinia is conducting themselves these days. After that trial period I will then appoint a full time ambassador to Aglrinia and we can build a stronger relationship. Also, perhaps a goodwill gesture on our parts, perhaps we can offer Korska island to the Aglrinians to use as a small military outpost. After the resort pulled out of there the island is nearly abandonec. Please have the appropriate documents on my desk for my signature and lets start rebuilding our friendship with Mr. Mansoor."

[Aglrinia]

Mr. Mansoor was staring out the window of "Harpy ", a helicopter designated solely for high ranking officials .. The helicopter was nicknamed after the nation's national bird the Harpy Eagle. For security measures it always flew with two exact duplicates, and they would rotate positions randomly.

The helicopter's destination was Skira Isle, now that the Aglrinian nation owned the entire island. Mr. Mansoor planned on making the nation's military presence known. He rarely left the capital city due to a fear similar to that of agoraphobia. More than likely caused by the history of assassinations of Aglrinian leaders. Now with weapons outside the government and the army his fear is beginning to become more minor. However with plans to revamp military bunkers, and give one to the Great Majorcan nation Mr. Mansoor didn't truly have much of a choice.

Upon arrival to Skira Isle, in the miltary base in the city of Mallorca previously named Esto City Mr. Mansoor wasn't hesitant to get things in order. "I wan't everything taken out of here, and equally distributed to the other bases on the island. Shred & Burn." The commanding officer in charge of the base wasn't briefed, and approached Mr. Mansoor in a rather annoyed manner. "Sir. Might I ask what is going on?" Mr. Mansoor looked at the officer, his eyes were black and his pupils were dilated. "You're all being reassigned and the base may be given to a ally of ours. Is that a problem." The officer being nearly two feet short shorter then Mr. Mansoor swallowed and said "No. Sir." Mr. Mansoor hugged the officer in an overbearing manner "Great! I want those three missile solos cleared, it will catch the international communities attention if they must bring their own." The officer looked at him with a strange glare. "Isn't it better to do it in secrecy?" Mr. Mansoor laughed a bit, "It's all politics my boy this island isn't far off the Estovakian Coastline, and if we catch their attention we may entice them and they're realize we're now more dangerous than ever as are the Great Majorcans. Now if you'll excuse me I need to be getting back to the Llahasa palace I'm expecting a communique or two." Mr. Mansoor slapped the officer's back and quickly made his way for the helicopter, the blades were already spinning nearly to the point where it was taking off and he quickly jumped into the helicopter, its destination Beijilano.

[Great Majorca]

Mr. Mansoor -

We are pleased that a new alliance is being forged between our two glorious nations. Korska Island has been set aside to be used by the Aglrinia people as a military outpost. The island lies nearly 140 miles off the coast of Great Majorca. It is small but I am sure you will find it adequate.

We have appointed Sir Carl Hauslich as a special royal envoy to Aglrinia. He will monitor our new diplomatic relations and will make recommendations on further and deeper relations in the future. We have been made aware of Skira island and are grateful for the tremendous show of generosity. While our intent is NOT to provoke the Estovakians we cannot deny the strategic and political importance of the islands location. A small detachment of assets and forces will be deployed to the island upon notification from you.

May our people enjoy the new peace and friendship we are proposing.

HM King Marek Ryszard
King of Great Majorca
Duke of Ohgen
Grand Duke of Sarfina

[Estovakia 13]

Union of Estovakian Socialist Republic, Cinigrad.

The Premier Volowski was in the war room when his Generallissimo Zhukov came in and showed him the satellite real time images on screen. The Premier looked on with disgust, they were going to use our lost land for the reason of having a knife right under our chin. Zhukov our land is being used against us I want that land back. Zhukov: Sir the 13th Armada with five of our supercarriers as the core and an Invasion Task Force of Guardsmen and Spetsnaz trialling them 1 mile to their starboard side are nearby. Volowski: Good send them and have them petrol Skira but out side of its waters, that way we are not trespassing. We are now on DEFCON 3, have our military on high alert. Skira is in rang of our Air Force so have them up as well and rotate every one in shifts so that some some is on station. Also our Airborne force have them in their planes just in case and have the 17th Army Group on their assault ships ready to back up the invasion of Skira if it happens. Zhukov: Understood. Zhukov begun to yell at other officers and all across the Mainland the Estovakian Warmachine was waking up, half its force was already ready before the order came in. Su-50(T-50) 5th generation stealth fighters begun to crowed the skies of Estovakia. SAMs and ICBMs were ready.


13th Armada: This is your Fleet Admiral Vladisvostok speaking, We are now headed to Skira Island comrades. The time has come to take back our land, I know some of you who are natives to Skira and would like to see it again. Our leaders will will talk with them but if they fail, then brace your self for whats to come.

77th Sub Wolf pack: Sir our orders from the Kremlin are to go to Skira just outside off its waters. Kaptain Alexandr: I see very well set the heading to Skira, we will escort our 6 big friends then.



To the Leaders of Aglrinia and Great Majorca, I Volowski wish to meet you two in our Capital Cinigard for negotiations. We will accept nothing ells but to have Skira back under the Estovakian flag.

[Aglrinia]

Mr. Mansoor was in his office, his secretary just phoned in through the intercom "Sir, a communique from King Marek Ryszard has just arrived, while the Estovakian nation has mobilized their Airforce and Navy to the point where it's practically sitting on top of Skira Isle. Apparently the Estovakian Premier Volowski has requested your presence" Alexzandr scoffed if "I had a damn dollar for every fucking time they mobilized a fleet I would be able to retire on a private island, and get out of this business. While they should know by now that I personally don't go to any nation, allied, neutral or enemy. Send Mr. Voukwald in my place, but have him debriefed first. Do your job and bring in the damn letter, you're not paid to talk!" The secretary walked in almost unaffected, working with Mr. Mansoor for nearly two years she's grown cold to his insults. She walked in said "here you are sir." Then she walked out without giving him a second thought. After she left Mr. Mansoor got up and walked towards a floor cabinet by the wall, he opened it up and there was a small stainless steel refrigerator inside it. He took out a bottle of scotch and poured a shot, drank it then poured a second, and downed that without hesitation. He walked towards the window that overlooked the square, "You've got to love a drink that's old enough to order itself." He looked at the envelope, "Those Esto's would've made a move regardless of whether or not we did this. They like playing with their war toys. Only twenty percent of war is truly fighting. Let's have some fun with propaganda, politics, and deception shall we?" Mr. Mansoor picked up the phone and called Generalissimo Zorawar.

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-Meanwhile-

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The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mr. Voukwald was meeting with the head of the AIB Dmitri Goss to be debriefed on the Estovakian nation. "The Estovakian nation is known for making unfounded accusations on several occasions. We expect that diplomatic talks won't truly get us anywhere, however for international purposes to make it look like we tried, you're going. This whole escapade started due to the protective alliance that is being built between ourselves and the Great Majorcan nation. They like to flex per-say their military might despite the fact that economically the people they choose to fight are much stronger. Should the talks show any sign of going sour, that necklace I just gave you pull it, your beeper will go off read it then say 'I apologize, there's an emergency in the capital I must go, I'll get back to you as soon as possible.' Should they not be willing to let you leave remind them of your diplomatic immunity, and remember you will have bodyguards." Mr. Voukwald looked at Dmitri "Understood, Why all this over one nation." Mr. Goss fixed his collar, "Because Bruce, there's Civilized people, there's children, there's dogs, then there's Estovakian's. Children grow and eventually become civilized, and you can train a dog, but Estovakian's they're a different story." Mr. Voukwald's jaw was slightly lowered and he was in a gaze at Mr. Goss thinking "They're people just like us, what could go wrong." He left Mr. Goss's office, and the AIB, and made his way for the Beijilano airport where he would be taken to Cinigrad in a specialized executive jet designed specifically for high ranking government officials. The Jet was bullet proof, fire proof, and it could even withstand the pulse of a nuclear blast.

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-Back at Mr. Mansoor's Office-

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"I don't care how strange it will make us look, in case you haven't noticed we aren't exactly the most casually dressed nation now do it!" Mr. Mansoor gave the order and it was done. He grabbed the communique off of his desk canvassed it, and smiled. "Better then nothing." He then picked up the phone and once again he called Generalissimo Zorawar "Have some men head a course for Korska Island once all this blows over, but have them go in an Oil Tanker so as to not arouse any suspicion." Without giving Generalissimo Zorawar time to respond he hung up the phone. "Let's roll."

[Estovakia 13]

Volowski: It seams that the Aglrinians are coming to Cinigrad, but its not the President. Anyway give them the proper Military red carpet welcome. Zhukov: understood comrade Premier. Then a GRU General came into the room. GRU General: Sir the Armada and our sub pack are in position. Currently they are patrolling Skira on international waters. The Carrier task force is already launching its Navy version of the 5th generation stealth Su-50s(T-50) into the air, they are flying 1 mile to the Air Space of Skira. Volowski: good last thing we need is for this to go hot. Anything from the KGB? GRU General: Yes sir one of our bugs place by our double agent in their AIB building got some chatter, Here it is. Volowski: hmpf it offends me that they see us this way. They may have a stronger corrupt economy but we got the best Generals and officers on the frontlines. If war brakes out we will fight them on the battlefield with honor and courage. Personally even if we loose hopefully they will see us as worthy opponents. In warfare we dont see enemies we see them as opponents and treat them with respect. General I want the KGB to do what they always do, we have one of the best intelligence agency on par with AIB. Let the KGB have have their fun with the AIB, I myself cant wait to see how this game goes. GRU General: Da Premier it will be a good game indeed, my GRU Spetsnaz are on that Armada as well so they are ready for any target elimination. (GRU, Military intelligence). Volowski: Good, gentlemen you have your orders. Dismissed.

[Great Majorca]

Gordon knocked on Mareks office door and poked his head in through the opening. "Your majesty?" Gordon inquired. "Yes Gordon, what is it?" replied Marek as he set down his cup of coffee. Gordon walked into the office only to see the king with the crown princess looking over a map of Skira island. "Pardon, your majesties, I will come back later..." sputtered Gordon as he started ot make his way out of the office. "No No No...come come in and talk with us" countered Marek as he motioned Gordon to come in to the office. "Areen has full clearance and is taking on more responsibilities, it will be good to see how our little meetings work." Marek extended his hand and pointed to a chair. Gordon walked to the chair and bowed and said "it is a pleasure your highness." Areen smiled and took her seat as she knew a government official would not break protocol and take a seat before a female member of the royal family.

Gordon opened a brown leather padfolio with two sheets of paper. One he immediately handed to Marek and said "these are the deployment orders for Skira island: personnel, assets, equipment, supplies, it is all there." Marek looked it over and handed it to Areen to look over. Gordon then handed Marek a communique from Premier Volowski of Estovakia. Marek rolled his eyes and asked Gordon "what do they want now? They are always in everybodys business, it is quite tiring." Marek continued to read the communique and sighed saying "I really see nothing to discuss with them. Skira isalnd is legal territory of Aglrinia and what they chose to do with it or without it is completely up to them. They really have no business in our affairs. I grow tired of their meddling and their sabre rattling. I personally think they enjoy mobilizing their military, but frankly it gets old. Areen what do you think of their request?" Areen looked at her father and grinned saying "they violated my person when they used foreign technology on myself without my permission...I see them as overly aggressive in everything they do and I do not see any value in sending a diplomatic envoy to explain actions that are frankly between us and Aglrinia. Let them throw their tantrum and float their boats. I say we ignore them since this has nothing to do with Estovakia." Marked smirked and looked at Gordon and said "there you have it! We will not be talking with the Estovakians. Let them know that we would kindly appreciate their nation keeping their nose out of our political affairs. In a nice diplomatic verbiage sort of way...if you know what I mean." Gordon chuckled and nodded in affirmation and got up taking the deployment orders with him so he could forward them to central to be carried out.

[Estovakia 13]

Cinigrad,

Hmpf you this is the GM's response, even after we rebuild the northern part of Sarfina and then we simply withdrew to give it back to them. The fact that they plan to use Skira to simply have a knife at our throats make it our business indeed. Send another letter to them, state to them just what I said. Also insist on making them come to the talks. hmpf It would not surprise me if they denied our accusations but send it anyway. Also send a letter to the two nations, I would like to have an embassy open at each nation. I want to strengthen and improve our relations. I do not wish to order our men to engage in combat.

[Aglrinia]

Voukwald's jet was taking off, when it was more then half way of the runway Voukwald looked out the window "Is that a - Zepplin?" One of Voukwald's security guard's exclaimed "There's one over here as well sir." The pilot got on the intercom "Gentlemen, "Our flight maybe delayed to folks, it looks like the Aircore is up to something." The jet made a swift right turn and then made it's way for the capital of Cinigrad.

Alexzandr Mansoor was now in the Llhasa palace's dining hall, finishing his dinner when he was notified of a communique from the Estovakian nation. One of the palace maid's brought the communique to him, "So the Estovakian's would like to establish an embassy, to prevent the use of force." Mr. Mansoor began laughing "Aha, ahahaha!" With his hands on his stomach he fell back in his chair on the floor and continued laughing. With tears coming out of his eyes, he picked himself up. "Do they not remember why they closed their embassy? After their escapade with Victor Cranson's death, people stormed their embassy and took their people hostage, going so far as to burning the flags. That's nothing but a diplomatic mishap waiting to happen again, not to mention our nation's populace's opinion towards them is needless to say less then negative. I'll send them some sort of response in the morning." Mr. Mansoor left the paper on table, then made his way for the bath washed up and then went to bed.

[Estovakia 13]

hmm I would assume that our guest is almost here, being summer have our welcome party in their service dress greens. Officers and enlisted side by side and escorted by armor column to the Kremlin. hmm I have yet to read a reply from the Aglrinians and Majorcans. As the Generals left his office Volowski thought to himself. Ever since I took office I have tried to change the worlds opinions of Estovakians. Even at this moment, the best I can see is not to have Skira but a Trio Alliance. Even that is probably to much to ask for considering our reputation, the past seams to hunt us in the present and our future does not look promising, we will be left alone with no friends in this stage.

I will change that was what Volowski said to himself as he left off to his room for the night.

[Aglrinia]

Mr. Voukwald's jet was making its descent into the airport into the Cinigrad Airport. As the plane landed Mr. Voukwald's mind was racing with what the possible outcomes could be for the meeting. He pulled a cigar out of his shirt pocket, cut it, then light it, then continued to smoke it. One of Mr. Voukwald's bodyguards stood up and made his way for the door, "Sir we've landed." Mr. Voukwald looked at the bodyguard "I know, patience. The country isn't going anywhere. I think of every outcome I can before I leave the plane. That way I'm at least not offended or surprised. Also by making them wait they're more inclined to respect us." Mr. Voukwald stood up, the cigar in his hand burned down to barely a stub. With his bodyguards following him, he exited the plane. Looking around him Mr. Voukwald was curious as to where his transportation was.

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Generalissimo Zorawar was at the Beijilano airport, speaking with the General of the Aglrinian Aircore "That's right, he said Zepplins he want's them patrolling the skies over the major cities to up the military presence, why Zepplins you'll have to ask him." The General had a confused look on his face "Are you positive we should continue to go through with this?" Generalissimo Zorawar looked up at the sky, we've already got more then thirty up there, we haven't much of a choice now. Now if you'll excuse me I have to see to a missile test." Generalissimo Zorawar jumped onto a golf cart, and drove to the parking lot where he then entered a small sedan and drove to a military base thirty minutes outside of the city of Beijilano. Once he was there he immediately made his way for a small bunker, where put on a hard hat "Are we ready gents?" A man in a lab coat looked at him in an irritated look "Almost, we're still working out some problems, Aurelia has yet to respond." A radio buffered, "We're here." The Generalissimo smiled, "Thank you for letting us use your land for this test, we didn't really have much of a choice, if there's any damage you'll be paid handsomely." The radio buffered once again, "So long as the public doesn't catch wind of this we're fine." Generalissimo Zorawar looked at the scientist "Who am I speaking with exactly on the other end of the line?" The scientist read his clipboard, "Uh, General Cornwall, and we're ready to fire sir." The Generalissimo pulled a keychain out of his pocket, with nearly forty keys on it. Without hesitation he picked one key out of the lot, and used it in the key slot "We're ready to Fire General Cornwall." Once again the radio buffered "Ready when you are." Zorawar lifted up the class case guarded the button, "Three, Two, One, Fire! Tell us when she gets there General Cornwall."

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---Forty Five Minutes Later---

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The radio buffered "She's here" Generalissimo Zorawar practically jumped for joy "Thank you General." He then turned off the radio, and looked at the scientist. "How was our timing?" The scientist looked at his watch, then his clipboard, his watch again then the Generalissimo "We estimate that it will be able to give the Aglrinian military the means to strike any opponent across the planet within almost thirty minutes. Aurelia is practically half way across the globe and it made it there in almost an hour. The fastest the missile flew during it's flight was 17,201 miles however that was for less than one second, it's average speed was approximately 16,776 miles per hour." Generalissimo Zorawar's face was white and his jaw was practically at his feet, "Why, that's swell. Thank you that'll be all." Generalissimo Zorawar made left the Base and made his way for the AIB.

[Estovakia 13]

As the Aglrinian delegate appeared in the Airplanes doorway The Estovakian Elite Guardsmen stood at attention, rifles on their right hand pointing upward. Once Mr. Voukwald steps onto the red carpet The Guard will place their rifle buts onto the ground in the middle of them selfs holding it with both hands, this way the enlisted look like they were holding swords at attention. Officers had real ceremonial swords in silver and gold, holding them upward as the blade seams to hide their noses and only their eyes can be seen. Generallissimo Zhukov was at the other end in full uniform and ribbons(20 total) waiting to escort the Aglrinian delegate to the Kremlin.

International waters just outside of Skira:

The Armada was on its second lap around Skira. Fighters landing and taking off to patrol the skies around Skira. The Fleet Admiral was on the bridge seeing how was the re-supply operations going and so far so good. Half the Sub wolf pack was sailing on the other side counter clockwise tours us while the other half was guarding 6 other subs. The Admiral got a letter from one of his officers, it would seam that the 5th and 6th Armadas are coming over here along with another wolf pack. They will be Patrolling the waters 800 miles to the west of Skira tours Aglrinia. Both Armadas are carrier groups, 5 supercarriers in total just like My Armada.

UESR:

The Estovakian Geology is a Defensive dream and a nightmare for attackers. Estovakia, majority of its land is made up of big mountains here and there. Every Coastline has mountains before them, right at the coastlines huge man made hills of linked bunkers can be alerted. Every Mountain is massive fortresses. Underground bases, Airfields, and fuel depots. In that every fortress is a city unto itself, sure we have bases above ground as well but over the years half our installations are the mountains them self. I Volowski has been in many of them and only tour a fraction of them, quite amazing. They have the best in technology, each mountain is a NORAD when you think about it, Mountains that can fire hell down on our enemies and clear our skies of enemy planes. If war brakes out and we loose at Skira then they will Invade, they will pay dearly.

[Great Majorca]

Gordon picked up the phone and dialed the palace. Being the prime minister he had a direct line to his majesty for political purposes only. After a few ring a person picked up on the other end and Gordon began to talk. "Your majesty", he began "Estovakia has again sent a request that we come to Cinigrad and talk about Skira Island.....Yes, your majesty.....I shall once again your majesty....g'day sir." Then Gordon hung up the phone.

Gordon than called in his secretary and began to dictate a letter:

Dear Mr. Volowski:

We are responding to your request to meet in Cinigrad and discuss the developments on Skira Island. His Majesty's government consideres this an private political matter and one that must be taken up between Great Majorca and the lawful owners of Skira Island: The Aglrinians.

We appreciate your concern about having a foreign power so close to your mainland, however Great Majorca has no interest in your nation, resources, intelligence, or political matters. We are merely setting up a base that will be used to deploy our forces if the need arises around the world.

With all this in mind, his majesty has asked me to decline your request and ask you to cease any unlawful military maneuvors that may take place against Great Majorcan vessels heading for Skira Island.

Best Regards,

Gordon Langley
Prime Minister of Great Majorca

[Estovakia 13]

UESR:

hmm so this is their response. GM in not the problem, the fact that they will enter an alliance with the enemy is the problem. Have our 5th and 6th Armadas intercept the incoming vessels on international waters, ask first if our Spetsnaz can come on board and be escorted around to look for any and only ICBMs or any other type of Missile. Once on board a crate of the finest Vodka will be presented to the Captain of every vessel being checked as good will. After that the Spetsnaz are to return to their ship and let the convoy through, The 13th Armada is to let them through as well. We just want to make sure what is at our doorstep. Send another letter to Great Majorca, If they cannot show up then at least let us have an Embassy in their Country and GM can have one in ours. Tell them that we want to change our future and we are deeply sorry for our past actions and wish to have our old friend back, we wish to improve our relationship.

[Great Majorca]

Gordon looked over the pages of intelligence that have been coming from Skira Island. He looked at satellite images of the island and the surrounding area and several marks appeared on the photos. He tossed the photos aside and picked up the phone and called the kings office. Gordon briefed the king on what appeared to be many vessels in international waters near the island. Gordon explained to the king how it appeared to be a blockade and that a minnow spy sub was in the area gathering information as to the designation of the vessels. Gordon continues his briefing and paused for a moment and replied "yes your majesty, I will send the order immediately." Gordon hung up the phone and called his secretary in once again to copy a letter from his dictation.

Dear Mr. Volowski:

We note several vessels in international waters off the coast of Skira Island. It is the position of his majesty's government that should any unlawful action be taken against vessels of Great Majorcan designation or bearing the Great Majorcan flag military vessels that are escorting those vessels will take action. The stock and goods aboard our vessels is sovereign property and any attempt to board approach or intercept the vessels will be met with force.

Gordon Langley
Prime Minister - Great Majorca

Gordon nodded to the secretary and said "send that immediately" and proceeded to call the fleet admiral in charge of escorting the supply vessels to Skira Island and gave him the orders spelled out by the king. Gordon then started to look over the manifests of supplies being flown in by C130's.

[Estovakia 13]

Cinigrad:

Tell the Armadas to let any ship from GM to go trough. Have the 5th and 6th Armadas to follow them 1 mile from their port and starboard sides, close enough that with binocular they can see our men on the top decks. Follow any GM convoy all the way but to turn around at the edge of international waters.Heck even being able to communicate with them by light moors code or flag signals. hmmm Why do I have the feeling that they ignore our request, send them another letter I want them to know that we want to improve our relations like in the old days to be allieds again. Have the 5th follow any GM convoy, instead have the 6th on the look out for any Aglrinian ships. I wounder how the GM convoys will think when they see over the horizon that their are 3 armadas. Each compose of 5 supercarriers at their core surrounded by latest in Destroyers, light and Heavy Cruisers.

77th sub wolf pack:

Sir I'm getting something from sonar, I contacted the 5th and 6th Armadas and they say they have herd the same thing. Something is in the water but its like its shadowing our Armadas. It would fit with the reports from GRU and the KGB about a GM spy sub that they build. Kaptain Anderslov: hmm if it is we cant do anything about it, have one of our 20 sub pack to go to the area and shadow it. Sonar man: Aye sir.

Commander Petrov: Ok boys we are on the hunt without a gun. We are going to shadow something in our waters, set course for designated area. Helmsmens: Aye sir. With that, one sub was heading to the location.

Meanwhile over Skira 10 spy satellites were looking down at Skira and the surrounding waters for any clues.

[Aglrinia]

In the port of Beijilano, The Aglrinian Navy was making preparations to leave for Skiran Isle waters. The Aglrinian nation being an island nation focused on mainly on maritime and air defense. A paramilitary force is even under works in Skira Isle named Kiska. General Roman Wolfe the man in charge of the fleet, was on board a Destroyer (DD-793). He grabbed a radio and called for the military base outside of the Beijilano airport "So, I'm to understand that we're to go Skira Isle, fire three blanks at the most at the Estovakian Navy telling them they're to leave the waters surrounding Skira Isle. Otherwise they will be fired upon." The radio buffered "That's correct, should they enter Skiran waters its an act of war so stay within Skiran waters throughout all of this." The radio buffers once again, "Got it, we won't be there until tomorrow, they're loading up our minelayers, and torpedo ships, if you truly want them out of there I'd fire a missile in the middle of their fleet, to basically say we know you're there we don't like you in our business get out, fire a test missile if we have any remaining." The man on the other end of line was laughing, "You've got it General." The man at the base went over the intercom, "All personnel move to a stage two building, all personnel move to a stage two building." Looking at the bases security cameras, everyone was running to concrete bunkers, once the base was clear the man in charge of the base fired the only remaining test missile a BrahMos supersonic missile, which had previously been tested in cooperation with the Aurelian government. "Firing on one, Five, Four, Three, Two, One."

The missile rocked the base, taking less than seconds to launch. It blasted itself into the Agri Sea within one minute and thirteen seconds right in the middle of the Estovakian Fleet. Although a non-explosive missile due the fact that it is merely a test missile. However due to the fact that it was traveling at an average speed of 16,776 miles per hour straight into the water it might has well of been. The missile caused a stream of waves, the first being the largest at nearly thirty five kilometres high.

Meanwhile in Cinigrad, Mr. Voukwald casually walked towards Generalissimo Zhukov, "If this is your way of trying to coming across as a military run state, you're doing it quite well. Where is Premier Volowski, I'm not a general therefore I will not negotiate with a man of military matters."

[Estovakia 13]

International waters:

13th Armada:

Fleet Admiral of the Armadas Vladivostok: Well that was a fast one on the radar and a blur with the naked eye. keep the same course as usual, report this to the other Armadas as well.

Cinigrad:

Zhukov: It offends me that you do not know our culture, we are a nation raised in warfare. It is our tradition to serve Mr. Voukwald. I'm to escort you to the Kremlin, behind me are our limousine with armor escorts. With that Zhukov and Mr. Voukwald where in the car, 5 minutes later they inter Red Square and beyond it the Kremlin.

[Great Majorca]

Admiral Thao huffed as she made her way into the control room. "I swear to God these Estovakians have annoyed me for the last time" barked Thao as she made her way to where the intelligence reports were lying. "So the Estovakians are flexing their 'military muscle' and trying to blockade Skira" Thao said as she looked at the intelligence from the minnow spy sub. An ensign looked at the admiral and said "m'am the minnow picked up those images and the Estovakians caught a sonar glimpse of the minnow. It was quite entertaining to watch them scramble their vessels but the size of the minnow makes it difficult to detect. We moved it to a school of fish and disengaged." Thao grinned and muttered " we will need to improve the cloaking on that prototype. Let the fleet admiral know that any vessels who approach any Great Majorcan vessel is to be warned with a blast across their bow. The king wants that base up and running and we need to move double time in order to meet the deadline." Thao nodded her head and said "good job guys..." and walked out of the room returning to her office.

[Estovakia 13]

International waters:

Fleet Admiral according to the reports by the time the sub reached the target area, the target vanished. The subs sonar man detected multiple sounds from nearby schools of fish. He thinks by its size it could of hidden in one of the schools. The Sub returned to the pack since it would have been like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Right now the 5th Armada is portside of a GM convoy, just as order they are keeping there distance while carrier fighters flew over them back an forth taking pictures. So far no signs of ICBM but they could be inside the cargo holds, among other type of missiles. It seams that We have annoyed them. Vladivostok: (smirk) Very well have the 5th turn around to look for any other ship. Send this order out again so that they dont make any foolish move. Commander: Aye sir. Vladivostok: Also forward this conversation to the Kremlin, to High Command. Commander: Aye sir.

[Aglrinia]

Upon exiting the limousine, Mr. Voukwald looked at Zhukov "A militaristic society, does not a culture make." He then looked up and down Zhukov's outfit canvassing his awards and let out a slight scoff. "I apologize however despite the way my government acts, I've never been a man for military."

The Aglrinian Fleet was in Skiran waters, minelayers were outlaying the borders of the waters in layers of three. Effectively barricading the island. The Destroyer General Roman Wolfe was on sent a message to the Estovakian Navy "Cease and Desist all hostile naval activities or will be fired upon without hesitation."

General Roman Wolfe was in the lower brig of the Destroyer, "Load two blanks that's its, were going to fire them both at once if they don't leave."

Meanwhile back in Beijilano Alexzander Mansoor was standing outside the capital building giving a speech. "Comrades, Ladies and Gentlemen, The Aglrinian Nation is - was at peace with the nation of The Estovakian Socialist Republic. At this very moment, they're blockading our neighbours to the north in Skira Isle." Mr. Mansoor raised his fist, "A blockade is an act of war." He then slammed his fist into thigh. "Shed their blood" someone chanted. "During the intervening time they've sought an alliance with us, correct me if I'm wrong but I believe they're going about this all wrong." He said while shaking his head, "let us show them how powerful an ally we can truly be." The crowd chanted again "Shed their blood!"

[Estovakia 13]

After getting the message from the Aglrinians, the same time High Command contacted Vladivostok. All Armadas, including the 5th, 6th, and 13th are to move to the international waters between Skira and The Union of Estovakia Socialist Republic at full speed. The Fleet Admiral give out rapid fire orders and the fleets sail at full speed to the destination. Volowski watching the news unfolding Aglrinia quickly sent a message to Aglrinia, we were simply to annoyed them not go to war with old friends. Even though Aglrinia and GM did not see them as such. Then Volowski Realize what he has done, he would never be able to leave his father shadow, he to has destroyed Estovakia's honor and lost friends. Are the Estovakian people no more?

Zhukov: hmpf call it what you want. As they walked past the huge doors into the Tzar's Palace and into the room of the Premier where two armed Palace Guards were guarding the wall, 4 more Guards armed were at each corner of the room. Two more by the door leading to the advance warroom. Volowski was up by the door and put his hands out to shake Mr. Voukwald's hand and motion him to his seat in front of a small table with Vodka and wine. Volowski sat at the opposite seat with Zhukov behind him.

[Great Majorca]

"The Estovakians have irritated me for the last time!" yelled Marek as he slammed his fist on the desk. The king continued his rant "that two bit tin pot dictatorship has crossed the line on all decency and diplomatic decorum. What is the status on Skira?" Marek asked admiral Thao. Thao opened a folder and looked through papers before answering "the island is at 80% of completion. All electronic defenses are fully operational, air fields are stocked as well as all other assets. Silos are not at full operational capacity quite yet but MICHAEL is online and fully functional." Marek thought for a moment before saying "get those silos stocked immediately. The crackadoodle Estovakians have an itchy trigger finger and are very unstable when it comes to weaponry." Thao nodded and walked out of the office.

[Estovakia 13]

OOC: you guys can have your alliance as it seams that I'm bad at this and I'm loosing friends left and right. If you two really see me as a dictatorship when its not, as an aggresser then thats your opinions. Goodbye for now.