I'm No Patriot (MT/Invite Only/TG TO ENTER)

[Riysa]

Interrogation Facilities, Riysian HQ

The lieutenant colonel waited outside, leaning against a balcony railing, smoking a cigar and watching SACTO planes take off and land. It had been a few hours since the test data was sent in for analysis, and bloody hell, it should have been done fifteen minutes ago!

Not that he was expecting much, considering the fact that Diego had no connections in this world. Had the guy had relatives or something, it would have been very easy to identify who he was, but nope, all this could really do was enter his information into the slowly growing database of Dorian DNA fingerprints. He heard footsteps approach from behind him. "Yes?"

"Sir, you should come take a look at the results." He turned around to face a IMJ captain, who was part of the lab staff.
"You found something interesting?" Abdul-Razzaq was curious, was there something that they had found?
"Oh, sir, you do not know the half of it." The captain smiled and motioned to follow him.

Laboratory Block, Riysian HQ

"What am I looking at here?" He saw a raw readout of genomics data from one of the machines, the one that had sequenced Diego's genotype.
"You, Abdul-Razzaq, are looking at proof. Proof of espionage attempts." A colonel, one of the heads of the lab staff, looked at him, smiling.
"What?!" Abdul-Razzaq looked strangely at the colonel.
"Ah, so you see, one of the things we did was we tested his SNPs - single nucleotide polymorphisms. SNP variants in one's DNA can be used to determine the ethnicity of someone, among other things."
"And?"
"Diego's SNPs do not match that of someone from Guadalupador. Rather, your boy there is most definitely a Flardanian, with the SNPs of a person from France. And no, not part Flardanian and part Dorian, but a definite non-Dorian that happens to look like Diego."
Abdul-Razzaq nodded. "No wonder he was trying to get through security. Well, then, thanks colonel, its time to pay "Diego" a visit."

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

Lieutenant Colonel Abdul-Razzaq had already ordered "Diego" to be brought back to the interrogation room. There, he sat, staring straight into the eyes of the Flardanian as two guards brought him in. The lieutenant colonel spoke, but not in Dorian, but rather, in French. "Sit. Now, you have two options; either you tell me what your mission is and who your contacts are, or I'll beat you to the point where you'll never walk again. Your choice."

[Flardania]

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

Richard was brought back to the room and was told to sit. He sat and was told to explain his presence or get pummeled. Since he was captured he was to play out scenario 2.0. He was late so he couldn't meet Priority Contact 1 and would now have to meet with Priority Contact 2. And relay information about contact 2. Richard yawned stretched and looked into his eyes.

"Let's not waste each other time as we are all busy people. My job here is to make SACTO-Flardania relations less complicated. You see the main reason we can't collaborate is your constant involvement with Dorian affairs. So If I was to say infiltrate a Dorian resistance group as a trustworthy Flardanian who managed to get thru customs I could undermine things behind the scene and keep a Pro-SACTO Dorian government in power. My contact is Nadia Ambrose, who knows someone in a resistance group. Our "Friendship", is what would get me in, and my Nationality would win trust. I am then supposed to contact some other party, which I cannot tell you of. Like Taitsuism decrees, the priority is the state, and this action benefits Flardania the most." Abner told telling the complete resolved truth....he was to speak should he be captured. He awaited the response.

[Guadalupador]

0910 Hours: Alexi Chenko International Airport, SACTO HQ.
(03/11/25)


The Mcnernians scrambled for ponchos as the rains were coming down, the drizzle it seemed had grown into a downpour. Transports were still coming in flaps were down and reversers spewed exhaust as the behemoths made a low and rapid approaches over the city into the airport. The sight of such planes was something you did not see every day really, especially when they arrived in large numbers over the city of what was now an Ally of SACTO. The Mcnernians set up their camp, tents and Armored vehicles formed a biovac on the airport grounds and sentries were soon mounted around the place.

The Brigadier was not the most impressed. But the Dorian would do to get his men their assignments rather then the Rysians who he had heard was running the show. His fatigues had been cleaned by his batman and the beret on his was not covered in dust. The Armed Forces preached the doctrine of excellence in all that was done by Mcnernian soldiery. And well the brigadier from Anglonia wanted to do just that. Excellence by His Majesty the King.

"You lot are pretty good and will do. I was looking for the Rysians sense I have heard they hold the grand commander office. What is the situation in the city. Where in Gods name are my manners. Emmett Sumsion, Brigadier of HM Royal Corps of Marines." He shook hands with Colonel Pavel. "Now then, what is the situation?"

"Nice to meet you, Brigadier Sumsion. His Majesty must be thrilled to commit troops to such a lovely country." Pavel said with a smile. "The Rysians are somewhere around here, their general HQ should be down the hall." The Colonel pointed down the concourse. Pavel assessed the situation: "Well, we've had some civil strife here and there, but no organized resistance. Not yet, at least. Mostly we've been on riot duty, the civilians aren't too happy you're here. They'll shoot you a death stare, as soon as they see you, refuse to sell to you, openly insult you in Dorian, but nothing more that that. Thank Veii." Pavel looked out the window, the rain now falling even harder than before. Pavel shook his head. "Have you ever taken any course on Dorian history, Brigadier?" Pavel asked a serious question.

[Guadalupador]

Bundang, Flardania

Pierre mentally slapped himself for letting his personally feelings slip into his message from the Dirigeant but was relieved to see a positive reaction. He felt her squeeze his hand and squeezed backed. "W-Why of course your beautiful, caring, and a good friend of mine. I just want you to be safe. Who knows, after you return to Guadalupador and finish your service you might what to come back to Bundang?" Pierre said blushing. Also it's easy to say this words when they're true." Pierre stated as he looked in Natalya eyes looking for a sign.

Natalya unknowingly smiled, and giggled. "Ah, I-I'd love to come back after this is all over. I-I mean. You know..." Natalya ceased squeezing his hand, and brushed her hand through her hair, rubbing the back of her neck.. She snapped back to reality. Her face was nearly pink with all the blushing she was doing. Oh my, what am I doing? She thought for a second before, attempting to get back to business. "Um, well, I'll notify Queen Alyssa of my extended stay, here." Natalya said, going over to sip some more of her tea, the tea cup was noticibly quivering as she held it up and sipped. "I'm sorry that I'm like this right now, I-I mean, you're important to me as well, Pierre. Very important." She slipped back into infatuation, softly smiling at him.

[Riysa]

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

Abdul-Razzaq looked slightly amused. "First of all, why don't you tell me your real name? Second, I have a hard time believing that Flardania would want us to remain in power, especially since they did not let us know beforehand, even in secret. Third, I said contacts, not contact." He cracked his knuckles and leaned forward. "Tell me the whole story. All of your contacts, who ordered the mission, who authorized it, and any bits that you decided to skip over, such as the "other party". I gave you a choice, and to me, it seems like you want to get beaten..."

Interrogation Facilities (Helesa)

The Colonel gently swabbed her mouth and called for an orderly to take the kit and bring the coffee. He took a sip of the stuff before continuing. It was a nice, strong Arabic blend, complete with a tiny amount of sugar and a pinch of cardamom. "Well, Helesa, you aren't here because we want to hurt you, I think we've established that. What we brought you here for is for a simple question. The question being, what do you know about anti-Triga groups?"

[El Cuscatlan]

OOC: Guys slow down a bit.

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[Flardania]

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

"Hehe looks like someone is either a virgin or your not accustomed to wearing pants in the household. Take it easy big, guy. Name's Richard Abner, I was never supposed to be captured and no one was to find any offical documentation of this ever so sorry that you don't trust the decisions of the people your aiding. I only know of Nadia Ambrose and would only meet two other contacts only after meeting with Nadia." Richard started to explain.
"It was ordered by Junko Enoshima, Director of CP 9 and authorized by now Fmr. Dirigeant Satsuki Kiryuin. Now it's you choice to accept the truth or waste precious mission time, just to inflate you organization ego. Sir. It would be much better if we could discuss further without my being under a microscope mon dieu. " Richard finished.

Bundang Flardania

Pierre was disappointed when Natayla let go of his hand but remembered business first. "U-Um here's my laptop you can use this for your message and I would be glad to see your return." Pierre stated with a smile as he handed over his laptop. His heart swooned as he saw her flustered. "I'm glad you find me important as well" Pierre said blushing and looking away.

[McNernia]

"Thank you sir." Sumson looked at the Dorian. He looked down the hall towards where the Rysian officers were supposed to be handling things. He turned back towards the Dorian colonel. "I hear ya, it is to be expected if the country is truly against the leader. Or the State Security Ministry has done a proper and clinical job rounding up the people who are working for your exiled former leader." The Mcnernian could appreciate the rain, looking out from the window at its beauty and grace. The brigadier looked back to the Colonel. "It was major flaw, I suppose the troops could use a crash course. Some briefing is taking place and I never learned Dorian history."

[Riysa]

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

Abdul-Razzaq took a puff from his cigar. "You should be glad that I'm feeling too lazy to beat you right now. Otherwise you'd go back home to your precious Junko in a body bag." He blew out some smoke. "Whatever. How about you prove this to me? Go to your contact and let us monitor you. Then we'll leave you alone."

[Quirina]

PSPK Main Office Building
National Intelligence Coordinating Agency
FFR-Philippines

The papers were everywhere. The busy rainy morning was competed with a cup of instant coffee packs and mixed with with warm water, poured over in a mug, bearing the symbol of the agency. It was no wonder their merchandise was only for themselves, and the Kopiko that the office people are enjoying are quite similar to coffee breaks in Makati and New Manila City. The office employees were no ordinary ones, but rather the minimum they can do is to shoot at a target at 15 to 25 km away. That's a least requirement for a PSPK employee to be qualified and accepted in such dirty job. Now, they were quite amused of the results of the plans they made, thanks to the initiative leadership of its former directors and lots of cover-ups that they had successfully operated.

Michael Alvarez, a 29-yr old NICA employee, saw a folder being dumped with lots of other folders and documents. Being in charge of the incoming files, he sent it to his team leader Jose Romualdo Valdez, whom they call "Tay JR", to be looked over. As Valdez saw the characters were in German and Dutch, the translators from NICA were shocked of the content, and was received by the Director-General Rafael dela Cruz-Zamora, former PC Chief back 2009. He himself was amazed on how it was being there, despite the fact that it was tagged as "Confidential: Director-General; Urgent" and was relayed to the office and received a few months ago.

The contents were very interesting and were in good detail, and in fact executable, only that it went to a wrong place. The file was supposed to be sent back to the Livanian intelligence, but dela Cruz-Zamora insisted to start a job from the file that was meant to be not theirs. Secret from the public's eyes, a team was assembled and a Filipino ambassador to Cuscatlan, James Daniel Reyes, was called for the operation, named "Blue Sector". The name was so random, dela Cruz-Zamora was not thinking anything as he named it. The mission of the operation was simple: they will visit Guadalopador as they will guard the ambassador and have him talk to the Guadalopadorian premier Trigra.

After such briefing, the team of Valdez was ordered to remain, along with the ambassador still in the room. From the outside, it was a quiet, only covered in office environment's silence and busyness. It was quite unsure what was the contents of the folder were, but it seemed to be dangerous, that it needs to be 'scrapped but not shredded somewhere'. After half an hour, the men, quite on their sweaty heads, went back to their cubicles and worked again their hands. The ambassador left the office in a disgruntled look in his face. dela Cruz-Zamora left the room last, with a calm but uneasy gesture and body language he shows as he went back to his office.

Lobby 3A
Diplomats and Plenipotentiaries Chamber
Manila International Airport

The men in black and blue tie were sitting with the ambassador Reyes and Valdez's team of five, with others ten. Their passports were cleared to enter Flight 214B9 and were escorted by airport security to a first-class spot in the airliner. As the baggage were taken car of by the beautiful and gorgeous flight attendants, with hands as soft as cotton and silk, they briefed the passengers of the proper guidelines and procedures. After half an hour, the flight heading to Cuscatlan rose to the skies and as Reyes awaits to land first in Cuscatlan to meet his family there, he probably is in a bad stroke of events, taking still that NICA will save him from anything. Reyes expects in Cuscatlan a bunch of diplomatic staff in his residence in GC waiting for him, with packs of men in black and being entered into his house and briefed by the Cuscatlani intel of the recent happenings.

Reyes was a firm believer of the so-called "law of attraction", stating that what one thinks comes solidly true. Thus, he's nervous of what will they say inform to him. His calmness only arrives between two thoughts; the safety guaranteed by the NICA agents and the sleeping he does in his 3-day flight to Cuscatlan. Sh*t, the Cuscatlani intel may have knew I was the one who sneaked the folder in the NICA office. Darn it. Ugh, I must get myself forget about this. Or maybe NICA is around all this, and I'm just too flawed to think about it. F*ck this, I need some sleep and clear my mind...

Interrogation Lobby Area
Undisclosed location
Riysa

Wew, what a tough guy. Such a prick, trying to take this easy for him. "You think that guy can last there?" It was a question to break a silence they are emitting in the lobby area as they are patiently trying to convey the secret languages and non-verbal innuendos of the suspected persons the IMJ (Idaraat al-Mukhabarat al-Jawiyaj/Air Force Intelligence Directorate) are holding right now. For them, it was kind of purposeful for these two NICA (National Intel Coordinating Agency) agents to just beat them out. If they were communists, they're damn dead for not answering a single question. Huh. "Dude, look at the girl there (points at Helesa). She's cute tho." "Hey! You have a wife, so quit it!" "Apologies? Dude, relax. I had seven girlfriends before I have her. I know my loyalties, swear." The two men, after exchanging jokes, went back to watch silently the interrogation, which was surrounded with pitch black and the traumatic spotlight only seeing the seated persons in their chairs.

"Dude, you want coffee?" "Nah, just hot choco, or a chocolate sundae." "Seriously? You had that just five minutes ago. I'll get you a coffee." "Darn it, Peter, I said I-" The door closely softly as Jonny wanted to order from him to get a hot choco. Peter really needs to listen to me sometimes, as Jonny pondered. Meanwhile, he turns back the the monitor and focused on the body language of Abner, seeing that he hides something and just trying to speak his ass out to get relaxed in a bit from the Arabian's pressure.

"Sir. It would be much better if we could discuss further without my being under a microscope mon dieu." Abner spoke as he talks out to the Riysan interrogator. What a demanding prick. I'll use his head as a takraw ball and joggle it in my feet if I had a chance. "Just speak up, dammit." Jonny says to him in a small murmur. "You should be glad that I'm feeling too lazy to beat you right now. Otherwise you'd go back home to your precious Junko in a body bag." Abdul-Razaaq replies to him, continuing with words, "Whatever. How about you prove this to me? Go to your contact and let us monitor you. Then we'll leave you alone." Hmm that sounds like a good deal. He'll be an idiot for not agreeing with it.

[Flardania]

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

Abdul-Razzaq took a puff from his cigar. "You should be glad that I'm feeling too lazy to beat you right now. Otherwise you'd go back home to your precious Junko in a body bag." He blew out some smoke. "Whatever. How about you prove this to me? Go to your contact and let us monitor you. Then we'll leave you alone."

Abner frowned. "Don't call that stuck up B*tch precious." Abner stated before he shifted to a smile. "I have no problem with this Mon Ami, I would actually be concerned if you didn't want to monitor me." Abner said as he rolled his head to release tension in his neck. "I wish I could say this chat was pleasurable but atlas you treated me like scum as was expected.

[Riysa]

OOC: How much time has passed ICly since Seiko got booted? I was thinking about a couple months or so?

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

"It was something to be expected, of course." Abdul-Razzaq got up and stretched. "Wait here for a bit. I'll go get everything set up." The lieutenant colonel adjusted his jacket and exited the room, heading towards his commanding officer. He thought the whole thing was bollocks to the extreme, but who knew? Maybe it was real, and even if not, maybe they'd get something useful out of all of this. He threw away the cigar he was smoking. Maybe he'd try quitting for once.

Riysian HQ

From the moment the Air Force Intelligence Directorate had set foot in Guadalupador until now, they had been looking for ways to keep tabs on as much of the populace as possible. Till now, they were relying on a variety of crude techniques - slip ups on social media, loyal informants, and the occasional wiretap. However, now, they could rely on more advanced intelligence techniques, all thanks to what some of the agents had done at the start of the intervention.

Guadalupador, like most countries, had only a couple of Internet exchange ports. In fact, 95% of intra-Dorian internet communications were routed through a single facility outside Nosamo, with a few others handling the rest of the load and international connections. There was likewise not many other fiber optic switch facilities for other telecommunications purposes, making this part of the job somewhat easy. The agents had gone to these sites and "requested" the ability to examine their facilities. Some were more forthcoming than others, but in the end, they had access to conduct mass surveillance. After a ton of preparation to try to make it operational, they finally finished connecting it with the overarching "MURABIT" surveillance program, allowing the Mukhabarat - and SACTO - access to a wealth of data. This was further supplemented by the usual ELINT techniques. Of course, the most important data was shared with Triga as well - it was bad form to keep the nation's own government out of the loop - but only Triga, as they still weren't sure if the government had been completely purged yet.

And now, what would be better for their first target than a subversive group calling themselves the "Libres Novos"? When they had posted their latest "news update", it was logged by MURABIT, and not long afterwards, the Mukhabarat had a large amount of data about them. They'd target them physically later, once they had finished analyzing everything; for now, though, they had temporarily blocked their access to the 'net, stalling them for a while, they believed.

[Quirina]

Reyes' ambassadorial suite
Santiago de Cuscatlan
Gran Cuscatlan

As expected, and what he really thought of, there were seven men in black waiting for his arrival, wearing their coats, black tint glasses and poker faces. Encountering for the first time, there was a bit of a confusion. Thinking they were meant to do something unsurprising, the NICA agents surrounded Reyes hastily and prepared their hands near their pistols. At the same time, the men in black did the same, nearing their palms at their pistols' grips. In this moment, the Cuscatlani Hispanic-speaking friend of Reyes from the Embassy of the Gran Junta Militar showed up from the doorstep inside his suite. It was a big wonder how did he entered such private place, and his intention as well. "Ah! Mi amigo!" He was startled at the scene he came upon, with seven black-dressed men earning a nearing pistol duel with the five barong-clad men, with Reyes in their backs. "Eh! ¿No puedes no reconocer lo que son ?! Ellos no están usando pasadores Asigna! Son pilipinos, idiotas. ¡Sin duda! Ahora!" One of his guards replied while gazing sharp at one NICA agent replies, "Ese el punto, señor. Son los filipinos, y que necesitan para ser terminado!" "Terminado? Terminado? Vamos a terminar aquí entonces!" One NICA agent replies back as he holds his grip tightly with frown enough to show their anger in lead. This surprised the Cuscatlani agents as they had heard a Filipino speak in English the first time in their ears.

In calmness he wants to project, he opens the folder and reads its contents, in Filipino. "Sa kautusan ng Direktor ng PSPK, inaatasan ang lahat ng ahente ng Cuscatlan and Pilipinas na makipagtulungan sa isa't isa upang malutas ang nagaganap na problema sa Guadalopador." In this moment, a Cuscatlani agent unholster his pistol and aims it to Reyes. The five men in unison aimed theirs in unison. Their sweat of nervousness were slowly dropping from their faces and foreheads. One man, in black clad suit and nearing his forties, exited the suite of Reyes and saw the scene as well, surprised. He rushed in from the back of the Cuscatlani agents and bolted, "They're not from Asigna Pilipinas. I can tell you that." His pin of the Quirina flag in his chest had signalled the NICA agents to put back their guns into keeping. The man approached Reyes and introduced himself, "I'm Jorge Santos-Cabral, the chief liaison of the GQR to Cuscatlan. We visited your wive and three kids, as she let us in and have some coffee with her. Unfortunately, I encountered this scene of these seven men, with a few disorientation, coz they're really similar to Asigna's intel agents. Hahaha" Reyes understood now that it was a misunderstanding, that the NICA agents were thought of KKs from Asigna. Cabral introduced to Reyes Alfredo Gonzalo-Domiguez, the security team leader of the Quirina embassy in Cuscatlan.

"What?! The Livanian delegation is not doing anything about this issue?" This was the only question Reyes said in shock after he was briefed of the mess happening in Guadalupador. He is not in wonder because he was expecting something at the back of his mind. Hmm, the Cuscatlani may have not known I had dropped the file to NICA. I guess this should work, his mind ponders. "Well then, let me introduce to you Mr. Valdez, the leader of NICA team I am with for this important mission. As I had mentioned earlier, I will have a dialogue with Trigra regarding his policies and actions. Though I suggest this to closed-doors, I am hoping he will understan how deeply I am in this mission." After a few minutes, Reyes stood up and greeted farewell to them, kissing his wife and kids in their foreheads and left the suite. Escorted by both Cuscatlani and Pilipino agents, the men left the hotel and rushed to an undisclosed airstrip and left via private jet, bound for Guadalupador.

Interrogation Lobby Area
Undisclosed location
Riysa

While watching the interrogations at the lobby, a digital phone ringtone rang in Jonny's pocket and answered the call. "Jonny, we got news for yah. The Filipino consul Mr. Reyes is on his way to Dorian and will have a bit special event to do their. I want you to manage, on any ways you can, and keep watch in everything down there in Riysa." the voice reminds him of his task. "Heck, I wanna kick Abner's ass here. Is there anything I can do besides having a good time ?" "It's up to you. Just keep in touch and we're good." The line dropped out as he was about to say more words. Ugh, the Direktor needs some help sometimes. He thought I'm doing my job here. As Abdul-Razaaq left the room he knocks on the glass window, while staring with an eyes of a devil, straight blank mouth, with a face that paints aggression and anger, at Abner's sight. Hoping to notice him from the lobby, Jonny was certain, of his size and muscularity, he will sure be given a peripheral of Abner's eye range as darkness surrounds him.

"Hey, I got your coffee now, with chocolate syrup." Noticing that he stares with such furor, Peter sets Jonny's cup aside at a long black table and sits over it. "You know, that Abner might not resist your kicks if you will have a chance of beating him until he goes red and nearly dead. Hahahaha" Peter just laughed hard to somehow divert Jonny's attention, but alas, he can't and kept looking at Abner. Peter drinks his macchiato and crossing his legs, tightly holding his cup as he watches Abner on-screen.

[Guadalupador]

OOC: Riysa, it's been three to four weeks since Saiko was deposed.
0915 Hours: Alexi Chenko International Airport. (3/11/25)

Colonel Pavel walked over towards a nearby window, a view of the city of Nosamo in the distance. He gestured the Brigadier over towards the window. "Six centuries ago, this land right here, was occupied by the Seitrian Empire, our former neighbor to the south. For 250 years our ancestors, the Proto-Dorians resisted the rule of the Seitrian Emperors through both violent and non-violent means. Now take a look out there." Pavel points out Nosamo, the fog from the rain hiding the tops of the skyscrapers. "Nearly every citizen in this country is going to resist our rule. They don't see us as liberators, they see us as what the proto-Dorians saw the Seitrians as: hostile occupiers. To them, it doesn't matter what our political, social, or ideological standpoint is, they see us as the enemy, no matter what. If you came here to win the hearts and minds of these Dorians, well, then it's going to be one of the hardest battles you'll ever fight. Be wary of who you meet out there, they might be working for the resistance." Pavel finished his lecture, and then walked away from the window, "You said you were looking for the Riysians? I'll lead you towards their headquarters, this way." Colonel Pavel walked down the concourse towards the Riysian sector of the terminal.

Bundang, Flardania

Natalya shook her head, and said, "Oh, what the hell. before putting both of her hands on Pierre's cheeks and bringing him in for a kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before Natalya pulled away and said. "Thank you so much, Pierre. I don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for you." She smiled, and looked back towards his cup. "Would you like another cup?" She asked, smiling intently.

Interrogation Room, Riysian HQ, Nosamo, Guadalupador

Halesa looked down at her coffee. She looked back up at the interrogator. "Well, I guess it figures in this new authoritarian society that I don't get a lawyer, or any judicial rights for that matter. Guilty until proven innocent it seems." She sighed before answering his question. "No, I don't know anything about a resistance movement. I made that post on Punch, because I was angry at the things that have been going on, namely, you and your buddies being here, patrolling our streets, etc." Halesa took a sip of the coffee. She was caught off guard by how strong it was. She unintentionally coughed. "Jeez, this stuff is strong." She commented on the coffee.

Libres Novos, HQ. Undisclosed Location.

"The Riysans have cut off internet access to Guadalupadorian citizens." An Information Technician reported.

"Great, just great. Now our access to our reporters have been cut off, the Sackies are on to them. We need to find new ways to funnel information out of Guadalupador." The Editor said.

"It appears that the Mukhabarat thinks that we exist on a Guadalupadorian IP." The IT smirked. "We'll still be able to get word out about what the Sackies are doing, but its going to be harder, that's for sure."

"We knew that somebody was going to come by and try to shut us down, if our Dorian IP isn't going to work, then we switch to our non-Dorian ones. Simple as that." The Editor said. "They can't shut us down that easily. Though going by word of mouth isn't going to be easy."

0200 Hours, Shujiro Nagamo International Hotel. Nosamo, Guadalupador (4/11/25)

The 56-story hotel had seen a lack of business in the last few weeks, as nearly all foreign civilian air traffic into Guadalupador had been cut off by the government. The guests had been trickling out of the country with Trigra's rise to power, and the ongoing political instability. The hotel was nearly vacant, all except for a few guests still present. On the 45th floor, there was a very nice view of Alexi Chenko international, its new walls erected only within the last two weeks. It had become a military stronghold, the main headquarters of the occupiers. For days, a man watched the air traffic, and patrol routes on the outer edges of the airport. He had recorded them on paper, what time the next shift of Cuscatlani Marines would patrol the walls, what kind of military transports were flying in and out of the airport, and what kind of equipment the Cuscatlanis had on the walls. All of this he would record on a notepad, he deducted that some of the towers were phonies, and only focused on the towers that were being guarded by soldiers. Every night, he would call room service for a meal, and later call an escort for companionship. He watched the Sackies move in and out of the Airport, conducting patrols within the city, knowing nothing about his presence.

0600 Hours, SACTO Propaganda Office, Rovi, Guadalupador. (4/11/25)

"Are we all ready?" One man asked quietly as he drove his car down the street towards the nearest SACTO Propaganda Office. The three others in his car nodded, as they readied themselves. "Okay, here goes." The man began to speed up, as he neared the Propaganda office, one young woman in the car held bottle outside the window and as soon as the car passed, she threw the Molotov cocktail at the glass door of the office, breaking through the glass, and setting the interior on fire. "It'll take the Sackies a while before they come over here to determine what the fuss is all about." The driver said, as he turned down an alley towards another office in nearby Nosamo.

0800 Hours: Alexi Chenko International Airport. (4/11/25)

"Attention unknown aircraft, Ident. Over." The Air Traffic Controller said over the channel towards the private jet headed over the Guadalupadorian coast towards Nosamo. "How do you hear me?" The ATC asked several seconds later. "Identify yourself before we terminate radar service for your aircraft, and scramble a military flight, over." The ATC watched his radar, and waited for the jet to respond.

[Quirina]

0801 Hours: Alexi Chenko International Airport. (4/11/25)

As the jet flies it way into the Dorian airspace, the radars began showing the signals of the airport control tower, and the other objects that might constitute an airport. It is a large airstrip as they searched the airport's other objects in the radar. The channel went streaming the following words, "Attention unknown aircraft, Ident. Over.How do you hear me? Identify yourself before we terminate radar service for your aircraft, and scramble a military flight, over." It is a protocol that the pilots would respond to the first burst of the ATC's words, but they were overflown with their other inquiries. Lest, they still followed procedure, "ATC, this is Flight 2471, Over. ATC, Requesting Permission to Land to Runway, Over. ATC, Urgent diplomatic envoy on-board, Over." The second pilot briefed the agents and Reyes on the lobby's speakers of the landing that will soon be made by the jet as the pilot channels with the ATC for a smooth runway descend.

Interrogation Room, Riysian HQ, Nosamo, Guadalupador

"No wonder you're still alive, thanks to our authoritarianism. Hah." Jonny pondered as he spoke the words while still waiting for the lobby, hearing Halesa spoke as she was busting her own guard for the sake of her safety. Meh, denial had been everything. She could have just admitted it, and instead using her civility to cease the argument, Jonny says in his inner voice. "Ey, if you're done with that drink, let me know if you want something to eat." Peter butts in as his inner voice was done talking. "Peter, you could have just get some food, even chips, before we drank." "Dude, that's how I roll. I like doing it. Drink then eat. Hahaha" Peter laughingly replied.

[Guadalupador]

0801 Hours: Alexi Chenko International Airport. (4/11/25)

As the jet flies it way into the Dorian airspace, the radars began showing the signals of the airport control tower, and the other objects that might constitute an airport. It is a large airstrip as they searched the airport's other objects in the radar. The channel went streaming the following words, "Attention unknown aircraft, Ident. Over.How do you hear me? Identify yourself before we terminate radar service for your aircraft, and scramble a military flight, over." It is a protocol that the pilots would respond to the first burst of the ATC's words, but they were overflown with their other inquiries. Lest, they still followed procedure, "ATC, this is Flight 2471, Over. ATC, Requesting Permission to Land to Runway, Over. ATC, Urgent diplomatic envoy on-board, Over." The second pilot briefed the agents and Reyes on the lobby's speakers of the landing that will soon be made by the jet as the pilot channels with the ATC for a smooth runway descend.

An urgent diplomatic envoy? The ATC thought to himself. The State Security Officer in the control tower walked over inquisitively, he overheard the ATC asking the unknown craft questions. "Stand by. Over." The ATC said as he looked up at the SSM Officer, looking down at the radar.

"Give them the go-ahead." The SSM Officer said, crossing his arms.

The ATC nodded, then went back to communicating with Flight 2471. "Uhh, Flight 2471, You are cleared for landing. Over." The ATC looked through a small logbook of vacant gates. "You will taxi over towards Terminal Three, Gate 16. Over. Weather conditions are less than optimal today. Over." The ATC commented on the rain that has been falling for nearly the entire week.

[Quirina]

An urgent diplomatic envoy? The ATC thought to himself. The State Security Officer in the control tower walked over inquisitively, he overheard the ATC asking the unknown craft questions. "Stand by. Over." The ATC said as he looked up at the SSM Officer, looking down at the radar.

"Give them the go-ahead." The SSM Officer said, crossing his arms.

The ATC nodded, then went back to communicating with Flight 2471. "Uhh, Flight 2471, You are cleared for landing. Over." The ATC looked through a small logbook of vacant gates. "You will taxi over towards Terminal Three, Gate 16. Over. Weather conditions are less than optimal today. Over." The ATC commented on the rain that has been falling for nearly the entire week.

Hearing the return transmission from the ATC channel, the jet smoothly landed on the runway as it brakes its wheels and slowly the turbines halted to minimum until manageable to be taxied in a nearby hangar. The pilot channeled again the ATC, this time a different message "ATC, this is Flight 2471. Successfully landed and taxied, requesting urgent security escort, repeat, requesting urgent security escort, over." The pilot, who was a trained NICA agent, knew that they will be surrounded by state security personnel, but it was more courteous for a delegate to ask to a foreign state of its provision of security, especially in a country surrounded by turmoil. The NICA agents and Reyes knew that there was something worse happening in Nosamo. As they had seen the country up above its airspace, it was not that productive, not lively compared to any Quirinese of other foreign cities.

[Guadalupador]

Hearing the return transmission from the ATC channel, the jet smoothly landed on the runway as it brakes its wheels and slowly the turbines halted to minimum until manageable to be taxied in a nearby hangar. The pilot channeled again the ATC, this time a different message "ATC, this is Flight 2471. Successfully landed and taxied, requesting urgent security escort, repeat, requesting urgent security escort, over." The pilot, who was a trained NICA agent, knew that they will be surrounded by state security personnel, but it was more courteous for a delegate to ask to a foreign state of its provision of security, especially in a country surrounded by turmoil. The NICA agents and Reyes knew that there was something worse happening in Nosamo. As they had seen the country up above its airspace, it was not that productive, not lively compared to any Quirinese of other foreign cities.

Two SSM Officers waited in the terminal for the Quirinese delegation to arrive. As soon as they saw the delegation, the officers escorted them to a black Toyota Land Cruiser waiting outside the terminal in the pouring rain. The Officers provided umbrellas to the delegation as they got into the SUV. Once given the go-ahead, the SUV was allowed to leave towards Trigra's residence in central Nosamo. As the windshield wipers moved back and forth, the SSM Officer that was driving bantered to the other. "...Is this rain even going to end? Jeez."

"We've got thunderstorms in the forecast for the rest of the week, man. Blame the regional Nuclear Winter we had a few years back."

"Ah yes, 2015: 'the year without a summer'. That was dreadful... Were you here for that, or are you from the 'Diaspora?'"

"I was here, and we were all worried that 2013 would be the big year... Fuck, that's a hard time to recall." The second officer sighed.

"Hopefully, the regional climate will get its shit together soon."

"Yeah..." The second officer looked back to the small delegation. "Uh, I'm sorry, are we boring you?" He asked politely in his best English, hoping that one of them would understand.

"Oh, are you serious?!" The driver complained, waving his hand in disbelief.

"What's going on?" The Second Officer switched back to Dorian.

"Some asshole hooligans bombed a propaganda office, and now they're cleaning it up down the street. Fucking detours..." The driver said, making a left turn down the street. A few minutes later, the SUV arrived at its first checkpoint. "Ah, get your papers out." The Driver switched to English to accommodate the delegation as he was handed his own papers from the second officer.

"Papers please." One uniformed Federal Army Solider said in a monotone voice.

"Here you go." The driver handed the solider the documents.

After glancing through the papers, the solider looked back at the driver. "We're going to have to review these for a second..." The solider walked off towards the CP to confer with several other soldiers and and officer.

The driver rolled his eyes as he watched the entire fireteam return to the SUV. That's not right... The driver thought, as the fireteam walked to the SUV, Howa Type 89 Assault Rifles in hand.

"Your papers are invalid, I'm afraid. We don't recognize your ministry's authority." The solider that had the documents said, as he threw them on the wet ground.

"You got to be fucking kidding me..." The Driver realized what was going on, it was a fake checkpoint, and these were deserters, working for the resistance. The driver reached for his Five-seveN.

"He's armed! Open fire!" The Army Captain yelled as the soliders began unloading their magazines on the SUV, killing both of the SSM Officers. "Check for survivors!" The Captain yelled as two soliders opened the doors of the SUV. The blood of the SSM Officers now pouring into the street.

[Quirina]

Alexi Chenko International Airport
Guadalupador

As the six-man team, which are five agents and one very important personnel, who is Reyes, were being escorted by the two SSM personnel to a black Land Cruiser in such a rainy weather. Two NICA agents had the Filipino consul in between them, seated at the middle row, and the other three at the back of the SUV. As the gates of the airport opened, Reyes was pondering and picking his thoughts on what would be said to Trigra.

Turning to the team leader, Valdez, an SSM agent asks him, "Uh, I'm sorry, are we boring you?" "Not really. The weather might get a cold breeze later on. Don't bother, thanks." In polite English he replied with a shown Filipino tongue, probably Taglish. As Valdez saw the detour and the bombed propaganda office, talking to his mind saying, good thing it was not bombed while we're here.

Federal Army Checkpoint
Nosamo, Guadalupador

As the black SUV reaches the checkpoint, the driver shows papers to the Federal Army trooper. The trooper went to the checkpoint, rainy and wet, cloaked in a raincoat uniform. As the soldier returned with a fireteam, they were now holding their assault rifles and surrounded the SUV. "Your papers are invalid, I'm afraid. We don't recognize your ministry's authority." The soldier replied as giving a confused impression to the SSM agent. What the hell is this? These might be fake agents. Better give my men a good signal. At this moment, the NICA agents held their Glock 20s ready, bringing it out of the holsters. "You got to be fucking kidding me..." The SSM driver replies in astonishment, as he realized they were in a wrong place -- the resistance's territory. A whisper, probably from Valdez, went in saying "Shit." This was the cue that something is wrong, deadly wrong.

The rifles were aimed and blasted the front seat of the SUV, killing the two SSM personnel, which signaled the NICA agents to duck and cover Reyes in case they might got hit. Unfortunately, one got hit in the shoulder for lately responding, but still capable of firing his Glock. At this moment, they unleashed their pistols out of their holsters in high hopes to survive this mess they were not meant to be into. "Check for survivors!" A voice from the fireteam yelled. Valdez now thinks, wrong move assholes.

As the door was opened by a resistance soldier, he kicked the guy out of his sight, intended to make him fall in the ground, so as the other doors being opened. Glocks were aimed at the soldiers who opened the doors, but will not fire their pistols as such aiming duel came in. Valdez shouted "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" while aiming his pistol intently to the soldiers. Slowly, the NICA agents unloaded from the middle row, and at the back, forming a straight line against a line of a fireteam, armed with assault rifles. Confusion might be the atmosphere for Reyes, who was still inside the SUV ducking and frightened, but Valdez was intact. Looking at the captain, which has a higher rank being sewn in his uniform, "This is a diplomatic envoy you are trying to impede, officer! There are international laws you still need to follow, and you will need to leave our envoy.. right now!" Fingers were at the trigger, waiting to spray lead to the soldiers. If we will fall hostage to these guys, we're definitely screwed. We gotta get out of here and go back to the airport. It was the only strategy he can think of, now that it is something bad.

Reyes, terrified and confused, got nothing in his mind but call the NICA agents who were already in Nosamo and reach any form of contact. Fortunately, there are NICA agents codenamed "Jonny" and "Peter", who were assigned to spectate the interrogation process in the Riysan HQ in the city. Reyes scrambled in his phone and called Jonny. With a terrified panicking voice. "Jonny! Jonny!" The ringing ended in a voice of a deep-toned man. "Yes, sir? How's the flight to Nosamo?" "Siraulo ka! Your agents don't know you're here?!" "Who, sir? And why are you terrified?" "Damnit, we were in a killzone right now! Tell our allied forces to send men here, DAMMIT!" Reyes is shouting in his whispering voice as he tries to make a point to understand, but Jonny knew from his tone, he's in deep shit. "Sir, it's already assured they'll be on their way now. I want you to calm down and grab the Glock 20 underneath your seat and shoot any suspecting element you see. Relax, sir." Jonny calmly remarked. "If you can stay on the line, do so sir. We're on our way!"

"We will not shoot. We will not. Lay your barrels down as we will as well." Valdez remarked in a loud yell, making sure he is clearly heard while aiming his target in front. "Protect the Consul, at all costs!" "Masusunod po, ginoo!" the agents replied in unison. Fucking Dorian, I knew this will happen. Just as I expected.. I hope they know common sense.

Interrogation Room, Riysian HQ, Nosamo, Guadalupador

As he pockets his phone in his slacks, he was approached by Peter and turned to him, saying, "The Consul and his team is in deep shit right now, right at the line between the rebels and the government." Peter came in with a face enough to play poker, blank. Surprised a bit, he brings out his phone and calls the NICA HQ in FFR Philippines. "Is this Lt. Gen. Marasigan. Sir, the Consul is in trouble, but we will manage this very soon and we'll be succesful in having the Consul reach Trigra." Closing his phone, he nods with Jonny in unison. Jonny, on the other hand, thought of having Peter stay, "In case I get done with, you stay here. I'll deal with those bastard. Tell Razzaq I'll be needing their arsenal to get strapped, I'll join their team that will rescue the Consul and the agents." "Affirmative, Jonny, will do," Peter walked briskly to Razzaq and asked such favor, as he enter doors and holding his phone, with a little haste and tension, but his calm, light attitude remains.

PSPK Main Office Building
National Intelligence Coordinating Agency
FFR-Philippines

"Sir, the Consul is in trouble with the rebels. They are being held between being a casualty and being hostages." Marasigan briefed dela Cruz-Zamora as they received the news of the flight and arrival of the Filipino Consul to Nosamo, which went dead wrong. Leaning back in his chair, he remarked, "You think Valdez is a kid still? Hahahahaha I mean, you're too old to know that Valdez will not be an easy kid. Don't worry, as the agency is in continuous transmission with the Team, I assigned someone to handle the communications which only I can avail. Fortunately, it can touch the airwaves as well, but don't worry, it's for our own use so no one will bother listening to it but those who can understand our language and important peeps, such as me." Zamora was certain that the delegation is still in good hands regardless of the events. "Romy, even if you drop Valdez to hell, I'm sure he will rule it." He turns his chair back, gazing the glass window, seeing the night lights of New Manila in the darkness that surrounds it.

"Make sure this will not reach the higher ups. We won't need another Great Senate resolution to enter a war we don't need. Heck, it's even hard to imagine going full force military hardware, destroy the goddamn country just to save a team of six." Zamora bursts into laughter after such remark.

[Flardania]

Bundang, Flardania

"Just remember I'll always be here for you." Pierre smiled and returned the kiss. "I would love another cup of tea." As Natayla left towards the kitchen Pierre watched her leave. Pierre then pulled out his phone and checked Punch and his emails. He noticied less posts from Guadalupador. "It seems the government is tighting the noose on the people." Pierre thought as he looked outside as it started to drizzle.

Interrogation Facilities (Abner)

Richard sat bored in the interrogation room feeling forgotten about. He had a feeling he was being watched but shrugged of the feeling. He got out of his seat a did some of his daily crutches and pushups for awhile to stay active. He eventually sat down and quietly song a well known Flardanian psalm in French.

Someday I want to run away
To the world of midnight
Where the darkness fill the air
Where it's icy cold

Where nobody has a name
Where living is not a game
There, I can hide my broken heart
Dying to survive

There, no one can see me cry
The tears of my lonely soul
I'll find peace of mind
In the dark and cold world of midnight.

[McNernia]

Mcnernian Royal Marines
Alexei Cherneko International Airport
Nosamo
Guadalupador

Sumson smiled a wolfs smile, "Do not worry Colonel, we Mcnernians have a few hundred years of history of getting our point across. We too drove invaders from our shores. Greeks and Romans from the Interior, the Byzantines had to deal with us as equals, we took their faith anyway. We humbled the arrogance of the Vikings and the Albidan clans we were quite the challenge but the swords of the Kings soldiers were quite effective." He waved over an aide for a tablet with a Mcnernian history. To say that Mcnernians were brutal was something quite fitting. The tablet was a history that as the Brigaidier walked with the colonel he handed. "30 years ago, Afriolia, we had to get old school. Kaisong islands in the 1950s.

The Mcnernian looked to the first Rysian Officer he saw. "Who is your commander? We are here as a SACTO contingent."

[Riysa]

Media Outreach Office, Rovi, Guadalupador (6:30)

The blaze hadn't made the place unusable, but it had definitely made a mess, to say nothing of what the fire engines had done trying to put From the looks of it, it would probably take several days to make it look tidy again.

"Ugh." A IMJ captain muttered, looking at the scene. According to what the local police and the two IMJ lieutenants on the scene had gathered, and from CCTV footage and the few witnesses that had been willing to speak, 3-4 people in a car had sped down the road and bombed the office with a Molotov. While they had gotten some basics, there was little to nothing to go on, at least not until the labs had finished analyzing all the evidence, or until the bombers showed their faces again. So, as a safety measure, security around each office was ordered to be stepped up to include an armed guard outside each one.

Riysian Interrogation Facilities, Nosamo

Abdul-Razzaq's eyes went wide open as he heard the story from Peter. "Come on, we need to hurry then! Go to the laboratory blocks and find Colonel Yazid, he'll help set up the triangulation and everything. To get there, just walk down to the end of the hall and take a right, there's a sign showing the way. I need to go report this to my commanding officers. We'll meet up with you in a few minutes, alright?" The lieutenant colonel nodded at him and briskly took off in the direction of the staff offices.

Riysian Interrogation Facilities (Helesa), Nosamo

The colonel took a sip and put it down. "If you don't like it, put it down and we'll get you a new one." He took another sip. "People are free to believe whatever; that's part of being a human. But, don't you agree that posting something anti-government at a time like this is a bit of a lapse in judgement? There are many people out there who just grumble, but there are also quite a few who are violent."

[Guadalupador]

0900 Hours: Riysan Interrogation Facility, Nosamo, Guadalupador. (7/11/25)

Halesa shook her head, "No, no it's fine. I was caught off guard, that is all..." Commenting on the strength of the coffee. Halesa heard the Colonel out on his statement, and then said: "You're right, I was wrong in posting such an 'inflammatory' message over social media, at the wrong time. I was grumbling, yes, grumbling. But do you know why, Colonel?" Halesa smirked. "Can I ask you one question? Why are your forces here? Please tell me why they are here, in Guadalupador." Halesa asked, masking the slight anger in her voice.

1800 Hours: University of Nosamo, Nosamo Guadalupador. (7/11/25)

For nearly a week, the students holed up in the University of Nosamo defied the SSM Troops stationed at the perimeter, protesting the SACTO occupation. There would be a few violent clashes between the students and the SSM, rarely resulting in arrests or deaths, but tonight was going to be different: The military directive from Yamava Trigra, himself, detailed that the State Security Ministry Soldiers will break the siege. Late in the afternoon, two Leopard II MBTs rolled down the street towards the gate of the University. The gates were now blocked with cars, desks, chairs, shelves, nearly anything that the students had at their disposal they constructed a barrier to stop the SSM from flowing in. That barrier would not hold up for much longer, at 1800 Hours on the dot, the first Leopard II of the 5th Infantry Division, crushed through the main gate. The Students of the University realized what was happening and began to go out fighting: Launching Molotov Cocktails down on the tank, using rudimentary slingshots made from the materials around them. Other students gathered their personal firearms brought from home, smuggled into the school and dispersed throughout the university, finding covert positions to fire off potshots at incoming troops. At 1805, the second Leopard II crashed through the North Gate, clearing a way for three SSM fireteams to breach the University grounds: "I see you... hello you bastard..." One student, Tagero Qeros, holed up in the University Clocktower aimed his hunting rifle down towards the fireteams. The sound of the rifle firing was masked by a thunderclap, Tagero's quarry, a lowly SSM solider falling dead. Tagero reset his bolt-action rifle, and readied another shot. With the crack of his rifle, he killed another solider attempting to breach one of the main classroom buildings. Now the infiltrating fireteams were in disarray, they needed to find the attacker. Tagero readied another shot, but before he pulled the trigger, the SSM trooper he was aiming at fell dead, now the University Shooting Team began their attack from all over the university in their concealed positions. Tagero smiled as he saw more soldiers fall dead, before readying another shot and killing another solider.

"Load main turret!" The Commander of the MBT at the North Gate yelled.

"Loading one round KE!" The Gunner yelled.

"Open Fire on the General Classroom Building!" The Commander yelled, noticing several muzzle flashes coming from the windows of the building. The tank fired and the round hit the wall, causing a large explosion, penetrating several floors of the building and leaving a large opening several stories high in the side. Screams could be heard all around the area as the smoke cleared. "Casualties are confirmed." The commander said, looking at the impact zone, obviously shaken by his decision to fire on the building.

Tagero was nearly knocked off of his stance as the kinetic round hit the building adjacent to him. As soon as he got up, all he could see is smoke enveloping the entire campus. He got back up, grabbed his rifle and continued to look for targets. In between the smoke, he could see a tank commander, peering out of the hatch, watching several students begin surrendering. He aimed at the man's head, pulled the trigger and caused a mess on the top of the tank. Another explosion rocked his position as the tank at the Main Gate fired into the GCB, causing the entire left side to collapse. Tagero could see that the SSM troops were now pouring into the campus, firing on fleeing students, and arresting surrendering ones. He reloaded his rifle, and began to start hunting once more. He killed another solider firing on a girl that was fleeing. As he was switching targets, he saw the MBT at the Main Gate, now treading across the Quad, it's turret pointed straight at him. His eyes widened in surprise. The last thing the twenty-three-year-old saw was the muzzle flash of a Leopard II's turret gun firing.

[Quirina]

Alexei Cherneko International Airport
Nosamo
Guadalupador

His eyes were abit in confusion, but still remaining calm, he was left in the airport by Jonny, but he never knew what to do. Sending him calls and texts were deemed useless, and yet he is not updated of anything. Several minutes later, his phone rang. "Fucking Kristo, Sammy Man, you there?!" Peter was chilling, his voice was quite not as calmed as he should be as always. "Dude, what happened there? You're not even giving me any heads-up?!" "Man, the consul is in trouble. He's here in Nosamo right now, and was trapped in a crossfire. We need to save him." "SHIT! HOW?" "I dunno, Jonny knew how terrified the Consul was. Anyways, we got your messages and sorry for the hold-up." Now he is more confused, but he saw a bit of relief seeing armored troops, wearing badges of SACTO and Mcnernian armed forces. He rushed to them and walked to the Mcnernian soldier, saying "Excuse me, I'm from FFR Philippines, not from the Bayan, and I would like to ask who's the commanding officer here? I would like to give him a classified info for the SACTO troops here."

Riysian Interrogation Facilities, Nosamo

After Abdul-Razzaq briefed Peter, he rushed to the main hall to look for Jonny. Seeing him near the main lobby, he walked to him and pointed the direction of the laboratory blocks to ask Colonel Yazid's assistance. Walking hastily reaching the door, the two agents knocked at the Colonel's office and asked for his assistance. "The Filipino consul is under a crossfire, and we still do not know what happened. He is luckily alive, and definitely, is in need of our urgent help. We would need a squad for this VIP rescue mission. We would be glad to cooperate with you for to have this successful and be shown of the Riysian combat prowess."

[McNernia]

The marine, a Private looked at the diplomat nonplussed. He had been keeping guard over a bunch of ironhearts. He fingered his AR9 rifle but was quite a bit calm and professional. "So long as you dont wear black and keep a Phi on your arm I guess your friendly.." The mans tag read B.Mac'Ill'Iosa. He looked at the diplomat. "The Brig went into the Terminal. That way." He pointed towards the tower.