[Kerbin Only] Kerbin in Jeopardy

[Barkadia]

Small Restaurant, Vychod

Two BIA agents are sat at a table in the corner of a small restaurant in Vychod. They are discussing the new threat to stability in now Eastern Barkadia. The older one, Zdeno, has a file of a young man in his coat pocket.

"Do you have the file, Zdeno?"

"Of course I do, Cyril."

He plops the folder onto the table. Cyril turns it around and opens it. Inside, there is a picture of a young man, on the other side, is a basic description of the person.

His name is Stanislav Havel. He is 23 years of age. We think he is a leader of the recently discovered "Free Pine Organization." His parents moved to Western Kolonia in 1996, fearing Barkadian politics were shifting too far to the left for their liking. They divorced in 2000. His father was a fascist politician, and took it upon himself to train the 4 year old Stan to become a fascist like himself. By 2005, Stan was indoctrinated, and his father felt proven right about his past suspicions. Stan and his dad learned how to shoot, and the son has multiple firearms. The father died in 2009. In 2015, Stan started the "Free Pine Organization", a far right group which we believe to be heavily armed and dangerous. It was originally for fascists, but over the three years, they have incorporated everyone from anarcho-capitalists to monarchists. We suspect that up to around 10,000 people are in this group, and most are ready to fight. We are unsure if they want an independent Barkadian state separate of ours, or if they want to overthrow our current government. But we gotta keep a close eye on these guys."

"Is there something you want me to do?"

"We want you to infiltrate this group. We need to know their plans, so that we can catch them beforehand. If possible, try to get in direct contact with Stanislav."

"Sure thing I guess. Where would I find them?"

"Ask around in the cities. Someone will probably refer you to them."

"Okay, got it."

A waiter comes up with their plates of food. Zdeno quickly closes the folder and puts it back in his coat. The plates are then set down on the table.

[Dolphiland]

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USER "CPT-ANDERS" (CLEARANCE LEVEL: 7) HAS REQUESTED FILE: PFS AUDIO-REC 06/09/18
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CLEARANCE LEVEL CONFIRMED: ACCESS GRANTED
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PLAYING FILE: PFS AUDIO-REC 06/09/18

/BEGIN AUDIO

UNKNOWN 1: "Comrades, as you all know, preparations for this have been ongoing for some time, now, the day is near."
UNKNOWN 2: "Yes, it is soon time for us to rise, to finally crush the Dolfik imperialists and declare our nation a free one."
UNKNOWN 1: "Indeed, for long they've bled us dry, they've oppressed us and taken everything we've had, and what have the Dolfiks ever done for us in return?"
UNKNOWN 2: "The Public Health System?"
UNKNOWN 1: "Well, apart from-
UNKNOWN 3: "And the drink! Alban Ale's been pretty easy to import during this occupation of theirs."
UNKNOWN 2: "Yeah, true, that is something we're probably going to miss."
UNKNOWN 1: "Alright, but apart from that, what have the Dolfiks ever done for us?"
UNKNOWN 2: "Not much I suppose."
UNKNOWN 3: "Well they did-"
UNKNOWN 1: "And whilst they do this they take everything from us, you can barely go a mile without running into one of their checkpoints, they've imposed martial law over the entire province, and their "peacekeeping efforts" have and always have been a thinly veiled occupation. And they refuse us our basic rights, where is our right to self-determination? Gone! They claim it's "to maintain public stability" but we, and by we I mean not just us here, but all of Suroig, know that all their claims are nothing more than petty excuses and lies so they can maintain their iron grip on us, we all know that, whilst they claim to be aiding us, all they really want is to control us, as a strategic foothold, as a last attempt to relive their colonial days. Well we say, no more! We shall rise up, and free our land from the oppressors, and declare our people's glorious freedom!"
UNKNOWN 2: "Well said, comrade."
UNKNOWN 1: "Thank you, now, as we have discussed previously, it is our intent to show that we are not mere guerrilla fighters in the forests, rather, we shall mount a full-scale assault on the Dolfiks, starting two days from now, PFS Group West will stage an assault on the city of Scorse, they will be supported by our newly operational 1st Armoured Brigade, the officers of which were happy to report earlier that, thanks to a combination of foreign-supplied Serrian CML.3 MBTs and captured Dolfik equipment, is now at over 90% operational readiness. It is our hope that the shock of suddenly being confronted with MBTs, along with the general shock of us staging a full frontal assault against their positions, will severely impact Dolfik morale. Additionally, all PFS units will be ordered to intensify their operations during the battle for Scorse, carrying out raids and such to distract the Dolfiks and give them the sense that they're being attacked on all fronts, we will also be issuing a call for all civilian workers to go on strike or riot during this, adding even more to the Dolfik's problems."
UNKNOWN 3: "And why was Scorse selected as our target?"
UNKNOWN 1: "It is in an ideal geographic location, being located in a defensible region a large distance away from most major Dolfik military installations, it's position on the western coast also helps with certain logistical issues, and it also has some historical value, as it was the historical capital of Suroig back when it was a part of Orbs."
UNKNOWN 2: "And if we fail?"
UNKNOWN 1: "Failure is not an option."
UNKNOWN 3: "Indeed, comrade, indeed."
UNKNOWN 1: "And so, the plan is that the brigade will be split into two groups, with one assaulting the airport, whilst the other moves to.....

/END AUDIO

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/LOG ENDED

[Blorbs]

Blorbs

A Blorbik diplomat walks up the mobile-stairs to a small passenger aircraft, an angled Dolphik flag printed on the rear. Inside are lavish conditions, fit for that of a monarchy, and far more than that of anything provided to government officials by Blorbs, with hand-crafted leather and velvet surfaces, and a very open interior appearing more like an extremely oversized living room and dining hall rather than an aircraft interior.

"Greetings, sir," a Dolphik attendant says, "I do hope the accommodations are to your liking. Please, take any seat you want."

"Thank you. Yes, they will do."

He walks down through the cabin and takes a seat on the right side of a couch in front of a dark wooden table, where a tall glass of champagne had already been placed in preparation. Consuming it quickly in a single motion, he places the glass to the side and stares partially out the nearby window, lost in thought. The diplomat almost did not notice the plane's gentle takeoff, and after a few minutes, a stewardess approached him carrying a leather breifcase.

"Hello, sorry to bother you, I was instructed to give you this briefcase of documents. I hope you can work things out with us, those Suroigs are really fools and wrong to revolt. Its very good to see that Blorbs is on our side. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, no, that should be all," he said, taking the briefcase. He paused for a moment, looking further out the window as the coastline receded to open ocean, then unlocked the suitcase. Within, it contained several documents outlining a proposed Blorbik-Dolphik deal, proposed by the Kuft party within the Grand Council, that he was arriving in Suroig to arbitrate and sign. It was about Blorbs guaranteeing non-aggression and non-involvement against Dolphiland with possible rebellion in Suroig, along with a guaranteeing both Blorbs and Dolphiland would officially not recognize any revolutionary state out of Suroig, and finally with an agreement to aid militarily if any rebellion crossed the straight and entered the mainland of Dolphiland. After it was discussed and finalized, it would be signed and then the Grand Council would vote whether or not to ratify the treaty in the following days. Somewhat strangely, they were relatively low on detail about the possible deal, possibly due to an already thorough understanding of it as you might expect of a diplomat, even though this was his first diplomatic mission and he had only four days ago been officially appointed to his position. He read it over, then stared blankly at the pages for some time until putting them back in the case and closing it, then attempting to sleep for the rest of the duration of the flight.

"Sir?"

The diplomat was jarred awake, immediately grabbing the suitcase and wordlessly exiting the aircraft. A red carpet had been rolled out onto the tarmac to the door of the small airport into which he would enter, and barriers placed on each side. A sizable crowd of reporters and interested citizens line each side, asking questions or observing quietly. Tired, and mildly inebriated, he simply kept his head forward and walked for the door. He walked through into the airport's nearly empty interior, where a Blorbik attendant and driver approached him.

"Your updated papers sir. I'll take that briefcase off of you."

The diplomat exchanged briefcases, smiling.

"Thank you."

"Of course, sir. Please, follow me, I will be driving you to your lodgings at the hotel."

The diplomat continued forward, followed by the Blorbik driver. Once outside, his door was opened and he entered the rear of a short luxury car. Without speech the driver entered and began to head towards the nearby hotel. After arriving and parking directly in front of it in V.I.P. parking, the diplomat looked solemnly out the window.

"Godspeed," the driver muttered.

He exited the vehicle, the driver then taking the vehicle to a parking lot behind the hotel. The diplomat approached the door, where a fireteam of Dolphik soldiers stood ominously, sent there as a part of the martial law that plagued Suroig.

"Ah, you must be the prized diplomat, the hero of everyone in Suroig! Come, please, sir." He quickly looked over the diplomat in his formal black suit. "What's in the briefcase?"

"Oh, just documents for the treaty that I am to sign tomorrow in the presence of your great King. Confidential, of course, I am sure you understand," he said charismatically.

"Of course. Yes, come in, the desk will show you to your suite."

He stepped in, heading instead for the open double doors of a highly esteemed luxury restaurant present in the base of the hotel, " Louis' " written in large gold and wooden lettering above.

"Reservation for two, under—"

"Oh yes, sir! Anyone of any means and wealth here recognizes and welcomes you. Please, follow me."

He continued through the large restaurant, weaving through the hundreds of tables that lay within.

"Excuse me, I must divert for the facilities if that is alright."

"Of course, sir."

As he walked, he noted at the last minute on a silent television broadcasting news, the 'breaking headline' of "Blorbik diplomat sent to landmark Suroig treaty disavowed for fears of being Kerthenian Agent". Taking a somewhat unorthodox path towards the bathroom, he happens to walk behind the table at which William Pilate, Field Marshal, Commander, and acting Military Governor of Suroig, is seated. He swiftly opens his breifcase, producing a black snubnozed revolver and nearly instantly firing five times, once towards each of the Military Governor's guards and thrice at him, all hitting directly in the back of their heads. He immediately moves with haste towards the back door of the building, some instance away, when the fireteam in front of the hotel storms into the building and restaurant, opening fire into the crowded room. Nearly at the door, he feels incredible pain in his lower back and crashes to the ground. Unable to move, and fearing assured capture, he takes the revolver and fires the last remaining bullet within the revolver into his own skull.

[Dolphiland]

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BREAKING NEWS: PFS Guerrillas attack city of Scorse in Suroig.
By Otto Kerman, 09/09/2018, DNN.

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On yesterday the 8th, which has been dubbed "Bloody Saturday", PFS guerrilla rebels staged an assault on the city of Scorse, in
the western area of the Autonomous Province of Suroig. Although the PFS, by far the largest and most organized of various guerrilla groups
in Suroig, has been a thorn in the side of peacekeeping efforts in the province for some time now, until now they were mostly limited to
guerrilla raids on convoys and remote military installations, and limited fighting with Dolphik forces for control of rural regions. The assault
on Scorse represents a military operation unprecedented in scale by previous PFS actions, with violent combat occurring throughout the city
and it's surrounding areas.


PFS captured APC engaged in combat in Scorse.

The PFS has deployed a significant amount of heavy equipment in the assault, including heavy anti-air launchers, armoured
weapons carriers, and even MBTs, which have never before been seen in PFS hands. Although the PFS is known to have captured DolFik
equipment during the fighting, the MBTs they've been reported to be operating, the number of which is thankfully small, are reported to
appear Serrian in design. The Ministry of Defense has refused to comment on this, despite repeated attempts at inquiry. There has also
been a significant spike in PFS activity in the rest of Suroig, with DolFik units in almost all regions having to deal with ambushes and raids
against them. There have also been en masse strikes, protests, and riots amongst the civilian workers of Suroig, despite attempts by
military and law enforcement personnel to disperse them, and it is believed by some that PFS sympathizers were responsible for organizing
the riots.


Dolphik Peacekeeping Forces defending against a PFS ambush.

As of press time there is still reported to be heavy fighting ongoing within the city of Scorse and the surrounding regions, with
the rebels being dominant in surrounding rural areas, aswell as having captured Scorse International Airport. The MoD has yet to issue
official damage and casualty reports, but damage to the city center is reported to be extensive. A state of emergency has been declared by
the DolFik government, and all flights to the province have been re-routed to the mainland. Prime Minister Tim Kerman is scheduled to
make a public address on the topic tomorrow afternoon. We will continue coverage of this story as it develops.

-Otto Kerman, DNN.

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[Dolphiland]

CITIZENS:

A STATE OF EMERGENCY IS NOW IN EFFECT THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRETY OF SUROIG PROVINCE.

MARTIAL LAW IS NOW IN EFFECT.

A CURFEW IS NOW IN EFFECT DURING THE FOLLOWING TIMES:

8 PM - 8 AM.

ALL CITIZENS ARE DIRECTED NOT TO LEAVE THEIR HOMES DURING THIS TIME UNLESS NECESSARY.
ALL NON-EMERGENCY ROAD TRAVEL IS ALSO PROHIBITED DURING THIS TIME.

ALL VEHICLE TRAVEL OUTSIDE OF CITY LIMITS IS TO BE REPORTED TO THE AUTHORITIES.
INCLUDING DESTINATION, CARGO, PASSENGERS, AND EXPECTED TRAVEL TIME.

ALL TRAVEL TO AND FROM SUROIG WILL REQUIRE A PERMIT.
ALL INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL TO AND FROM SUROIG IS PROHIBITED.
ALL TRAVEL ACROSS THE SUROIG-SELLEN BORDER IS PROHIBITED.

PEACEKEEPING PATROLS WILL BE DOUBLED.
PLEASE REPORT ANY AND ALL SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY TO YOUR NEAREST PEACEKEEPER.

CITIZENS, REMAIN CALM DURING THIS CRISIS, THE ADMINISTRATION IS UNDERGOING ALL REQUIRED ACTIONS TO END THIS CRISIS AND RESTORE DEMOCRATIC ORDER.
ALL CURRENT RESTRICTIONS HAVE BEEN IMPOSED TO BENEFIT YOUR SAFETY DURING THIS CRISIS. CIVILIAN GOVERNMENT WILL BE RESUMED UPON THE RESOLUTION OF THE ONGOING CRISIS.

GOD SAVE THE KING

-HM'S PROVINCIAL ADMINISTRATION OF THE AUTONOMOUS PROVINCE OF SUROIG.

[Edusa]

Edusan desert

A kerbal was walking alone in the night, sand mixed with ashes flying around him. Under his feets, beside him, his comrades, his brother in arms, all dead. Tears grew in his eyes as he remembered the terrible battle that happened on this place. They charged on their camels, the blades of their scimitars shining on the moonlight. "Like in the good old times" the old ones would have said if they were still alive. Beside him he saw the flag of the ESR, half burned as under it, dozens of bodies where laying, half burned too. They attacked the camp at dusk, killed everyone inside in a matter of minutes and then looked at the bodies, childs, elders, the young men and women, soldiers of the ESR, where were they ? As they poured gasoline over the bodies and ignited them, the answer to that question appeared on the horizon. They were here, the red warriors of the ESR, bearing long wooden poles with heads on them, hairs flying in the wind. They understood and a scream of rage grew in their throat. They attacked each other's camps, seeing their loved ones murdered, proudly displayed like some big game... That was too much, they climbed back on their camels and scimitars in hand charged again. The others understood too. The wooden poles fell on the ground, assault rifles replaced them in their hands. They opened fire at 400 meters, it was a massacre but they kept charging, tears of rages in their eyes. Even the fierciest battles of Great War couldn't reach that level of savagery, bullets and blades were only directed by pure hate. The thirsty sand of the bloody Edusa would once again be satisfied. The chaos grew even more when a Molotov cocktail exploded in the middle of the melee. On this day Hell got scared of those men and women burning alive but still fighting, animated by hatred against each other. What seemed like decades lasted a single hour and he was the chosen one, the last kerbal alive. He fought like the others but as his friends were falling he was still here, plunging his blade in his opponents' bodies. He fell on his knees, everything he ever knew was gone, shatered in a maelström of violence, blood and anger. Has he raised his sword to strike one last time he mumbled:

"Azkena naiz..."

And the sweet relief of his steel struck his heart...

[Faulksnia]

Foksberg, Faulksnia

Aalbert Niemayir leaned back on the rim of his commander's hatch. The sloped roof of his Heijina II's turret fell away in front of him and the remote-controlled autocannon beside him lay powered down. Silence was thick in the air, a lack of noise as oppressive as 7.62 rounds whizzing past his face before he could duck down into the tank. Petrol stench filled his nose and he tilted his helmet back to wipe the sweat from his brow. September in Foksberg, and Niemayir was a Gvennar, born in the snow.

He'd killed two children this week, shot them from behind a screen as their shadows had moved in front of a window. His crew had probably killed a dozen people on purpose, he tried not to think how far a 30mm shell could go before it hit something that would stop it. The Empress had put martial law over the city, well, over the Empire but all the other Jarls had already done the same the day that girl had been shot on television. Riots had erupted everywhere, social media had called for the arrest of the entire government before it was shut down, Aalbert thought he'd heard something about Barkadians taking Ragnorsted as part of some revolution.

All Aalbert knew was that he was tired of killing people. He supposed he'd been foolish to think that wasn't what he'd signed up for but he always thought he'd be blowing up Timberan T-55s as they rolled through his hometown, not cutting schoolchildren in half with anti-aircraft guns. The entire crew felt that way, their driver position, Kramlich, hadn't slept in four days.

The Imperial palace sat behind him, the beaux-arts double horseshoe staring haughtily out at the rest of the city, concrete and glass that towered over it, obscuring the view of the harbor it apparently had when it was built.

Movement caught Aalbert's eye, his hatch slammed shut as gunfire danced across the tank's hull. Their gunner had went to go to the bathroom two minutes ago. The tank stayed quiet as dozens of men and women swarmed into the palace, and soon there was a knock on his hatch as a man in a grey trenchcoat demanded his surrender.

Niemayir and Kramlich sat on the steps of the Hall of Jarls, tied back to back, among the other prisoners as the palace burned. Aalbert worried the building might collapse on his tank but as the roof began to sag the wall that lined the Imperial Garden fell out and the Outer Palace folded into itself, revealing the burning husk of the Inner Palace on its short hill as the sunset cast a red glow on the skyscrapers around it.

He'd never really liked beaux-arts anyways.

[Edusa]

South of Edusa, a sandy bay

Around a camp fire, four men where discussing while an hydroplane was gently dancing in the waves of the bay.

"So it happened right ?"
"Yeah you saw the news like we did, the mountain guys are getting their revolution."
"What are we even going to do in this mess ? We don't even speak their language... "
"Give them some advices on what they should do to succeed and put them in touch with some weapon dealers."
"Fuck's sake, it's gonna be cold as hell in here and there's barely enough room for our stuff in that plane..."
"You can always go back to the camp and take tomorrow's airplane."

They stared at the fire for a few minutes.

"Okay, time to go, do ya'll have your papers ?"
"Yeah..."
"Remember the plan ?"
"We fly to Ostrokhan, use our counterfeit papers and the money to get on a flight to Barkadia and from there we find a way to get to Faulksnia and find our contact..."
"You're sure that you didn't forget anything ?"
"Shut up, you're not our mom !"
"Let's go then"

The engine of the little plane roared as they took off in the night...

[Ostreich1]

FRO PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

The FRO army has finally reached Overath and for the first time in 25 years a train has entered the city of Overath. Yesterday Keitel died of a heart attack in his home in Giensenschwand and his successor has yet to be named. A new arms trade deal with Serria, Kerthenia and Klathu has been made which will modernise and strengthen the FROs forces with the addition of but not limited to new armoured fighting vehicles and aircraft such as the newly developed Excalibur 1 MBT, Rendastaggio II IFV and more F-17s from Kerthenia. Several FRO officials have gone to Prenzlau to start discussions about a possible future syncretic confederation among the DRO and the FRO in the hopes to end the Ostreich civil war. The government has announced that there will be a Referendum to change the name of the FRO to the Federal Republic of Icaria in a week.

Potential Arms Trade Deal

Date:14092018
To:The Theocratic Papal Monarchy of the Serrian Archipelago
From: Keitels Ostreich
We wish to procure further military equipment from Serria and have compiled a list of equipment below. Payment arrangements will be made in a week when our representative arrives in Serria.
CML.3: 200 units.
Eurocopter Tiger: 50 units.
P.282 Lark: 60 units.
P.297: 200 units.
P.154: 300 units.

[Faulksnia]

100 kilometers Northwest of Vautland, Faulksnia

An armored SUV sped down the highway, kicking up fallen leaves as it passed through the region's namesake forestland. There were very few other drivers out this late at night and the headlights of the vehicle glared through the thin September mist as it raced forwards into the darkness.

A few kilometers farther down the highway, a barricade was being set up and an older S-75 light tank sat, engine purring, on the side of the road. Grand Jarl Lissbetsenn had already fled when a group of Swords stormed his mansion at midnight after he had failed to respond to his Provisional Tribunal Summons. Lissbetsenn was wanted for writing the Terrorist Prevention Act, which had outlawed ideologies considered "dangerous" by the Imperial government and authorized lethal force in arresting "propagandists." Thousands of marks in confiscated jewelry and art was discovered in his basement near a furnace containing dozens of half-burnt copies of various manifestos and political works.

Two headlights appeared on the stretch of highway before them and Provisional Police swarmed across the road to their stations behind the fallen logs they'd used as barriers. A half-dozen SG-119s thunked onto the lumber as the SUV came closer. A bright light came from the roof of the vehicle and suddenly an explosion knocked several of the pieces of timber out of place. More grenades fell amongst the officers as they scrambled to get off the road, dragging a few injured men as rifle-fire skittered across the pavement. A few more grenades fell on top of the barricade, splintering it, and around the tank as it pulled back into the shrubbery, its deactivated cannon useless.

The goon sticking up through the sunroof ducked back inside the vehicle as it blew through the remains of the barricade just as shells flew through where his head had been and pattered against the SUV's armored plate. Lissbetsenn, in the front seat, pressed the gas down even harder as the rebels filled the highway again. He was thinking about how unlikely it was that there'd be any more resistance on his way to the coast when a flash of light from the side of the road suddenly sent the car flying. A small squad sprinted across the road to the burning wreck, tossing a few grenades inside before running off into the woods again.

[Edusa]

A small road in the middle of the country...

Jon woke up, he felt iron bracelets around his wrists and the vibrations of a vehicle on a not that good road. He tried to stand up but quickly fell back, helped by a vigorous punch in his face. There was blood in his mouth and he could feel a warm liquid falling from his nose on his clothes. He heard someone screaming beside him, followed by the characteristic sound of a nose breaking under a fist. He felt a strong headache coming and fell unconscious...

How much time was he away ? Jon couldn't tell. Another punch woke him up. Someone took his arm and pulled up. He fell down almost immediately and got kicked in the ribs by a good old ranger boot. He managed to get back on his feet despite a red veil momentarily covering his eyes. He stumbled more than he walked through the short corridor of what seemed to be a bus. He managed to get on the cold hard ground of a large warehouse without falling again and got quickly pushed out of the way toward a group of people featuring the same bloody and tumid face as him. In front of him he finally saw the ones who organized all this, four men in all black uniforms, wearing Kevlar vests and the right hand on a holster. Jon could see blood dripping from the glove of the most left one and was almost sure to see a sadistic smile behind the black bandana covering his face. The crowd started to growl, realizing their numeric advantage over the four guys and their pistol. A woman had the courage to run toward them. Jon had a split second to notice a strange collar around her neck before her head turned into a burst of flame, blood, brain and skull fragments.

"Any other volunteer ?" sardonically asked the left guy.

More men in black started to arrive in the building and started to push the prisoners towards what seemed to be the entrance of a gallery. Jon did his best to follow but his chest was hurting to much. He fell on his knees. One of the guards tried to put him back on his feet but he fell down again despite all his efforts. He watched the last prisoner disappear in the dark gallery while a little click could be heard.

"One last chance..." He heard the guard say.

He pushed on his arms and legs with all the strength remaining in his body but felt something breaking inside him. He fell on his back screaming in pain and fear.

"Oh well, the sooner the better."

He turned his to see a pistol with a suppressor looking at him in the eyes.

"P... Please..." was the last thing he heard himself say.

[Blorbs]

Collective of Blorbik Intelligence
NOTICE: All information within this document has been de-classified and is approved for legal public viewing by any persons.

COLLECTIVE OF BLORBIK INTELLIGENCE PUBLIC RELEASE AND PUBLICATION:

INVESTIGATIONS INTO SERRIAN STATE AND MILITARY CONTROL:

This report is a public release of information collected by the foreign department of the Collective of Blorbik Intellegence regarding the control of the state of Serria. Investigations begun at an undisclosed time following an acquisition of information pointing towards the possibility of Serrian governmental—or government peripheral—involvement in their own Serano Square Shooting, particularly with regards to its ostensibly coincidental proximity to a local news and journalism firm.

A series of materials are to be included within this release in the footnotes as some of the evidence for this report, including the following:

-Photograph taken of the top floor of the office of the Journalistic Firm, showing clear signs of further assault via police than was officially released by the Serrian Government who claimed that all casualties were on the first and second floor of the six story building and that the mistaken assault quickly ceased after all guards had either surrendered, been incapacitated, or killed. This indicated further intentional assault, possibly including the illegal and unpublicized detention and murder of civilians within the Firm as indicated by the clear signs of blood-spatter and bullet impacts on the walls of the top floor of the Firm.

-A coroners report of a corpse which was 'confusingly ordered by threat of imprisonment to be kept hidden and undisclosed' along with an image linking it as that of a Journalist within the assaulted firm who had previously been making a series of reports which tentatively appear to have been pointing to a similar conclusion to this report.

-Declassified transcript of an audio recording suspected to be of the same government officials referred to into the included coroner's report

-Collective of Blorbik Intellegence Officer's Report detailing further confirmation of suspicions before loss of communication

Not included within the footnotes are also additional sources of information regarding this topic not currently deemed releasable to the public for matters of intellectual security.

THESIS SUMMARY:

The public thesis summary of this information is as follows. The evidence that the Serrian government's official publication on the cause, intent, events, and outcome of the Serano Square Shooting was entirely false is unquestionable. The likelyhood of it being a misunderstanding is very unlikely due to the omnipresence of police and government officials within the event given what it was; a government ordered assault by military forces, the factual truth which was not at any point denied. The photographic evidence showing an apparent assault on civilians resulting in the death and cover up of a Journalist from the assaulted Firm, whose power was cut shortly before.

The aforementioned audio transcript tied to the military officials involved with the cover up later acquired revealed further information. It seemed to clearly indicate extrajudicial military control involving a newly appointed General of the Serrian Armed Forces, whose predecessor had been killed with foul play suspected. It also revealed the address 333 Via Banese, which had already been previously indicated as a place of investigation in the most recent article by the killed and covered up Journalist. The sum of this evidence points to some form of organization within the Serrian government in control of the military, leaving the public and elected administration as a satellite or puppet. A hired private investigator legally investigated the premises of 333 Via Banese and found vast quantities of documentation indicating the truth of previous suspicions, along some indications that the public government was fully aware of the fact at some point and declined any attempts to subvert it. Further acquisition in bulk of concrete evidence was cut short by a loss of contact with the private investigator, believed to be in illegal custody, or killed, at this time.

After this a heavy impromptu analysis of this information and all publicly available within the KBN has resulted in support of the current theory as having high likelihood to be true, an indication of grave matter for the people of Serria and their supposed democratic institutions and state altogether.

Initial direct contact with the Serrian government about this matter was met with a complete and utter rejection of this fact or even making any attempts whatsoever to investigate the possibility, possibly indicating further and deeper penetration and involvement or control than previously expected. This information and report was made public in an attempt to shine light on this possible injustice carried out in secret to all people of the Serrian Archipelago.

[The Serrian Archipelago]

The Holy Palace of the Grand Master
Theocratic Papal Monarchy of Serria
Dio, Paese, Famiglia.

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Greetings.

Earlier today, the Blorbik Intelligence Collective released a large amount of so-called "evidence" regarding the accusations of a systematic scheme to murder journalists as well as many other heinous crimes in our Divine Nation. These attacks are merely a declaration of insanity on the part of the Blorbik intelligence agency 'KBN', which has done nothing but fabricate evidence against the Serrian state. The released claims also accuse the Serrian military of having "extrajudicial control" over our fair and democratic process. These claims are completely false, without basis, and nothing more than a campaign to smear and cause divides in the Serrian identity, which must remain intact. The Serrian Counter-Intelligence Service (SCIS) had recently exchanged gunfire with a Blorbik operative within Serrian borders, clearly as a member of this misinformation campaign. The operative was killed under the veil of being a "private investigator", as they claim.

The second wave of terror in one of Serria's coroner's offices was also caused by Blorbik intelligence agents. We absolutely and confidently condemn these actions by the KBN, which at no point are justifiable. Had the Blorbiks truly cared about the well-being of our democracy, the investigation would be handled by intelligence authorities, not by public domain. The Blorbik operatives found to be guilty of starting this reign of terror in Serria have been found to have been working in our borders for some months, and have even been linked to the death of multiple Serrian nationals.

Although we know these claims to be entirely false, the SCIS will be launching a public, thorough, and clear investigation to put this myth in the ground once and for all. Any doubts would be removed, and the Serrian state will have its name in the just, as it always has. This Divine Nation has never done so many violations of our Morals as they have claimed we have against our own people. We are a people of God, Country, and Family. Democracy is part of that country and family which we all swear to defend.

Concluding this statement, the accusations made upon us are absolutely absurd and unfounded in any reality other than their own, and we will be making sure of that fact; we have in the past, and as we continue in the future. The rights of the Serrian citizen remain important to the current administration of the government, and they always will be. We are a nation of neutrality from foreign conflict, yet the Blorbik state has continued to poke and see how far Serria can take foreign aggression. Make no mistake, we shall never violate the neutrality from foreign affairs as promised centuries ago. The invasion nearly a hundred years ago in 1924 remains in our hearts, our minds, and our eyes. It remains a road that shall never be traveled down again. Our only demand to the world is that Serria remains apart from their eyes and ears. We ask for peace, and we give peace. Shall you have problems with Serria, tell her through words and not through bullets and guns or intelligence agents wreaking havoc throughout our streets, villages, cities, and homes.


Thank you.

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This concludes our press briefing and featured news. Good day.

[Barkadia]

BARKADIAN PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

The Barkadian election takes place tomorrow, on Firday, September 21st. It pleases the people and the acting government of the country that the democratic processes are finally beginning to happen again. Our nation turns the corner into stability and political peace tomorrow, and we hope the voters feel good about their decisions and how the new politicians will change and run Barkadia. Our nation has survived the late 20th century, the after effects of the 2005 Revolution, and the brutal political conflict against the CDN and Meridian Treaty. Soldiers are finally going home. In now Eastern Barkadia, most of the population has responded well to assimilation, and refugees have come over the border in moderate numbers. Most have either stayed or went through Omni to countries they saw fit to live in. Although they could not participate in the election this year, they have begun setting up local governance in their new provinces, and having regional elections of their own. There are rumors of a far right movement made up of Barkadians and Kolonians within the areas, but do not believe them. They do not exist and they aren't a threat. This is all for now.

Train station, Acus

Firdeck sits on a bench in Acus's main train station, early at night. He does not carry any belongings, except for his wallet, and his phone. His phone begins to buzz in his pocket. He sighs for a second, and then reaches for it and answers.

"Hello?"

"Firdeck, when will you be here?"

"Sorry, the train got delayed, but I should be there with you at 10:00 at the latest. What is the rush anyways, we need to wait for the afternoon anyways."

"Yes, but the earlier you get here, the better. We can plan things out much easier."

"I'll try my best. But I will be there relatively early, do not worry."

"Okay."

The general hangs up, and the phone then mutters, "hovor ukončil".

"What is it with this guy? I trust him with my life, but he doesn't trust me with something out of my control."

In the distance, a loud train horn blares. Firdeck stands up, wipes himself off, and moves up to the yellow line at the edge of the platform.

[Edusa]

Underground facility IS-T3, Erdimendi district's mines

Maria couldn't remember for how long she was in here or even why. All she could remember was the sound of the door of her bedroom breaking open followed by the screams of her child as she felt the electrodes of a shock pistol entered in her skin. Maria only woke up in a small padded empty white room, hands tied in her back. At one point, two persons in wide NBC suits entered the room. One pointed a weird pistol equipped with a suppressor at her while the other, a syringe in the right hand, walked closer to her, brutally took her left arm and after a few seconds jabbed the needle in one of her veins. They left right after and she soon started to feel dizzy. It begun with her arm where the substance was injected twitching and her nose flowing. Nausea followed soon and despite the pain Maria wondered how she could vomit so much while she ate nothing for quite some time. After what she felt like hours, her whole body started to violently shake as she was struggling to breath. A dark veil started to appear in front of her eyes and yet she noticed the door of her cell opening to let two persons in the same NBC suits enter. She tried to scream for help but only managed to bite her tong as her jaws were shaking probably even harder than her whole body. The black veil grew wider over her eyes as she was trying to spit the blood of her severed tong suffocating her. In a desperate last effort Maria managed to scream the name of her son before vomiting a flow of blood and passing out on the stained padded floor.

The doctor looked at his colleague through the glass of his gas mask.

"6 minutes and 57 seconds, we are getting closer."

[Barkadia]

Police station, northern Corticis

Kornel Malina and his other officers sit around in a police station. Most have gotten back from lunch break, and are bored, as the day was slow and uneventful.

"Have any one of you voted yet?"

"After my shift, probably. I need to stay here, just in case someone actually decides to do something interesting."

Suddenly, a distant and loud sound is heard moving closer to the station.

"Kornel, go see what that is."

Kornel walks to the door and opens it. There is a slow column of T-90s moving down the street southwards towards the center of the city.

"Whe.."

He moves in front of the first tank, which notices the man and stops. The commander pokes his head out of the turret. He begins to yell over the loud sound of the vehicles.

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, SIR!"

"WHAT IS THIS ALL ABOUT?"

"WE ARE SAVING THE NATION! NOW MOVE!"

Kornel moves to the sidewalk and the column begins advancing forwards again. He bursts through the doors of the station.

"Guys, there is something really bad happening."

School gym, center Corticis

Dominika Kostrová, an older retired woman, stands in a decently sized line going slightly outside of the gym building onto the sidewalk. Suddenly, some soldiers begin showing up on the street, and a small group heads inside. A gunshot echoes from outside.

"We need everyone to listen! Go home, the elections are cancelled! There is a conspiracy currently going on against the government. Head home and defend yourselves until the situation is clear."

A young adult protests.

"What do you mean man? What do you mean? There ain't nothing happening."

A soldier quickly dashes over to him.

"We need full cooper-"

"This is a load of bull. Y'all are lying."

The soldier uses the butt of the rifle against the face of the man, breaking his nose and knocking him to the ground unconscious.

"GO. HOME."

As the soldier walks back towards the outside, Dominkia stops him.

"Where is your flag patch, sir?"

"...Don't worry about it."

T-62 tank, east of Corticis

A T-62 tank is in a column on a highway moving westwards towards Barkadia. It is leading, and on top of the turret is Firdeck Sonderson himself. The top hatch is open, and he's talking to the commander.

"This seems really unsafe, are you sure you want to be up there?"

"I'll be okay, I'm on a tank for Christ's sake."

"I guess...Say, what are you going to do when we get there.

"I feel like that's obvious"

"You're right..."

The conversation ends as they past the first apartment buildings on the east side of the city.

[Chirsta]

On The Outskirts of the Capital Dobar

Eryk Andrzej stood there in the streets with 1500 others in the street protesting for better pay and less taxes. Eryk was only 28 had a hard working job that barely gave him enough pay to live off of week by week. Eryk brandishing a sign he had made read “pay your people”. The military rolled up in BTR-40s to “control” the protest. Eryk stood there as he watched two dozen or so protesters roll over one of the BTRs, the crowd erupted cheering the downing of a BTR. The soldiers pulled out their AKMs and fired rubber bullets into the crowd of protesters, some soldiers fired live rounds up in the air to get the attention of the hoard of people. Eryk and his friends noticed a T-54 roll up, Eryk and 5 others started to climb up on to the T-54 and started to try to pull the hatches open. Eryk heard a gunshot go off he looked over and saw his friend lifeless bleeding all over the T-54. He felt a ripping in his lower abdomen he had been shot. He was still clutching on to life atop of the T-54 until he was shot again through the chest, the 7.62x39mm round tumbled through his chest and flung out his front and shattered on the t-54.

All people who took part in the protest were arrested and put into prison; by the end of the day 22 people had been killed.

In King Krzysiek’s Palace

King Krzysiek was surrounded by his administrators and speaking with them, an hour before the riot.

Krzysiek: How could we pay the people more money when we are barely getting by to run the nation?

Administrator: I do not know my king but we predict that there will be better paying jobs within 4 years. Maybe we could make some budget cuts in the royal army or funds that go directly to you?

Krzvsiek: Why in hell would I cut money where it matters most my royal army is already a joke compared to all our neighbors! We can barely control our own people when they get angry at us.

Administrator: I see your point, there seems to be a protest starting in the streets.

Krzvsiek: Tell my royal army to take any means necessary to keep this protest under control at all costs!

Administrator: Yes my king I will get right to that.

[Edusa]

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CONTENT:
Today I had to send a good dozen people to the slaughterhouse. I also had to shoot one who tried to escape and broke Kurt's left arm. I hate this job. I fucking hate this job but it pays well. It allows my childs to go at university but at what cost ? Every night I hear their screams. They are killed like animals and yet their only fault is to think like the traitors... It makes me sick to think that I am offering a life to Marty and Elur with the blood of these people. Sometime I wish I was like the guys working at the testing facilities, they don't give a crap about the persons they kill, they look at them like they would look at lab rats, not a single fucking feeling for them, not even for the childs they are using. I saw them operate once, I was replacing some guy that got infected because of an issue with his gas mask. They injected some kind of nerve agent in a woman. She screamedvomited all around, her face was horrible to look at and the only thing they took care of was the time she took to die. They are the monsters that we should eradicate instead of those poor dudes.

ADMIN NOTE:
Document to be sent to area manager.
Psychological analysis of personnal required.
Elimination to be considered.

[Barkadia]

September 21st, Acus

In what was Acus's mayor's office, sits the new True Pine of Barkadia, Gabriel Holub. He is an older man, with light grey hair on his head, and a few wrinkles on his face. Until the election was abruptly cancelled after Firdeck's seizure of Corticis, he was the leading candidate, and quickly assumed his position. He is speaking to a camera, and behind it stands a small camera crew in casual clothing.

"...a large minority of our armed forces has decided to become under Firdeck's control. Our proud capital is fully under control of enemy forces. I ask everyone here today, still under our control, and those already suffering under the control of Firdeck, to never lose hope. This man has tried once to take over us, and now he is again. He will lose the war, and dealt with ruthlessly. All gun owners, whether in Corticis or other places under his control, you need to rise up. Fight for your freedom which you gained from the hands of the despots beforehand. We will be victorious."

The cameraman turns the camera off. The crew is silent in packing up its equipment.

Gabriel Holub rubs his face in stress and sighs. He picks up the phone on the desk next to him to call someone.

September 22nd, Corticis

Dominika Kostrová is taking her normal walk outside near the center of Corticis. The street she walks along, filled with traffic all week long, is mostly silent, with a few slow cars moving. There are also BTRs and tanks driving on the street. A few soldiers with BR-118s are walking on the sidewalk. There is yelling in the distance. Dominika looks over.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES!"

A group of suited individuals both male and female have their hands on their heads while an officer walks around with a BP-56 in his hands. Most of them are frozen in fear or trembling.

"YOU HAVE FAILED THE BARKADIAN PEOPLE, AND LIED ABOUT THEIR FREEDOMS! THE COUNCIL IS A SHAM! THIS IS THE PRICE YOU PAY!"

The officer quickly executes the people, who are kneeling in a line. The 6th one, a large and tall man, quickly stands up and turns around. He tries to grab the pistol from the officer's hands, but there is a loud gunshot. He falls to the ground with a hole in the middle of his chest. He bleeds on the pavement. The officer quickly resumes.

"Oh my..."

The last gunshot echoes through the streets. There are 20 bodies on the ground, with all but one having bullet holes through the back of their heads. Dominika quickly resumes her walk, with an emotionless face. She gets home and cries.

Outer Corticis, September 23rd

A group of young men sit around a table in an apartment on the 23rd floor. On the table is an assortment of BR-58s, 82s, BP-56s, and an RPG-7 with 3 HEAT rounds.

"We are the veterans and the hopeful of Barkadia. Most of the city has sat in fear, afraid of reprisals, turning in their weapons. We will turn our weapons only on the traitors who occupy this city. We have served the nation, and we refuse to let others serve this dictator. Recruit others like us. Defend yourselves from whoever threatens your freedom and others. Hurry, go!"

Most grab their weapons and leave the apartment quickly. One person stays behind with the speaker.

"Marcel, what do you want to do? What are we going to do?"

"We just need to fight, Tibor. That's all that matters. We cannot wait."

"I understand, brother."

He puts his pistol in his pocket and leaves as well. Marcel sighs.

"This is the only way. This is the only way."

[The Ostreich Hospitaller Government]

Announcement from the Office of Internal Development of the Hospitaller Government in the Ostreich

Good Evening:

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Earlier today we have finally cut the red tape on our new End to End railroad initiative, which connects and develops even more of our great territory with high-speed transport with little to no cost for the average citizen. Developments like these have made the H.G.O. the best place to live in the Ostreich, and we are proud to take refugees or immigrants to help us in our struggle. Development projects like these will connect and unite people across the region and the peninsula in times of great proxy war and conflict in the area. We will also support similar projects across the former Ostreich. In the former nation, we are the first in many categories, mainly quality of life and education. These achievements did not come without cost. Thousands of Knights and volunteers from our own very Order of Serria and countless other organizations dedicated many hundreds of hours to helping this fragile region grow and prosper, and the signs are showing.

We are proud to see this region take charge and finally fix the many problems among them, and improve life for the many families that reside here. God has truly been with us on this journey, and it is not over.

[Qusmos]

National Announcement

In light of political instability in Barkadia, all flights concerning the area have been canceled. More specifically, any flights over or landing in Barkadia, including SST flights, are canceled to protect potential passengers onboard. This cancellation will be of indefinite length: once the Barkadian political crisis stabilizes itself, flights will gradually resume. Airlines have been recommended to refund the tickets of any already booked passengers or reschedule flights not landing in Barkadia. Some airlines are using this rescheduling to reroute flights around Barkadia, and certain SST routes including Corticis will now fly around Barkadian airspace instead of through it. Thank you for your time and patience in resolving this critical affair.

The Qusmosi government has not decided upon a definite course of action regarding how best to aid in the Barkadian political crisis currently in progress. The legitimacy of the post-coup government is inherently questionable but it may also be seen as mutually exclusive to the legitimacy of the pre-coup government. As such, without further deliberation, it is impossible to determine a course of action which agrees with the facts of this situation beyond humanitarian efforts. In that light, the Qusmosi government would like to offer humanitarian assistance to any civilian party requesting it, assuming that humanitarian operations personnel are provided access to Barkadia. Any hypothetical assistance is contingent upon humanitarian personnel being treated as non-combatants: any harm that comes to them would lead to a cessation of humanitarian activity in the government which committed the belligerent action. We implore both Barkadian governments to accept this request for the good of their own people, as civilians do not deserve to be harmed by political struggles orchestrated by rulers disconnected from those they rule.

[Ugetstan]

Huuilij, Uhar Autonomous Region

Arkin and his “Tiger” division waited on the outskirts of Huuilij, waiting to commit the biggest genocide of Zhioubinese history.

“Alright, boys… This is it, what we’ve waiting to do for all of our lives. Eliminate these scum from the face of our beautiful planet.”

“Strong use of words Ark.”

Arkin gave Chiang a quick death stare, but he returned to his speech.

“We will remove these infidel scum from our lands, they have been a plague for more than 1000 years. And we shall remove this burden on this holy day, the day that the Uhars are given the gift of death.”

Arkin’s soldiers all looked at him with a very surprised face, they had never seen him this worked up in his life.

“Let’s head off, it’s time for us to shine.”

“Wait, have we got all of the equipment? I’m sure we do...”

“Hideshi has the flamethrowers, Chiang you’re looking after the tank, Yuil you look after the machine guns, and I’ll watch the grenades.”

“Well that should be everything, let’s go kill some bastards.”

Arkin and his militia creeped closer to the unsuspecting residents of Huuilij, they hid in the trees and shrubs around the town, waiting to begin their ambush.

“Remember, the Zhious in the area planted bombs at some the locations in the town, so that’ll make our job 10 times easier. Remember this entire town is Uhar, so if see anyone who isn’t with us, kill them on the spot. The government is going to come and mop up our mess later. And also, try to enjoy yourselves.”

Arkin and his soldiers waited for another half hour, then they made their move. Chiang moved the tank into the small city center. He aimed the canon of the Type 63 at the Council building, he pulled the trigger. The shell flung out of the barrel, it hit the building. It left a massive crater where a Council meeting use to be. In the background, the bombs that were planted by the Zhious were exploding everywhere, creating a massive amount of collateral damage.

“That’ll show these motherfuckers. 操你媽! Take that...”
Hideshi and a few others gathered their flamethrowers, they aimed at anyone except themselves and the Tigers, they burnt buildings, women, children, mothers, fathers, they didn’t care. It was their job, the government was even paying them to do this. Half of the town was already either burning or being violently murdered. The charred bodies lay on the ground.

Yuil and his wing of soldiers set up positions in whatever buildings were left, they loaded their machine guns and opened fire on anyone who was trying to escape or was still left. A hail of 7.62 filled the bodies of whoever was left, killing almost instantly.

“Well fuck me sideways, this what we wanted, and it’s what we got. Let’s go home.”

“Ark, look what we’ve done… Ark I didn’t join you for this shit! You’re better than this!”

“YOU WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM HUH! WELL SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH BEFORE YOU BECOME A PILE OF FUCKING ASH!”

“Right, now we’re getting the fuck out of here as fast as we can, before anyone else except the govvo’s find out…”

Arkin and his men leave the town in transports provided by the PLA, they return to Zhiou and are shaded in secrecy when they arrive.

[Edusa]

IS-E1 facility aka "The slaughterhouse", Erdimendi district's mountains

"All in all it isn't that bad" thought Eder, "Food ain't that bad, guards are a bit ruthless but you get used to it, I just miss..."

He was sitting on his cell's bed when the armored door opened. Four guards entered the room and pointed their pistols at him.

"Get on your feet and hands up, move and you're dead !"

One of them got closer and ensured that he had nothing but his clothes and the explosive collar on him. He then passed handcuffs on his wrists.

"Follow us kiddo and no stupid move."

In the long corridor carved into the mountain's rock and lightened by some spotlights, Eder heard one of the guards mumbling:

"A fucking kid, what the hell am I doing..."

They kept walking in the dark gallery for a few minutes when the kid heard the guard again:

"Fuck it..."

The typical sound of a suppressed shot broke the silence of the old mine. A guard fell down screaming in front of him.

"Run kid !"

He couldn't. In front of him the shot down soldier was screaming in pain, blood flowing out of his wounds. His legs were stuck in the ground as bullets flew by him. He saw the traitor firing at the other guards desperatly trying to find cover. Suddenly blood flew away from his torso, splattering Elur's face. As the wannabe savior fell down on his knees, the kid saw another soldier behind him holding a submachinegun. He walked beside the traitor weakly trying to crawl toward the kid and unloaded his gun in his head. More guards arrived on the scene, they carried away their wounded comrade and the body of the traitor as one of them walked towards Elur and sarcasticly said:

"Good kid."

Two other soldiers walked towards him and took his arms.

"Let's go."

It was like a dark dream. Elur barrely walked, sustained by the two guards. The finally arrived after what seemed to be hours. In front of them was a small structure established in a large chamber where some old mining instruments could be seen pilled in a corner. They entered a room flooded by white light and attached the kid on a chair face towards the light forcing him to close his eyes. He felt something around his left arm.

"Garrotte is in place."

His heart was racing. He heard some stories from the other prisonners about this place.

"We can see the veins, syringe's ready."

He was scarred, tried to move, do anything to escape the white light burning his eyes under his eyelids but he was too tightly tied.

"Here we go. Have a good night kid."

He screamed as he felt the sting of the syringe on his arm.

"Help ! Help ! Dad ! Mom ! Help ! Dad ! Help..."

He couldn't speak anymore, his head was feeling heavy, he couldn't move his tong in his mouth. An horrible burning sensation flowed through his body as his muscles contracted in one last spasm and suddenly the burning white light turned into darkness.

"Have a good night kid..."

[Edusa]

Peragenor, a small 4 stories building on Ekaina boulevard

Marko came back home after a hard day of work. On his way to his appartment he noticed his neighbours watching him strangely. In front of his door, on the second floor he noticed something weird with the lock of his door. His key went in it way more easily than usually. When he pushed the door he immediatly noticed the chaos in the living room: papers scattered all around, computer's tower opened, furniture turned over... The automatic spring closed the door behind him made him blench. Marko turned on the light and rushed towards his desk. The locked drawer was opened and all the papers inside simply not here.
The door opened behind him. He heard his wife scream and his daughter starting to cry in his back.

"What the hell happened here !?"
"I don't..."

He stopped. He turned to face his wife. A man in a black uniform, kevlar vest and mask was holding them at gun point. Two other masked guys entered the appartment.

"Hands up commie scum !"

Apparently he wasn't quick enough to react as he felt a nightstick hitting the back of his knees making him fall down. One of the intruder took a small paper from his pocket and put it in front of his eyes. His socialist party member card dating from before the revolution.

"Got anything to say ?"

"I'm... I'm not with them I swear..."

"That's not what those papers say. And that's not what the guy hidding in the kitchen said either. Did you know that hosting an ex-ESR member is strictly forbidden ?"

The door of the kitchen broke open and a man fell on the living room's floor.

"Mikel Lapurdi, convicted for the assassination of three citizens during public execution during the ESR days. You're in deep shit comrade."

The nightstick violently struck his head and the last thing he heard was his daughter screaming.

[Barkadia]

BARKADIAN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Our sudden political instability has been known to the world since the day it has happened. Corticis and the surrounding area, along with a few military establishments across the country, have fallen under Firdeck's control. A large part of our population is now no longer under our control. We believe upwards of 75,000 soldiers have sided with Firdeck, along with small parts of the Air Force and the Navy. Our nation has split in two over the issue, and who's legitimate. The government in Acus is the one that should be considered the real government of Barkadia. The military rule under Firdeck is nothing more than a desperate grasp for power, which has failed. Our people, though confused, are ready to fight for democracy and freedom within Barkadia. We expect anyone willing to not hesitate. Form your own militias and paramilitary forces. You have the full backing of the government. As of today, most of the troops in the interior that have remained loyal, along with volunteers and a part of the air force has been ordered to take positions outside of the city, near their advancing forces. We will begin to engage as soon as possible. We would like to reach out to our allies across the globe, and we plead for their help. This nation relies on you for survival, and we need you to aid us in our darkest hour. We would also like to reach out to the CDN. If they see themselves as protectors of democracy around the world, they will help us. We are one of the freest nations in the north, and aid from any of their nations would prove their benevolent claims to be true. This is all for now. Fight on Barkadia.

True Pine's Office, Acus

Gabriel Holub is calling someone on the phone. His face displays mild frustration. His voice is slightly louder.

"What the hell do you mean they aren't there?!"

"It's not like they disap-"

"Well, where are they then?"

"We don't know, sir."

"Find them, or you are really screwed, buddy."

"Yes, sir."

Gabriel slams the handset on to the phone. He huffs and leans back in his seat. He picks up the phone again and calls someone else.

"I need General Rybár."