Diplomatic Meeting (MT CLOSED IC)

[Santa Regada]

Casa de Saravia
Calablanca, Santa Regada

The Palacio de Saravia (Palace of Saravia) or Casa de Saravia (House of Nariño) served as the official home and principal workplace of the President of Santa Regada. It housed the main office of the executive branch and was located in the capital city of Calablanca. It was dedicated in 1908 after being constructed on the site of the house where Antonio Nariño was born. The design was made by renound architects Gabriel Lelarge, a French-born former pupil of Venegas de la Cruz, and Lautaro Berrocal. In 1980, the structure was rededicated after renovations and the construction of additions. The building also houses works of art and furnishings from various Spaniards and Regadans from different periods of the history of art. Its garden houses the famed Observatorio Astronómico de Calablanca, designed by the Capuchin friar-architect Damián de Azpetia and built in 1802-03. Located on the north side of the palace, is the Plaza de Armas (Parade Square), a place where foreign guests are received with military honours. On the north side of this square lay two sculptures: A replica of the pre-Columbian anthropomorphic stone sculpture called "El dios de la muerte" (the God of Death), whose original can be found in the San Antonio Archaeological Park, and also, a sculpture by Isaías Semprún in 1979 titled "Vigilantes", composed of 10 red bent aluminum plates and is dedicated to love and feelings. On the west side of the square lays a fountain and a large flagpole. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold. The Casa de Saravia is guarded by the National Army of Santa Regada's 37th Infantry Presidential Guard Battalion also known as the Presidential Guard Battalion, created by the presidential decree of September 7, 1927. The battalion is part of the Army's 5th Division, and is composed of 1,400 people including 66 civilian personnel.

Today, the Casa de Saravia had been prepared for an official state visit from the nation of Jajeog and others.

[Jajeog]

CHǑLRYǑNG // The People's Federation of Free Maritime Communes (자적)

"시간 내 어때?" (How are we doing on time?) questioned Yun Suwon, the Revolutionary Director of the Black Guards and by extension the spokesman for the entire People's Federation of Maritime Communes.

"우리는 공항에 다가 가고 있습니다." (We are approaching the airport, Comrade-Director.) responded the driver, wearing well-ironed and seasoned military fatigues standard of the Black Guards.

The creaky, old GAZ-69 light truck skid over the bumpy and wet seaside roads leading to Cholryong's main aerodrome, just north of the town. Suwon fiddled with his hands while staring out of the window, enjoying the natural beauty of the rainforests that surrounded the de-facto capital of the People's Federation. As the radio blared pro-People's Federation songs and reports from the frontlines, the vehicle skipped along while its occupants awaited their arrival to the aerodrome.

[Santa Regada]

Casa de Saravia
Calablanca, Santa Regada

There was a loud knock on the door of the Presidential Suite as the presidents alarm went off simultaneously. "Hijo de puta." (Son of a bitch.) he mumbled as he stumbled out of bed and onto his feet, turning off the alarm and trudging towards the closet to put on his finest suit. There would be time for breakfast later as the high profile visit trumped all matters. With presidential elections being held in 2019, ending this year with a positive by getting some deals out of this meeting would be a good way to end the year for Mauricio Freixa. As he put on his suit, there was another loud knock. "Sí, puedes entrar ahora." (Yes, you can enter now.) he said after yawning. The door opened and a young, smartly dressed intern entered the suite. He was evidently nervous as he stood in-front of the president but composed himself and spoke with a stern manner. "Señor Presidente, la visita diplomática comenzará pronto." (Mr. President, the diplomatic visit will begin soon.) he said. President Freixa responed with "Soy consciente, pero ¿están todos listos?" (I am aware, but are you all ready?). "Sí." (Yes.) said the intern. "Excelente entonces." (Excellent then.) replied the president.

[Jajeog]

CHǑLRYǑNG // The People's Federation of Free Maritime Communes (자적)

The GAZ-69 light truck pulled into the Cholryong People’s Aerodrome, where a score of Black Guards and diplomatic personnel were already awaiting the arrival of the Director of the Black Guards. The men quickly opened the door for their de-facto leader and walked him through the small terminal building towards the runway.

”당신의 비행기가 기다리고 있습니다, 동지.” (Your plane awaits, comrade.) said one of the technical officers at the aerodrome.

The officers led their commander towards the runway, taking a small golf-cart towards the awaiting aircraft, the luggage in tow.

[Santa Regada]

Casa de Saravia
Calablanca, Santa Regada

President Freixa and the intern exited the room and began to walk through a vast hallway filled with wonderful works of arts on the wall, painted by Spanish colonial settlers and the Regadans that emerged. They turend and headed down a flight of stairs. “This is an important meeting you know. Well, for me at least.” said President Freixa as he rubbed his eyes. The intern simply nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Any idea when they will arrive?” Freixa asked. “In a few hours, Mr. President.”

[Top General]

Above Santa Regada

Several kilometres above Santa Regada, a plane of unimaginable size was casting an inescapable shadow. Its fuselage was dazzlingly light, presumably as a counter measure against blinding nuclear explosions, with vast wings that had a span of at least three hundred metres, if not closer to four hundred. It was powered by four absolutely ginormous turbofan engines that were fixed to the back of the plane. It was powered a series of highly specialised nuclear reactors, for only the near limitless power of fission could provide enough electricity to simultaneously power the aircraft's propulsion and the countless systems on board; personal quarters, a clinic, battle information and weapon systems, among other things. Any bird that was unfortunate enough to come in contact with this behemoth was obliterated as it bulldozed its way through the skies above, sending dogs and cats alike into panicked frenzies below as everything suddenly went dark. The plane was now beginning to make its descent as it reached its destination; the city of Calablanca in the island nation of Santa Regada. Apparently, there were rumours of an international summit of world leaders at this place, and the commander of this monstrous beast had radioed interest in attending.

The Top General awoke from his long slumber, stretching his arms outwards and letting out an unearthly loud groan. The life story of this man was really not important, if not mysterious. He was born long ago in a certain country, proved himself as an exemplary military tactician and strategist, aiding and abetting hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dictators and conquerors the world over. How he exactly came to acquire this majestic aircraft was totally unknown, for it was unlike anything that had flown before. He used this plane to travel the world, from country to country, searching for something. What that exactly was was unknown, even to his crew. Nevertheless, they saw something in him, hailing from all nations, religions and creeds, that this man was going to lead the world into a brighter future. He smacked his lips and looked around his bed set. Slowly, the Top General pulled himself out of bed and sauntered over to his grand closet, pulling out one of over a hundred identical military uniforms that were neatly stored inside. He put on a fresh pair of underwear and socks then carefully put on the uniform. The Top General was ready to seize the day.

Soldiers saluted the Top General as he brushed past them in the corridors of the aircraft. His crew numbered over eight hundred, picked from some of the best militaries from all over the world. They were totally loyal, ready to lay down their lives for him if it was necessary. The Top General was a towering figure, standing at six foot nine and with broad, muscular shoulders, easily surpassing the physical strength of any other person on the plane. Metal plates clanked and wheezed as progressed, making his way to the central cockpit of the aircraft to oversea the grand descent for himself. One could easily forget that they were in a plane, for the interior of this vast construction bore more of a resemblance to that of a fully fledged aircraft carrier. In fact, it was even a good bit bigger then some carriers.

The buildings of the city were clearly in sight from the cockpit, the pilots guiding the plane so that it would make its grand entrance. There was the sound of confused radio chatter from air traffic control as they struggled to come to terms with the size of the unstoppable monster that was approaching the runway. The Top General emerged onto the 'command centre', gleefully examining the sight before him and laughing at the reactions of the controllers on the ground. "Pilots! Report!" he roared, chuckling with laughter. "Thirty kilometres out sir! We're almost there, but there's no way that runway will fit the aircraft. We could do some serious damage." the pilot chirped, as if this was something to be expected. "It does not matter!" the Top General bellowed, "We will land the aircraft where we want. Nothing will stop us." As with all landings, this would have to be carefully calculated. A massive plane like this required a long runway, and even a slight error could send them tumbling into an airport terminal, killing thousands.

The entire air frame of the plane was rattled as it passed through an area of turbulence, but this did not stop the descent. They could see as they got closer that emergency vehicles were preemptively responding to their arrival. The voices of air traffic control were now getting more frantic. Without warning, the Top General pushed the pilot aside and took control of the aircraft himself, turning off air traffic control completely. Deploying the landing gears, the plane let off a roar unlike anything that had been heard in San Regada and zoomed down the runway, obliterating lights, radars and vehicles as its vast wings swept them away. The plane came to a final stop just a few meters away from one of the main passenger terminals. "A pity we didn't accelerate a bit more!" the Top General shouted jokingly, igniting fits of laughter from many of his crew. They were finely in San Regada.

[Santa Regada]

Casa de Saravia
Calablanca, Santa Regada

As President Freixa headed down the final flight of stairs alongside the intern and walked through yet another hallway, he took his time to admire the works of art on the wall. Then, he was disturbed by another smartly dressed gentleman - this time he wore glasses and was much more composed compared to the initially nervy intern. “Mr President, an usually large plane has caused... quite a mess at the airport.” he said with a neutral yet alarmed tone. “A mess big enough that it warrants something from me?” Freixa replied, perplexed. “Well it took out several vehicles, is blocking the runway, and most importantly, it also took out several radars meaning we have to divert planes. Calablanca ACC handed all airspace management in the Capital FIR to the military, who have requested that you activate EMERCOM and transfer the duties to them. Having to divert planes away from not only our capitals principal airport, but the busiest airport in the country... will be distruptive.” President Freixa sighed. “I can’t ever catch a break. Alright. Tell EMERCOM to do what they have to.” The man nodded and quickly walked away as he barked instructions as his colleagues. Freixa used this as a chance to get rid of the intern, telling him to follow the man for ‘work experience’ and went back to admiring the works of art on the wall.

[Queshestan]

An aircraft owned by the great nation of Queshestan passed by Casa de Saravia.

"Very cool!" The pilot said.

"Yes." The passenger replied.

The passenger grabbed a parachute and jumped out from the plane. It also turns out the passenger is an ambassador of Queshestan to San Regada, handpicked by the Caliph himself.

[Top General]

Calablanca, Santa Regada

As the dust settled around the plane, the Top General began to walk down the stairs. Vehicles and debris were scattered like dolls across the airport, with the whine of sirens audible in the distance. His long cape flowing behind him,the Top General put one foot forward and took his first few steps in Santa Regada. For good measure, he posed, showing up his muscular physique to traumatised airport personnel who were helping their injured colleagues up. "Bow before me, the Top General!" he roared, chuckling manically. He looked around a bit, trying to figure out how he would get to this summit. Though the plane had its own jet fighters, they could only be practically launched when it was flying. There were a few other, smaller planes located around the terminal. Without hesitation, the Top General set his eye on a Boeing 747 aircraft ahead of him and began walking over, pushing past the ground crew that were trying to stop him. He vaulted over a railing and onto the boarding stairs of the 747, racing up the steps and banging on the door that led into the aircraft.

"This plane is fucking mine!" he yelled, effortlessly tearing the door from its hinging and flinging it through a window in the terminal building. "Get out of my way lady!" he ordered as he shoved a shocked air stewardess away, "I'm taking control!" The Top General ripped the terrorist-proof cockpit door and and easily tossed the pilot and co-pilot out of the aircraft. He looked around, examining the controls which were a good bit different to his own plane, but he would just have to learn as he went along. The Top General grabbed an oxygen mask, strapped himself in and began to taxi the plane away from the terminal, bolting down the main runway at top speed without any communications from air traffic control and with no regard for the fact that the plane's door was gone. Roaring into the skies again, the passengers were tossed around like skittles. His destination was Casa de Saravia, in the middle of Casablanca.

Once they were over the city, the Top General unstrapped himself and put on a parachute, shouting "Bye fuckers!" as he sailed down to Casa de Saravia and the pilotless 747 went tumbling into a forest, killing hundreds of people.

[Fuakea]

MAKATEA, Democratic Republic of Fuakea
9:42 AM, 29°C, (Sunny)

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'His Excellency' Solomon Toafa sat in his reclined beach chair near the crystal-clear waters next to Fuakea's capital, Makatea's, beach. The sounds of the waves crashing against the edge of the water almost drowned out the sound of gunfire- probably some local triggermen firing into the air after getting a little bit too high on the cannabis which was meant to be exported.

The insular druglord sipped his Blue Lagoon cocktail from the straw- enjoying the burst of flavor from the two parts of vodka and a part of curaçao while the ice certainly helped to refresh on a warm Friday morning.

Solomon toyed with his gold-plated golden Desert Eagle pistol, swinging it around slightly before placing it on the table beside him. He took a step forwards, the warm sand pleasantly pushed through the gaps of his toes. It was a perfect morning, until of course a white Jeep with a police siren shoddily taped on top appeared on the dirt road beside the water.

The driver- a dark-skinned man in his forties with a bolt-action rifle slung around his body which was covered only by a pair of trousers popped by. The driver waved to him, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Uso e, o lou taʻitaʻitama na 'auina mai au e piki oe, fai mai o loʻo e manaʻomia vave i le malae vaalele!" (Brother, your lieutenant sent me to pick you up, he says you are urgently needed at the airfield!) said the driver, taking a whiff of marijuana from his bong which was placed in the passenger seat.

"Taimi nei? Ou te tauto o le a ou fasiotia lena teine ​​pe a ou vaai ia te ia, pe faapefea ona ia faalavelave i loʻu taeao." (Right now? I swear that I will kill that girl when I see her, how dare she disturb my morning.) he shot back.

Taking a last gulp of his alcoholic beverage, he jumped onboard the jeep which creaked its way to the island's sole airfield, located at the other side of town.

[Siamese realm]

Meanwhile in the Kingdom of Siam

Great is the kingdom of Siam, also known as Thailand and so is their king, Ae Sutsakorn I, the one true king of the Siamese throne. He was a great king. So great that he couldn't walk on his two feet but instead had to be hauled on a motorized pushcart in order to moved around. In his veins flows the great blood of nobility and it was full of cholesterol. Thailand was silent. Thailand was boring and the king wanted food. The food of Thailand was inferior. Panda express, the only good restaurant in the kingdom was a shithole. The king had the restaurant quickly seized as soon as it opened and turned it into a torture center. The employees were arrested, cut open and their gonads were sold to the black market.

The king wanted to check the state of the world affairs. The king blinked a few times then the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. Afterwards he went on the radio and addressed the people of Thailand: "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Suspendisse convallis dolor rhoncus blandit porttitor. Phasellus sollicitudin diam vehicula, porta nisi ac, placerat nunc. Phasellus ipsum massa, molestie a sapien in, pellentesque fermentum lacus. Sed porttitor nunc sit amet egestas suscipit. Nam ornare eros laoreet vestibulum finibus. Nullam interdum neque id sagittis venenatis. Donec at arcu a ligula molestie maximus in nec est. Integer non nunc diam. Etiam id feugiat tortor, ut pulvinar erat. Nulla dolor felis, finibus eu odio vel, condimentum lacinia tellus."

Then afterwards, the big brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. It was time to show the rest of the world that Thailand's king was great. The king wanted good food and so he went to San Regada.

He grabbed the phone and phoned the government of the aforementioned nation. "Hello?" He said, moaning.

[Fuakea]

MAKATEA, Democratic Republic of Fuakea
10:04 AM, 29°C, (Sunny)

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After a roughly ten minute drive through the town, passing by drunken militiamen, bored townsfolk, children playing football and waving to scantily-clad women at the cannabis plantations, the jeep finally arrived at Makatea's President Solomon International Airport, which despite the rather sublime name was just a dirt airfield with a broken hangar and a wooden air traffic control tower. Despite the island's natural beauty, the country's reputation as being ruled by a tinpot dictator-cum-druglord meant that the airport was used basically only for trafficking drugs and exporting cannabis.

As the jeep drove beside the runway towards the hangar, a small yellow-and-black aircraft of Sunshine Airlines made a landing at the airstrip, landing in the middle of the runway and taxiing again as if to prepare for takeoff. Sunshine Airlines was Fuakea's flag-carrier airline which has existed even before Solomon's coup, although now its single aircraft was used for transporting drugs and ferrying the odd tourist or 'businessman' from Tanoa in the Horizon Islands to Fuakea.

In the hangar was a woman dressed only in a bikini and a sun-hat who waved at Solomon and his driver as they stopped. Lieutenant Moana Sakaio- Solomon's mistress and Lieutenant.

"Ana faʻapea e te le manaia, semanu ou te fasiotia oe mo le faalavelaveina o loʻu taeao." (If you weren't so pretty, I'd have killed you for interrupting my morning.) said Solomon jokingly.

"O le a matou o atu i Santa Regada, i le taimi nei. O loʻo latou faia se fonotaga faʻava-o-malo lea e ono mafai ona tatou maua ai se tamaoaiga tau tamaoaiga. O na tagata Amerika i Saute e mautinoa o le a fiafia ia tatou mariuana." (We will be going to Santa Regada, right now. They are holding a national conference that can lead us to a wealth of economic wealth. Those South Americans are sure we will enjoy our marijuana.) replied the beautiful woman, adjusting her hat.

Solomon burst into laughter for a moment until he realized she wasn't joking. The next thing he knew, the two of them along with three militiamen as bodyguards were sitting beside a Fijian tourist and several pounds of weed onboard a Sunshine Airlines flight bound for Tanoa where a charted jet would be awaiting to bring them to Casablanca, in Santa Regada.

Solomon was thouroughly unprepared for the whole thing- Moana had already packed luggage and arranged for everything, but did not mention anything to Solomon prior to today due to his paranoia to travel overseas in fear of being arrested. For him, it surely would be a long day.

[Siamese realm]

Meanwhile somewhere in Thailand

The Free Cities of Thailand were always generous with the horselords of Thailand. “It is not that we fear these barbarians,” Krab Illyrio, a Thai man, would explain with a smile. “The Lord of Light of Thailand would hold our city walls against a million Burmese Dothraki, or so the red priests promise . . . yet why take chances, when their friendship comes so cheap?”

P' Can noticed that her brother’s hand was clenched tightly around the hilt of his borrowed sword. He looked almost as frightened as she felt.

The air was heavy with the scent of spices, pinchfire and sweet lemon and cinnamon. They were escorted across the entry hall, where a mosaic of colored glass depicted the Doom of Cambodia. Oil burned in black iron lanterns all along the walls. Beneath an arch of twining stone leaves, a eunuch sang their coming. “Viserys of the House of Thailand, the Third of his Name,” he called in a high, sweet voice, “King of Thailand and the Burmese and the First Khmers, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm of Thailand. His sister, P'Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone of Thailand. His honorable host, Illyrio Mopatis of Thailand, Magister of the Free City of Thailand.”

They stepped past the eunuch into a pillared courtyard overgrown in pale ivy. Moonlight painted the leaves in shades of bone and silver as the guests drifted among them. Many wereBurmese horselords of Thailand, big men with red-brown skin, their drooping mustachios bound in metal rings, their black hair oiled and braided and hung with bells. Yet among them moved bravos and sellswords from Pentos of Thailand and Myr of Thailand and Tyrosh of Thailand, a red priest even fatter than Illyrio, hairy men from the Port of Ibben, and lords from the Summer Isles with skin as black as ebony. Daenerys of Thailand looked at them all in wonder . . . and realized, with a sudden start of fear, that she was the only woman there.

Krab Illyrio whispered to them. “Those are Drogo’s bloodriders of Thailand. Over there, sweet princess,” the magister whispered as he placed a moist hand on her bare shoulder, “there is the khal himself.”

P'Can wanted to run and hide, but her brother was looking at her, and if she displeased him she knew she would wake the dragon. Anxiously, she turned and looked at the man Viserys of Thailand hoped would ask to wed her before the night was done.

[Queshestan]

The ambassador of Queshestan has jumped from his aircraft therefore before he reaches the ground, Queshestani physicists must calculate several factors that affected the jump in order to headstart the Physician revolution of Queshestan. This means that Physics will officially become an academic program in the Islamic University of Queshestan.

The terminal velocity of a falling body occurs during free fall when the force due to gravity is exactly balanced by the force due to air resistance, such that the body experiences zero acceleration. The formula for terminal velocity (where buoyancy in air is negligible) is given by the thrust.



m is the mass of the falling object
g is the acceleration due to gravity (9.8 m/s2)
Cd is the drag coefficient (~0.7 for head down position, ~1 for belly-to-earth position)
ρ is the density of the fluid through which the object is falling (1,23 kg/m3 for air at sea level, and ~0.99 kg/m3 at the middle of the measurement zone (2200m)
A is the projected area of the object, or area cross-section (~0.18 m2 for head down position, ~0.7 for belly-to-earth position)
So, for a human in belly-to-earth position (A = 0.7 m2, m = 90 kg, Cd = 1) this gives 50.6 m/s, about the terminal velocity of the ambassador of 55 m/s.

The ambassador cannot increase their mass easily enough to significantly increase terminal velocity, and the skydiver's area cross-section is limited by their Ghutra and Egal and shoulders in a head-down dive position. The most significant difference comes from the Ambassador reducing their coefficient of friction. The head-down body position has to be carefully managed to be as streamlined as possible, while special helmets and slick body suits reduce skin friction, which is a function of surface area and texture. The shape and rigidity of the suits also have to be designed to minimize the coefficient of drag. Finally, the ambassador must reach their maximum speed at as high an altitude as possible so that the density of air is at a minimum.

[Top General]

Calablanca, Santa Regada

The Boeing 747 disappeared into the forest, exploding into a massive fireball and killing everyone instantly. The Top General continued his descent into Casa de Saravia. With the the full force of his weight, he crashed through a window and landed in a sophisticated-looking hallway. What remained of the parachute covered him as he lay on the floor. Suddenly, he jumped up and ripped the piece of cloth in two. The Top General examined his surroundings cautiously, jumping when he saw that that there were also other people in the room with him. "Who are you?!" he shouted, demanding they give him an answer. The Top General held his right fist in his other hand and got himself ready to leap into action once more.

[Santa Regada]

Calablanca, Santa Regada

The Boeing 747 disappeared into the forest, exploding into a massive fireball and killing everyone instantly. The Top General continued his descent into Casa de Saravia. With the the full force of his weight, he crashed through a window and landed in a sophisticated-looking hallway. What remained of the parachute covered him as he lay on the floor. Suddenly, he jumped up and ripped the piece of cloth in two. The Top General examined his surroundings cautiously, jumping when he saw that that there were also other people in the room with him. "Who are you?!" he shouted, demanding they give him an answer. The Top General held his right fist in his other hand and got himself ready to leap into action once more.

OOC: Sorry for my absense.

People looked up, confused as to what just happened. "And who are you?" said one of the men in the room.

[Southern Brussen]

When Kaiserine Mia von Müller the second heard about the situation as Santa Reagada she wasn't pleased. While only twenty years old, she knew very well about the possible geopolitical problems this may bring. A task force of two hyper-carriers and six escort battleships under the command of Großadmiral Adolf Donnitz. This fleet would also carry a panzer battlegroup commanded by Kaiserine herself (she recently graduated the military academy as a top student in the entire history). It is a mere fraction of the Kaiserführerreich's military but it should be a good presentation for the summit. Before her majesty embarked on the expedition, she held a public speech.

"Nobles and commoners (the Kaiserführerreich had a socially progressive version of Feudalism), we are embarking on a crusade. This time it will be a righteous crusade, not like old false crusades done by templars and other bad Christians. This is a pragmatic, non-denominational crusade against the objectively immoral and evil... stuff. We are embarking on a summit of the brightest leaders in Santa Reagada, we shall propose this fair nation to become a Paternal Undisputed Peripheral Enclaved Territory of the Kaiserführerreich. If they refuse we will have to force them to join our great commonwealth. I mean no righteous and moral leader would refuse our proposal. So if they refuse it means Santa Reagada is corrupt and we have to intervene. Mind you, it wouldn't have been an imperialistic invasion, that would be bad. It would be a liberal intervention to free their people, which is good.

All Hei- Hail the Kaiserführerreich of Southern Brussen!"

[Santa Regada]

When Kaiserine Mia von Müller the second heard about the situation as Santa Reagada she wasn't pleased. While only twenty years old, she knew very well about the possible geopolitical problems this may bring. A task force of two hyper-carriers and six escort battleships under the command of Großadmiral Adolf Donnitz. This fleet would also carry a panzer battlegroup commanded by Kaiserine herself (she recently graduated the military academy as a top student in the entire history). It is a mere fraction of the Kaiserführerreich's military but it should be a good presentation for the summit. Before her majesty embarked on the expedition, she held a public speech.

"Nobles and commoners (the Kaiserführerreich had a socially progressive version of Feudalism), we are embarking on a crusade. This time it will be a righteous crusade, not like old false crusades done by templars and other bad Christians. This is a pragmatic, non-denominational crusade against the objectively immoral and evil... stuff. We are embarking on a summit of the brightest leaders in Santa Reagada, we shall propose this fair nation to become a Paternal Undisputed Peripheral Enclaved Territory of the Kaiserführerreich. If they refuse we will have to force them to join our great commonwealth. I mean no righteous and moral leader would refuse our proposal. So if they refuse it means Santa Reagada is corrupt and we have to intervene. Mind you, it wouldn't have been an imperialistic invasion, that would be bad. It would be a liberal intervention to free their people, which is good.

All Hei- Hail the Kaiserführerreich of Southern Brussen!"

Eighty nuclear-tipped stealth anti-ship ballistic missiles slam into the fleet, supported by forty air-launched nuclear torpedoes. As if this isn't enough, twenty long range maritime strike aircraft laugh a salvo of forty air-launched stealth cruise missiles against the fleet and sixteen submarines launch a combined total of 2,432 cruise missiles at the fleet. All are ready for a second strike.

[Southern Brussen]

Kaiserine fancied explosions in the far away. The San Reagada attacked their decoy fleet made by de-commissioned hyper-carriers and escort battleship. After all, the real fleet was equipped with the top stealth equipment. The kaiserine gave an order and multiple wings of JU-3000 Stuka stealth tactical bombers and BF-1090 stealth fighters began their sortie against not so fair nation of Santa Reagada.

[Santa Regada]

Kaiserine fancied explosions in the far away. The San Reagada attacked their decoy fleet made by de-commissioned hyper-carriers and escort battleship. After all, the real fleet was equipped with the top stealth equipment. The kaiserine gave an order and multiple wings of JU-3000 Stuka stealth tactical bombers and BF-1090 stealth fighters began their sortie against not so fair nation of Santa Reagada.

All the planes are shot down by an impenetrable air defence shield of 2,000 S-400's.

[Southern Brussen]

"Dammit!" cursed the Kaiserine. Thousands of good Brussenian pilots were shot down, even her only love, Prince Julius. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She then looked at her XO, Generalfeldmarschall Frederick the Tenth.

"Send the deathguards."

The deathguards were the best division of the entire Brussenwehr. Known for wearing gas masks 24/7 and for being the army's largest consumer of oxygen tanks. They were sent out in thousands of mini-subs against the Santa Reagada.

[Santa Regada]

"Dammit!" cursed the Kaiserine. Thousands of good Brussenian pilots were shot down, even her only love, Prince Julius. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She then looked at her XO, Generalfeldmarschall Frederick the Tenth.

"Send the deathguards."

The deathguards were the best division of the entire Brussenwehr. Known for wearing gas masks 24/7 and for being the army's largest consumer of oxygen tanks. They were sent out in thousands of mini-subs against the Santa Reagada.

In response to this, the oceans surrounding Santa Regada are drained using very very big industrial drainage systems and are stored in underground reservoirs or just fuelled to Africa so they stop complaining about droughts. Now that the submarines are stuck on the bottom of what was the ocean bed, they are set upon by nuclear carpet bombing and ballistic missiles.

[Southern Brussen]

Deathguards crawl out of the submarines ready to fight. Thanks to their great training and precision, they shot down all missiles using their Mauser 2000 automatic battle rifles.

[Santa Regada]

Deathguards crawl out of the submarines ready to fight. Thanks to their great training and precision, they shot down all missiles using their Mauser 2000 automatic battle rifles.

Since they didn't shoot down the bombs, they are all killed via nuclear carpet bombing.

[Southern Brussen]

Fortunately, just as the bombers are ready to drop their nuclear bombs, Prince Julius shows up. Kaiserine brightens, "So he didn't die!"

Being the ace he is, Julius shots down all the bombers before they even have time to locate their targets.