Coronation of Suleiman(IC/Post-MT)

[The Selkie]

Summer Palace Grand Hall
Suleiman

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The Persian man would bow in kind. “I am afraid I am no Sultan.” he would admit. “At least, not yet. I am a military man for the most part, and occasional cabinet minister whenever the Sisterly Leader deems to assemble such. You need not break the bank over myself.” In all honesty, the young Khan would prefer an informal gathering of plain and honest folk than all the courts in Saranidia. He was a cowherd, and still viewed himself as such, just in a fancier outfit. There he saw the Munkcestrians. The ambassadors would no doubt notice, or possibly sympathize with the slight change and forcing of a smile. These were not people Suleiman held in high esteem.

The Munkcestrians were notorious womanizers, and the Lord-President appeared to utilize his “good ally of Saranidia” status to apparently boss guests around. While not exactly a man known for politics or conversation, Suleiman would utilize both his own status, and his charisma with the other dignitaries to ensure that Lord-President Fetwick would be polite. “Lord President Fetwick…” Suelieman began, “I do believe that is the President of Arumdaum, Kim Jae-gyeong, who if nothing else is complementing the chefs.” he would gesture for the Arumdaun President to join the other foreign diplomats and dignitaries. “There is a side of the table reserved for diplomats, of course, that is where you all will be seated.” he would explain politely. “Do not worry, Lord-President Fetwick, I will be discussing the finer details of politics with you and the cabinet after the celebration.” The Persian commander would then lean in, after ensuring his hand was shaken politely by the Munkcestrian leader. “Ensure both you and your son behave appropriately.” Concluding with a beaming grin. “Now, on the subject of food and festivities itself... “ he would shepard the dignitaries to their place in the feast, and where by request, Suleiman would be nearby. “One thing I have come to appreciate in Cuan is a good breakfast. Both the food, the atmosphere, and the company would be sadly absent in a formal affair. I do not, of course mean to belittle any of you, I just simply came up as a cowherd from Dagestan Danceria to...well, this.”

Indeed, while Suleiman wasn’t technically the heir, he wouldn’t waste an opportunity to cement his own political clout on ability rather than status. Plus, social theory was such a fun thing to practice!

Summer Palace
Silently, the men of Unit 777 took their places. Some took position on the roof, others at the entrances, still others at the helipad, and some changed into formal uniforms and took their positions along the hall.
All of them were mostly ignorant of the politics surrounding what 'Big Boss', as they called Suleiman, was doing-but they did know that whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for Saranidia.

And they were all fine with it.

Each and every man had a bone to pick with their country, whether it was suspicion over how often White Nationalists appeared to pop up, or the loss of family/friends. In the case of two of the most high-ranking officers, though, it was much simpler than that.
Put simply, both were Prussian-Poles. And if Saranidia had the hubris to fight the Twin Eagles of Prussia and Poland, who were they to deny?

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Marie, now in a formal dress uniform, took up her position besides the large double-doors. She groused about the skirt-damned thing was too short for her liking, and God help her if a strong wind came by that open window...but at least the white sash across her chest looked nice, though, and the M1903 Springfield slung over her back even came with a M1905 bayonet and scabbard.
Of course, she wasn't alone-the hall was lined with her comrades, dressed in uniforms evocative of those worn by the Great Powers prior to the First World War, and armed mostly with bolt-actions and bayonets. Then there was the group on the roof, led by the other Prussian-Pole, Stanislaus Zulinski(or Abu al-Fasiq, if you were south of the Med), armed with modern equipment(including anti-material rifles and surface-to-air missiles), and the reserve-again, armed with modern equipment and vehicles...although getting a BMP-2 to fit in the hall might be a little difficult.

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
We did sympathise with Suleiman, mainly because the reputation of the Munkcestrians was preceding them far and wide. While this was the first time, during which we saw Fenwick and his groinspawn in action, the actions of the Munkcestrian Republic, the nation they represented, made it quite clear, that they weren't a bunch of people, which we wanted more to do with then strictly necessary.
And, to be honest, I pitied the Saradinian girl, who was talking with Fenwick-II.
Regardless, when Suleiman indicated to our places at the feast, we happily obliged, especially when he told of the lesson her learned in Lovely Cuan, was, that a good breakfast was something very good.
"Indeed, a good breakfast is a good foundation for the day!", Mairin said with smile as she sat down, "For us, that usually means a heavy breakfast, though, a good amount of energy for a hard day at work!"
Indeed, be it cowherding or office work, a good breakfast was key.
While we took our seats, I saw another bunch of soldiers enter the room, in more formal uniforms, which did not really concern us as they took their positions in the hall - additional security was always good in a country as unstable as Saranidia.
One of the guards by the door was a girl with a rather large rifle slung over her back. I threw her a smile and awaited, what the future had in store.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Summer Palace, Foyer

As the trio, Nasrin flanked by her pair of dressed-for-“business” bodyguards, made their way towards the main venue, they observed their unfamiliar surroundings with curiosity, sometimes caution, sometimes contemplation. Nasrin herself noted the interior design and traditional architecture of the palace, while she and Hana traded remarks on the various officials and dignitaries present, the latter identifying potential “persons of interest” in a mental notebook. Joseph took it upon himself to memorize and silently point out the traits of the guards and their various pieces of military hardware, taking additional scrutiny at the presence of AA artillery and heavy weapons on the rooftops.

However, something else entirely caught his eye as they passed a pair of heavy, intricate double doors.
That was, enough for him to do a double take and lag behind his protectee and subordinate by a couple steps.

He was pretty sure she noticed his questioning glance as well.

”Caucasian female in traditional dress blues, either of Slavic or Germanic descent. American colors and styles. Twenties. M1903 Springfield on her back with appropriate bayonet. Doesn’t look all that happy.”

“Yes, sir?” Hana responded over the radio, startling him for a moment.

“Just something under my breath. Nothing to be concerned about. Just find it... odd.” He moved a bit closer so they could talk normally while walking.

“What’s odd?”

“Well- Female European guard in American equipment and colors- in a hardline post-colonization Islamic country. Seems, I dunno, really out of place, no offense to her.”

“Well, it’s not exactly far-off from the Executive Guard. Maybe some kind of Saranidian foreign legion?”

“Doesn’t make too much sense to me.”

“Personally I’m more comfortable in this jacket and blouse, but to each their own duties and preferences. Don’t know how our Guard does it like that, but I appreciate what they do.”

Joseph looked directly at Hana with a thin smile. “You need to know how to drop subjects better, Lieutenant.”

In turn, she simply shrugged.

“Please, you two, this isn’t a gawking party even if it might seem like it. Skip the talk about odd customs.” Nasrin interjected, setting her pair of flankers into silence.

As they entered the main hall, the first to catch their collective gaze was a young Dagestani male figure, who was already conversing with other delegations.
Atop his head a pristine turban and draped in traditional green garb, he drastically stood out from the rest.

“That must be our good Suleiman ibn-Saleh Agha.” Nasrin breathed.

“Tops the list of at least twenty international terror watch-“

“Oh, shut up.” Nasrin brusquely cut Joseph off as she smoothed out her headscarf and adjusted her glasses. A bit more pep in her step, she waited for Suleiman to finish his conversations with the other officials before stepping forward.

[Saranidia]

“I am sure a man of your lineage, intelligence, political leadership experience and experience as a conscript would make you a good Foreign Legion Colonel.
And yes I do think you would make a good husband. I will give you time to consider joining as a Lieutenant, Captain, Ensign etc.” Said Maryam.

His grandfather worked on the railways. His father, the Lord President, had not even had an indoor toilet growing up. As for his mother, well, the less said in polite society about her the better. George Fenwick II's lineage was not particularly impressive.

His intelligence, of course, was an entirely different story — he was a Fenwick, and was therefore incredibly intelligent. The family's intelligence was, after all, how his father had managed to become Lord President from such humble beginnings.

And he had not actually served as a conscript. His service had been deferred so that he could continue his education, and when he had been called up the assassination attempt on his father which resulted in him temporarily serving as Lord President — the aforementioned leadership experience — cancelled his service before he could begin.

An Al-Saranidi agent passed a note to George Fenwick I saying “we need to talk about the Exodian territories.”

[Danceria]

Summer Palace Grand Hall
Suleiman

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There were many eyes, and many things and people to train one’s eyes on. The exchange of information flowed like water in a brook, and Suleiman’s keen eye knew that he had to get the show on the road. Suleiman turned to to a nearby servant and enquired “Where would the Sisterly Leader be tonight?”

[Saranidia]

Summer Palace Grand Hall
Suleiman

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There were many eyes, and many things and people to train one’s eyes on. The exchange of information flowed like water in a brook, and Suleiman’s keen eye knew that he had to get the show on the road. Suleiman turned to to a nearby servant and enquired “Where would the Sisterly Leader be tonight?”

The Sisterly Leader walked towards Suleiman Al-Salek.
“As-Salaam alaykum, Emir Suleiman.
We should start preparing for Dagestani Indepedence.
We need the Dagestanis and Muslims in the occupier’s Police to leave it and join a new Free Dagestani Police.
Each Dagestani clan should be excepted to raise a reserve militia.” She said.
OOC: I sent you an Al-Saranidi Foreign Legion thread,
Dagestanis might want to join.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

“Oh my, look at those starry eyes. Mr. Romanoff’s going to be jealous.”
Hana mused to herself as she watched Nasrin contain her enthusiasm at meeting Suleiman as they waited.

However, the lighthearted mood was quickly dropped as something caught Joseph’s eye.

“Cream suit and dark tie, Saranidi male, thirties. Next to that bastard Fenwick I. I can see a sleight of hand when I see it. Stay cautious for further developments and be ready to pull Ms. Abboud and get back to the car if anything happens, but nothing’s happened. Stay calm for now.”

“I read you, Major.“
Hana looked to the figure next to Suleiman, suddenly surprised.
“That’s the Sisterly Leader of Saranidia coming up- Sultana Khan.”

“No shit.”

[Saranidia]

His grandfather worked on the railways. His father, the Lord President, had not even had an indoor toilet growing up. As for his mother, well, the less said in polite society about her the better. George Fenwick II's lineage was not particularly impressive.

His intelligence, of course, was an entirely different story — he was a Fenwick, and was therefore incredibly intelligent. The family's intelligence was, after all, how his father had managed to become Lord President from such humble beginnings.

And he had not actually served as a conscript. His service had been deferred so that he could continue his education, and when he had been called up the assassination attempt on his father which resulted in him temporarily serving as Lord President — the aforementioned leadership experience — cancelled his service before he could begin.

An Al-Saranidi agent passed a note to George Fenwick I saying “we need to talk about the Exodian territories.”

The agent then passed another note
“Caution is advised but intelligence gathering may be needed.”

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Summer Palace, Foyer

As the trio, Nasrin flanked by her pair of dressed-for-“business” bodyguards, made their way towards the main venue, they observed their unfamiliar surroundings with curiosity, sometimes caution, sometimes contemplation. Nasrin herself noted the interior design and traditional architecture of the palace, while she and Hana traded remarks on the various officials and dignitaries present, the latter identifying potential “persons of interest” in a mental notebook. Joseph took it upon himself to memorize and silently point out the traits of the guards and their various pieces of military hardware, taking additional scrutiny at the presence of AA artillery and heavy weapons on the rooftops.

However, something else entirely caught his eye as they passed a pair of heavy, intricate double doors.
That was, enough for him to do a double take and lag behind his protectee and subordinate by a couple steps.

He was pretty sure she noticed his questioning glance as well.

”Caucasian female in traditional dress blues, either of Slavic or Germanic descent. American colors and styles. Twenties. M1903 Springfield on her back with appropriate bayonet. Doesn’t look all that happy.”

“Yes, sir?” Hana responded over the radio, startling him for a moment.

“Just something under my breath. Nothing to be concerned about. Just find it... odd.” He moved a bit closer so they could talk normally while walking.

“What’s odd?”

“Well- Female European guard in American equipment and colors- in a hardline post-colonization Islamic country. Seems, I dunno, really out of place, no offense to her.”

“Well, it’s not exactly far-off from the Executive Guard. Maybe some kind of Saranidian foreign legion?”

“Doesn’t make too much sense to me.”

“Personally I’m more comfortable in this jacket and blouse, but to each their own duties and preferences. Don’t know how our Guard does it like that, but I appreciate what they do.”

Joseph looked directly at Hana with a thin smile. “You need to know how to drop subjects better, Lieutenant.”

In turn, she simply shrugged.

“Please, you two, this isn’t a gawking party even if it might seem like it. Skip the talk about odd customs.” Nasrin interjected, setting her pair of flankers into silence.

As they entered the main hall, the first to catch their collective gaze was a young Dagestani male figure, who was already conversing with other delegations.
Atop his head a pristine turban and draped in traditional green garb, he drastically stood out from the rest.

“That must be our good Suleiman ibn-Saleh Agha.” Nasrin breathed.

“Tops the list of at least twenty international terror watch-“

“Oh, shut up.” Nasrin brusquely cut Joseph off as she smoothed out her headscarf and adjusted her glasses. A bit more pep in her step, she waited for Suleiman to finish his conversations with the other officials before stepping forward.

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
We did sympathise with Suleiman, mainly because the reputation of the Munkcestrians was preceding them far and wide. While this was the first time, during which we saw Fenwick and his groinspawn in action, the actions of the Munkcestrian Republic, the nation they represented, made it quite clear, that they weren't a bunch of people, which we wanted more to do with then strictly necessary.
And, to be honest, I pitied the Saradinian girl, who was talking with Fenwick-II.
Regardless, when Suleiman indicated to our places at the feast, we happily obliged, especially when he told of the lesson her learned in Lovely Cuan, was, that a good breakfast was something very good.
"Indeed, a good breakfast is a good foundation for the day!", Mairin said with smile as she sat down, "For us, that usually means a heavy breakfast, though, a good amount of energy for a hard day at work!"
Indeed, be it cowherding or office work, a good breakfast was key.
While we took our seats, I saw another bunch of soldiers enter the room, in more formal uniforms, which did not really concern us as they took their positions in the hall - additional security was always good in a country as unstable as Saranidia.
One of the guards by the door was a girl with a rather large rifle slung over her back. I threw her a smile and awaited, what the future had in store.

Marie Ernst Gluck
When the Selkie-lass smiled at Marie, she returned it with a firm nod and the barest hint of a smile. This faded quickly when the Exodians entered and squinted at her in confusion.
She stiffened and threw a glare back at Joseph and Hana. She wasn't just some doll for them to stare at, after all, no matter how out-of-place she was.

Some time later, with nothing happening, she shifted her rifle to a more comfortable position, and began to let her mind wander, thinking about nothing in particular, as she simply stood there, still as a statue.
The arrival of the Sisterly Leader, of course woke her up, and she pricked her ears and kept her eyes open, waiting for something or anything to happen.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

An Al-Saranidi agent passed a note to George Fenwick I saying “we need to talk about the Exodian territories.”

The agent then passed another note
“Caution is advised but intelligence gathering may be needed.”

At that, Joseph couldn’t take it at that point.
Faking a cough as if it was from the dust, he loudly spoke “I saw that”, before giving the harshest stare at the Saranidian agent he could muster.

[Saranidia]

The agent then passed another note
“Caution is advised but intelligence gathering may be needed.”

At that, Joseph couldn’t take it at that point.
Faking a cough as if it was from the dust, he loudly spoke “I saw that”, before giving the harshest stare at the Saranidian agent he could muster.

“I didn’t say anything needs to happen yet, Joseph.” Said the agent.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

At that, Joseph couldn’t take it at that point.
Faking a cough as if it was from the dust, he loudly spoke “I saw that”, before giving the harshest stare at the Saranidian agent he could muster.

“I didn’t say anything needs to happen yet, Joseph.” Said the agent.

OOC: Think I’m going to need some context on 1-how the agent knows Joseph’s name at the top of his head and uses it so casually in this setting and 2- what “anything needs to happen yet” means.

[Danceria]

Kallipolis Summer Palace
Dining room

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The time had come, and Suleiman was forced to play his hand. He cursed himself, and hoped to have escorted the ambassadors on a tour of the castle, outside...somewhere else than here. Moltke’s law was in full effect, no plan survived the contact of a battlefield. With luck, however, there might not be a battle…

Politely excusing himself from the company, he would get up from the table and approach the Exodians and Saranidians… soldiers moved to either prepare to extradite the ambassadors in case of a shootout, and guarded every exit to ensure his prey would not escape. Thus, Suleiman Abdul’aleem ibn-Saleh Al-Salek spoke the words to change the history of Saranidia forever into his radio.

“Execute Order 'Happy Landing', Authorization code act three"

With a practiced and patient smile, he turned to the Sisterly Leader, “Suppose I can’t get away from protecting Saranidia for one night, eh?”

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Kallipolis Summer Palace
Dining room

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The time had come, and Suleiman was forced to play his hand. He cursed himself, and hoped to have escorted the ambassadors on a tour of the castle, outside...somewhere else than here. Moltke’s law was in full effect, no plan survived the contact of a battlefield. With luck, however, there might not be a battle…

Politely excusing himself from the company, he would get up from the table and approach the Exodians and Saranidians… soldiers moved to either prepare to extradite the ambassadors in case of a shootout, and guarded every exit to ensure his prey would not escape. Thus, Suleiman Abdul’aleem ibn-Saleh Al-Salek spoke the words to change the history of Saranidia forever into his radio.

“Execute Order 'Happy Landing', Authorization code act three"

With a practiced and patient smile, he turned to the Sisterly Leader, “Suppose I can’t get away from protecting Saranidia for one night, eh?”

The soldiers of Unit 777 on the roof and outside had been having their own little celebration-Soup cooked over methane burners, with bread on the side and carbonated water. It was a festive occasion-and it was surprising how quickly it broke up at those words.

Stanislaus Zulinski picked up the radio. "Okay Mastah." He whispered with an exaggerated Asian accent. "Let's kill da ho."

He set it down and turned to his men. "Break it up, lads!" He roared. "AA and AT teams, Designated Marksmen, remain up here. Everyone else, suit up and cover the entrances. When Big Boss gives the go, we move in."

His men nodded, and set about carrying out their orders. Downstairs, the scene would repeat itself- men in full combat gear and carrying rifles rushing to cover the exits.

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The Selkie-women would find the guard they had smiled at earlier beside them, rifle now unslung and with bayonet affixed. "Apologies." She stated "Something just went down. I highly advise you leave immediately. Get to the airport and out of here before it's too late."

This scene would repeat itself with the other guests and ambassadors, save for the Exodians.

[Atkemri]

Paul Kitimbaya

The Atkemrian delegation arrived late with Paul in tow awaiting a calm coronation only to find Polish-Prussian guards waiting outside the entrances. Paul was aware of the more secretive, but Atkemri didn't find itself often involved their intelligence agencies usually had better things to do. It seemed that they would have no choice this time. Paul walked towards one of the guards "Excuse me, but what is the meaning of this? I thought there would be the establishment of normal relations? Am I going to need to call the Atkemrian intelligence agencies?" Paul was mad but obviously reserved as not to get hit in the head with a rifle butt.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Saranidia, Kallpolis Summer Palace, Dining Hall

At the sight of armed soldiers mobilizing, rushing as if they were about to engage in a firefight, Nasrin's calm expression and confident, optimistic demeanor quickly turned to one of fear and stress. Midway through her dish of abgoosht, her face turned pale as she looked to Suleiman, nervous and tense.

"Ibn-Saleh Agha- Please, tell me what's happening here? I-I want to know."

Joseph was already standing the moment the Unit 777 personnel began to move- now, he was clicking the bolt closed on his LAC-SHi assault carbine and extending its stock, with Hana following suit with her own weapons- drawing a .357-caliber autorevolver from within her jacket and keeping it ready.

"Sir, what the bloody hell is happening and what are you doing to us?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Joseph barked a set of quick orders to Hana, before starting to speed-walk towards an exit, following a Unit 777 group downstairs.
"LT, I want you to stay here and guard Madame Abboud. You place a damn call to Barracuda, Gabriel and Spyglass and open up to them on whatever the fuck is happening. If you can, try and have them patch into QAR and fill them in indirectly. I'm going downstairs and getting the case."

As that happened, Hana simply nodded, consulting her wrist computer and logging into a satellite communication system.

Democratic Exodian Territories, New Collective City "Government Strip"

An ocean and a half away, several secured government computers and connected phones pinged with a call in sync.
One, belonging to a rather worried EIM agent, was all too quick to answer.

"Lieutenant Morton- Nassie- Are you all alright? I'll send for the Governor and the Minister. Talk to me."

"Alexei- I'm safe so far. They're waving out all the ambassadors and diplomatic officials except for us- Major Unwin's run down to get us some more protection and find out what's going on." Nasrin and Hana answered to the man's voice, color briefly flooding back into the former's face.

“Nassie, whatever the hell happens you will live for all of us. Stay alive in there and we’re coming to save you. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met and it’s always your time to shine. Hold on tight and I’m with you. Lieutenant, you keep this line open for as long as possible. Higher powers are coming in, I repeat, they are coming in.”

With that, Nasrin, still trembling but with a renewed sense of purpose, reached under her hijab and retrieved a Grey Flag Victoria-Bonny .357-caliber, single-barrel derringer with black grips, taking off the crossbar safety and checking the round inside.



“I’ll be strong for all of us, Alexei. I’m right here and ready. As-salāmu alaikum wa rahmatul-lāhi wa barakātuh.”



On the other end, the Russian-Exodian agent held his fingers in a Christogram and performed the Orthodox Sign of the Cross.
“May the Lord Jesus have mercy on I, a disbeliever and a sinner. Во имя Отца, Сына и Святого Духа. Аминь.

Let’s get to work.”

Saranidia, Kallpollis Summer Palace, Doors
All of a sudden, the heavy double doors would burst open with the weight of a man being shoved against it. Looking at the new group of diplomats composed largely of Africans while brandishing his carbine, he quickly brought it up to signify he wasn’t there to harm them, at least for the time being.

Addressing everybody with the sweep of his hand, he asked gruffly; “Can somebody please, explain what the utter fuck is going on and who any of you are?”

[The Selkie]

[...]

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The Selkie-women would find the guard they had smiled at earlier beside them, rifle now unslung and with bayonet affixed. "Apologies." She stated "Something just went down. I highly advise you leave immediately. Get to the airport and out of here before it's too late."

This scene would repeat itself with the other guests and ambassadors, save for the Exodians.

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
The brown mass had just hit the metaphorical, and maybe even the completely literal fan as the girl from before suddenly stood next to us, rifle unslung. Suleiman had excused himself not even a moment before, after Saradinia's Sisterly Leader had arrived.
Men under arms, and heavy arms at that, rushed to guard the exits and our fellow ambassadorial missions were advised in a similar manner all around us.
Gods, another day, another coup...
Suleiman seemed to be calm and collected, as if... oh. Oh.
"Thank you kindly, young lady.", Mairin said and nodded, getting up, "If you ever find yourself around our parts, go to the Foreign Office in Fortham. You'll get a drink! Good luck!"
And with that, we moved towards the nearest exit under escort, just as the double doors on the other side burst open.
We quickly vacated the scene into the hallway, towards... actually, none of us knew, where to. Heads down was a good start of the day!
Mairin was furiously typing a number on her smartphone, calling the Foreign Office.
I prayed to Carman Fea, that we would make it out alive - and preferably without being shot at.

[Saranidia]

Saranidia, Kallpolis Summer Palace, Dining Hall

At the sight of armed soldiers mobilizing, rushing as if they were about to engage in a firefight, Nasrin's calm expression and confident, optimistic demeanor quickly turned to one of fear and stress. Midway through her dish of abgoosht, her face turned pale as she looked to Suleiman, nervous and tense.

"Ibn-Saleh Agha- Please, tell me what's happening here? I-I want to know."

Joseph was already standing the moment the Unit 777 personnel began to move- now, he was clicking the bolt closed on his LAC-SHi assault carbine and extending its stock, with Hana following suit with her own weapons- drawing a .357-caliber autorevolver from within her jacket and keeping it ready.

"Sir, what the bloody hell is happening and what are you doing to us?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Joseph barked a set of quick orders to Hana, before starting to speed-walk towards an exit, following a Unit 777 group downstairs.
"LT, I want you to stay here and guard Madame Abboud. You place a damn call to Barracuda, Gabriel and Spyglass and open up to them on whatever the fuck is happening. If you can, try and have them patch into QAR and fill them in indirectly. I'm going downstairs and getting the case."

As that happened, Hana simply nodded, consulting her wrist computer and logging into a satellite communication system.

Democratic Exodian Territories, New Collective City "Government Strip"

An ocean and a half away, several secured government computers and connected phones pinged with a call in sync.
One, belonging to a rather worried EIM agent, was all too quick to answer.

"Lieutenant Morton- Nassie- Are you all alright? I'll send for the Governor and the Minister. Talk to me."

"Alexei- I'm safe so far. They're waving out all the ambassadors and diplomatic officials except for us- Major Unwin's run down to get us some more protection and find out what's going on." Nasrin and Hana answered to the man's voice, color briefly flooding back into the former's face.

“Nassie, whatever the hell happens you will live for all of us. Stay alive in there and we’re coming to save you. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met and it’s always your time to shine. Hold on tight and I’m with you. Lieutenant, you keep this line open for as long as possible. Higher powers are coming in, I repeat, they are coming in.”

With that, Nasrin, still trembling but with a renewed sense of purpose, reached under her hijab and retrieved a Grey Flag Victoria-Bonny .357-caliber, single-barrel derringer with black grips, taking off the crossbar safety and checking the round inside.



“I’ll be strong for all of us, Alexei. I’m right here and ready. As-salāmu alaikum wa rahmatul-lāhi wa barakātuh.”



On the other end, the Russian-Exodian agent held his fingers in a Christogram and performed the Orthodox Sign of the Cross.
“May the Lord Jesus have mercy on I, a disbeliever and a sinner. Во имя Отца, Сына и Святого Духа. Аминь.

Let’s get to work.”

Saranidia, Kallpollis Summer Palace, Doors
All of a sudden, the heavy double doors would burst open with the weight of a man being shoved against it. Looking at the new group of diplomats composed largely of Africans while brandishing his carbine, he quickly brought it up to signify he wasn’t there to harm them, at least for the time being.

Addressing everybody with the sweep of his hand, he asked gruffly; “Can somebody please, explain what the utter fuck is going on and who any of you are?”

The man who was brandishing a carbine and swearing in front of diplomats and ladies of the court was given a talking to.
Major Ahmed Al-Gaddafi of the Royal Guard said to him “right Mr,
I have two epees we can have a duel.
I think you were observing and have confirmed that your nation is a threat.
We would ordinarily have strategy meetings before sending a spy team.

“Now either admit your government sent you or you will be arrested for aggravated home invasion,
Disruption state business with force, obscene language in the hearing of females and , I don’t know, use of firearms in commission of a crime?
Attempted kidnapping? I am an Army guy but the Police(both civilian and gendarmes) can pile charges on you till your serving a total of 14 years or something.
Let’s walk outside, a regulated form of fighting between gentlemen is not a police matter here. ”

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

The man who was brandishing a carbine and swearing in front of diplomats and ladies of the court was given a talking to.
Major Ahmed Al-Gaddafi of the Royal Guard said to him “right Mr,
I have two epees we can have a duel.
I think you were observing and have confirmed that your nation is a threat.
We would ordinarily have strategy meetings before sending a spy team.

“Now either admit your government sent you or you will be arrested for aggravated home invasion,
Disruption state business with force, obscene language in the hearing of females and , I don’t know, use of firearms in commission of a crime?
Attempted kidnapping? I am an Army guy but the Police(both civilian and gendarmes) can pile charges on you till your serving a total of 14 years or something.
Let’s walk outside, a regulated form of fighting between gentlemen is not a police matter here. ”

Dining Hall doors

Marie dropped to a knee and brought her rifle to bear.

One, two shots rang out, and two bullets rushed towards the guard, faster than the human eye could blink.

The men of Unit 777 stormed through the doors, clad in heavy gear and armed to the teeth, faces obscured by gas masks.
Several more shots were fired, aimed at any Saranidian military personnel that weren't part of Unit 777.

"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" roared one of the soldiers.

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
The brown mass had just hit the metaphorical, and maybe even the completely literal fan as the girl from before suddenly stood next to us, rifle unslung. Suleiman had excused himself not even a moment before, after Saradinia's Sisterly Leader had arrived.
Men under arms, and heavy arms at that, rushed to guard the exits and our fellow ambassadorial missions were advised in a similar manner all around us.
Gods, another day, another coup...
Suleiman seemed to be calm and collected, as if... oh. Oh.
"Thank you kindly, young lady.", Mairin said and nodded, getting up, "If you ever find yourself around our parts, go to the Foreign Office in Fortham. You'll get a drink! Good luck!"
And with that, we moved towards the nearest exit under escort, just as the double doors on the other side burst open.
We quickly vacated the scene into the hallway, towards... actually, none of us knew, where to. Heads down was a good start of the day!
Mairin was furiously typing a number on her smartphone, calling the Foreign Office.
I prayed to Carman Fea, that we would make it out alive - and preferably without being shot at.

The two Selkie-women would run smack-dab into a guard, currently in the process of attaching a gas mask to his face.

After a tense silence, he spoke.
"You don't seem like Saranidians. Exit's a flight down, take the left. There's a car down there, empty. Chaffuers have been dealt with, keys are on the dashboard. Good luck."

With that, he unslung his AK12 and rushed down the way they came.

Saranidia, Kallpolis Summer Palace, Dining Hall

At the sight of armed soldiers mobilizing, rushing as if they were about to engage in a firefight, Nasrin's calm expression and confident, optimistic demeanor quickly turned to one of fear and stress. Midway through her dish of abgoosht, her face turned pale as she looked to Suleiman, nervous and tense.

"Ibn-Saleh Agha- Please, tell me what's happening here? I-I want to know."

Joseph was already standing the moment the Unit 777 personnel began to move- now, he was clicking the bolt closed on his LAC-SHi assault carbine and extending its stock, with Hana following suit with her own weapons- drawing a .357-caliber autorevolver from within her jacket and keeping it ready.

"Sir, what the bloody hell is happening and what are you doing to us?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Joseph barked a set of quick orders to Hana, before starting to speed-walk towards an exit, following a Unit 777 group downstairs.
"LT, I want you to stay here and guard Madame Abboud. You place a damn call to Barracuda, Gabriel and Spyglass and open up to them on whatever the fuck is happening. If you can, try and have them patch into QAR and fill them in indirectly. I'm going downstairs and getting the case."

As that happened, Hana simply nodded, consulting her wrist computer and logging into a satellite communication system.

Democratic Exodian Territories, New Collective City "Government Strip"

An ocean and a half away, several secured government computers and connected phones pinged with a call in sync.
One, belonging to a rather worried EIM agent, was all too quick to answer.

"Lieutenant Morton- Nassie- Are you all alright? I'll send for the Governor and the Minister. Talk to me."

"Alexei- I'm safe so far. They're waving out all the ambassadors and diplomatic officials except for us- Major Unwin's run down to get us some more protection and find out what's going on." Nasrin and Hana answered to the man's voice, color briefly flooding back into the former's face.

“Nassie, whatever the hell happens you will live for all of us. Stay alive in there and we’re coming to save you. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met and it’s always your time to shine. Hold on tight and I’m with you. Lieutenant, you keep this line open for as long as possible. Higher powers are coming in, I repeat, they are coming in.”

With that, Nasrin, still trembling but with a renewed sense of purpose, reached under her hijab and retrieved a Grey Flag Victoria-Bonny .357-caliber, single-barrel derringer with black grips, taking off the crossbar safety and checking the round inside.



“I’ll be strong for all of us, Alexei. I’m right here and ready. As-salāmu alaikum wa rahmatul-lāhi wa barakātuh.”



On the other end, the Russian-Exodian agent held his fingers in a Christogram and performed the Orthodox Sign of the Cross.
“May the Lord Jesus have mercy on I, a disbeliever and a sinner. Во имя Отца, Сына и Святого Духа. Аминь.

Let’s get to work.”

Saranidia, Kallpollis Summer Palace, Doors
All of a sudden, the heavy double doors would burst open with the weight of a man being shoved against it. Looking at the new group of diplomats composed largely of Africans while brandishing his carbine, he quickly brought it up to signify he wasn’t there to harm them, at least for the time being.

Addressing everybody with the sweep of his hand, he asked gruffly; “Can somebody please, explain what the utter fuck is going on and who any of you are?”

Doors
Another European(male this time, and wearing flecktarn) calmly approached Joseph.
"Evening." he started, a shit-eating grin forming on his face. "We're getting rid of the Sisterly Leader. Care to join us?"

Dining Hall
Marie turned her attention to the Exodians. She closed ranks with Hana and Nasrin, shielding both with her body.
"You both alright?" she asked. "We need to leave, now."

[The Selkie]

The two Selkie-women would run smack-dab into a guard, currently in the process of attaching a gas mask to his face.

After a tense silence, he spoke.
"You don't seem like Saranidians. Exit's a flight down, take the left. There's a car down there, empty. Chaffuers have been dealt with, keys are on the dashboard. Good luck."

With that, he unslung his AK12 and rushed down the way they came.

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
We only heard concerning sounds from the hall - gunfire, yelling, but when we ran into the guard with the rather deadly looking assault rifle, we were about to tell him, that we were ambassadors of a foreign nation and that laying a hand on any of us would be a very, very bad idea, when he spoke through his gasmasks.
"You don't seem like Saranidians.", he said and I held back my snark - what gave us away? "Exit's a flight down, take the left. There's a car down there, empty. Chaffuers have been dealt with, keys are on the dashboard. Good luck."
Mairin bowed her head lightly and told him: "To you as well."
He was gone by that point.
I looked at her.
"What now?", I asked, raising an eyebrow. We all knew, what it most likely meant, that the "Chaffuers have been dealt with."
"We do, what the Rangers told us to do in such situations. Get the bloody fuck out of there and contact the nearest allied assets.", Mairin replied, then put away the phone away. "We can't depend on the Scarlet-Imperials, they're cool with the Kyrenaians, but the Gods alone know, what they think about us and if they would get along with us, so for now, we plan on our lonesome. We take that chap's idea."
"So, to the car pool.", I said with a nod. Celina was awfully silent. "And where to from there?"
"Let's worry about that, then.", Mairin said.

[Danceria]

Summer Palace, Kallipolis
Suleiman

---

Once upon a time, Suleiman was called upon to defend Islam, Saranidia, and the Sisterly Leader in that order. Calm as the eye in the storm of soldiers, Suleiman did his duty, for the traitors might have kept on livin', but they had made one fatal slip. They pushed a good man too far...and he had a big iron on his hip.

The click of his revolver seemed to silence all for a tense second, as it was pointed in the general direction of the Sisterly Leader and the Munckestrian delegates.

"Miriam Khan." the Persian commander began coldly. "In the name of the Almighty, and by the law enclosed in the Constitution, I name you unsound of mind and unfit for duty; the charges are as following...Allowance of Human trafficking, twenty counts. Arms smuggling, eighty-four counts. Attempts to incite rebellion against sovereign entities...nineteen counts." he would nod to his soldiers, who would would be encouraged to capture all important leaders, and to place almost all routes to the palace on lockdown. "Get the Exodians out of here...I thought I said no delegates in here!"

---

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
We only heard concerning sounds from the hall - gunfire, yelling, but when we ran into the guard with the rather deadly looking assault rifle, we were about to tell him, that we were ambassadors of a foreign nation and that laying a hand on any of us would be a very, very bad idea, when he spoke through his gasmasks.
"You don't seem like Saranidians.", he said and I held back my snark - what gave us away? "Exit's a flight down, take the left. There's a car down there, empty. Chaffuers have been dealt with, keys are on the dashboard. Good luck."
Mairin bowed her head lightly and told him: "To you as well."
He was gone by that point.
I looked at her.
"What now?", I asked, raising an eyebrow. We all knew, what it most likely meant, that the "Chaffuers have been dealt with."
"We do, what the Rangers told us to do in such situations. Get the bloody fuck out of there and contact the nearest allied assets.", Mairin replied, then put away the phone away. "We can't depend on the Scarlet-Imperials, they're cool with the Kyrenaians, but the Gods alone know, what they think about us and if they would get along with us, so for now, we plan on our lonesome. We take that chap's idea."
"So, to the car pool.", I said with a nod. Celina was awfully silent. "And where to from there?"
"Let's worry about that, then.", Mairin said.

At the carpool, any Saranidians who attempted to intervene were either zip tied or dispatched. A man of Greek complexion would smirk at all ambassadors. "All right, ladies and gentlemen, due to the stuffiness of the Grand Palace, you are all cordially invited to the Khan residency, where you are to remain until we get the green light." he would explain. "This is in accordance with standard evacuation procedure. Sadly, the official dance is for now cancelled. While the garden of Suleiman Khan is indeed spacious, you probably might not want to get your high heels or suits dirty." An odd placement of humor in a hectic situation. "One pair at a time, approach myself and the lieutenants, check in, get your vehicle, where you will be escorted by our APCs to the safety zone. Shake a leg, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy this fresh air!"

As the delegates would be processed, the Greek lieutenant would hiss into the radio, perhaps asking where the Exodians were...

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Dining Hall, Doors

Initially caught off guard, Joseph raised his SHi carbine again at the sound of accented English.

Looking towards the Royal Guardsman, he rolled his eyes as the man went on his senseless tirade about duels, swearing, spying and some bullshit arrest.

He stole a quick glance behind him to the group of Africans. He couldn’t risk a complete firefight now or an innocent might die. More Saranidians were bound to come and reinforce their comrade.
Even still, he was in no position to draw either his pistol or his stun knife- but his primary...

“Stay back, this might get messy.” He called to the diplomats behind him, before he flicked the safety onto his gun and took his fingers off the grip, unslinging it and holding it by the handguard as if he was to surrender it.

“Listen, mate. It doesn’t have to be like this. You’ve got the wrong-“
Raising the carbine in a flash, about to lunge forward and viciously crack the Saranidian over the head with his stock, he was surprised and shocked when two sprays of blood answered him.

(Post not finished)

[Saranidia]

Al-Saranidi People’s Islamic Federal Police soldiers and officers “drop the carbine!”

[Saranidia]

Despite the military coup,(and shootings involving the Prussian Polish Commonwealth), the Military Intelligence Section 2(foreign intelligence) sent sent a team to research the Democratic Exodian Territory, initially online online, with a view towards alerting field agents, the Navy, the Airforce and the Army, their goal was to defend the nation, regardless of who was in charge and neither side had invalidated their commissions.
The Director-General sends an-email to the Prussian Polish Commonwealth

RE: palace scuffles

To: the Kaiser, PPC

From: Director-General, Military Intelligence Section 2.

It seems a military officer died at the hands of Corporal Marie.

[Saranidia]

Democratic Exodian Territories

Conscription: yes

Leadership prepared for war: yes

Leader: Governor William Shang

Draft age: 21

Number of years required: two

Threat level: high

Strategy sophistication; high

Strategies: infiltration.

[Saranidia]

The man who was brandishing a carbine and swearing in front of diplomats and ladies of the court was given a talking to.
Major Ahmed Al-Gaddafi of the Royal Guard said to him “right Mr,
I have two epees we can have a duel.
I think you were observing and have confirmed that your nation is a threat.
We would ordinarily have strategy meetings before sending a spy team.

“Now either admit your government sent you or you will be arrested for aggravated home invasion,
Disruption state business with force, obscene language in the hearing of females and , I don’t know, use of firearms in commission of a crime?
Attempted kidnapping? I am an Army guy but the Police(both civilian and gendarmes) can pile charges on you till your serving a total of 14 years or something.
Let’s walk outside, a regulated form of fighting between gentlemen is not a police matter here. ”

Dining Hall doors

Marie dropped to a knee and brought her rifle to bear.

One, two shots rang out, and two bullets rushed towards the guard, faster than the human eye could blink.

The men of Unit 777 stormed through the doors, clad in heavy gear and armed to the teeth, faces obscured by gas masks.
Several more shots were fired, aimed at any Saranidian military personnel that weren't part of Unit 777.

"HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" roared one of the soldiers.

Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
The brown mass had just hit the metaphorical, and maybe even the completely literal fan as the girl from before suddenly stood next to us, rifle unslung. Suleiman had excused himself not even a moment before, after Saradinia's Sisterly Leader had arrived.
Men under arms, and heavy arms at that, rushed to guard the exits and our fellow ambassadorial missions were advised in a similar manner all around us.
Gods, another day, another coup...
Suleiman seemed to be calm and collected, as if... oh. Oh.
"Thank you kindly, young lady.", Mairin said and nodded, getting up, "If you ever find yourself around our parts, go to the Foreign Office in Fortham. You'll get a drink! Good luck!"
And with that, we moved towards the nearest exit under escort, just as the double doors on the other side burst open.
We quickly vacated the scene into the hallway, towards... actually, none of us knew, where to. Heads down was a good start of the day!
Mairin was furiously typing a number on her smartphone, calling the Foreign Office.
I prayed to Carman Fea, that we would make it out alive - and preferably without being shot at.

The two Selkie-women would run smack-dab into a guard, currently in the process of attaching a gas mask to his face.

After a tense silence, he spoke.
"You don't seem like Saranidians. Exit's a flight down, take the left. There's a car down there, empty. Chaffuers have been dealt with, keys are on the dashboard. Good luck."

With that, he unslung his AK12 and rushed down the way they came.

Saranidia, Kallpolis Summer Palace, Dining Hall

At the sight of armed soldiers mobilizing, rushing as if they were about to engage in a firefight, Nasrin's calm expression and confident, optimistic demeanor quickly turned to one of fear and stress. Midway through her dish of abgoosht, her face turned pale as she looked to Suleiman, nervous and tense.

"Ibn-Saleh Agha- Please, tell me what's happening here? I-I want to know."

Joseph was already standing the moment the Unit 777 personnel began to move- now, he was clicking the bolt closed on his LAC-SHi assault carbine and extending its stock, with Hana following suit with her own weapons- drawing a .357-caliber autorevolver from within her jacket and keeping it ready.

"Sir, what the bloody hell is happening and what are you doing to us?"
Not even waiting for an answer, Joseph barked a set of quick orders to Hana, before starting to speed-walk towards an exit, following a Unit 777 group downstairs.
"LT, I want you to stay here and guard Madame Abboud. You place a damn call to Barracuda, Gabriel and Spyglass and open up to them on whatever the fuck is happening. If you can, try and have them patch into QAR and fill them in indirectly. I'm going downstairs and getting the case."

As that happened, Hana simply nodded, consulting her wrist computer and logging into a satellite communication system.

Democratic Exodian Territories, New Collective City "Government Strip"

An ocean and a half away, several secured government computers and connected phones pinged with a call in sync.
One, belonging to a rather worried EIM agent, was all too quick to answer.

"Lieutenant Morton- Nassie- Are you all alright? I'll send for the Governor and the Minister. Talk to me."

"Alexei- I'm safe so far. They're waving out all the ambassadors and diplomatic officials except for us- Major Unwin's run down to get us some more protection and find out what's going on." Nasrin and Hana answered to the man's voice, color briefly flooding back into the former's face.

“Nassie, whatever the hell happens you will live for all of us. Stay alive in there and we’re coming to save you. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met and it’s always your time to shine. Hold on tight and I’m with you. Lieutenant, you keep this line open for as long as possible. Higher powers are coming in, I repeat, they are coming in.”

With that, Nasrin, still trembling but with a renewed sense of purpose, reached under her hijab and retrieved a Grey Flag Victoria-Bonny .357-caliber, single-barrel derringer with black grips, taking off the crossbar safety and checking the round inside.



“I’ll be strong for all of us, Alexei. I’m right here and ready. As-salāmu alaikum wa rahmatul-lāhi wa barakātuh.”



On the other end, the Russian-Exodian agent held his fingers in a Christogram and performed the Orthodox Sign of the Cross.
“May the Lord Jesus have mercy on I, a disbeliever and a sinner. Во имя Отца, Сына и Святого Духа. Аминь.

Let’s get to work.”

Saranidia, Kallpollis Summer Palace, Doors
All of a sudden, the heavy double doors would burst open with the weight of a man being shoved against it. Looking at the new group of diplomats composed largely of Africans while brandishing his carbine, he quickly brought it up to signify he wasn’t there to harm them, at least for the time being.

Addressing everybody with the sweep of his hand, he asked gruffly; “Can somebody please, explain what the utter fuck is going on and who any of you are?”

Doors
Another European(male this time, and wearing flecktarn) calmly approached Joseph.
"Evening." he started, a shit-eating grin forming on his face. "We're getting rid of the Sisterly Leader. Care to join us?"

Dining Hall
Marie turned her attention to the Exodians. She closed ranks with Hana and Nasrin, shielding both with her body.
"You both alright?" she asked. "We need to leave, now."

A platoon of Royal Guards rushed to Marie,
“You are advised to surrender,
You will be treated like any aristocratic female POW , ma’am”
Their Lieutenant, a 25 year old Arab woman with some Berber heritage explained on her megaphone.