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Geonal-Grudaidhian War [IC, CLOSED, MT/EARLY PMT]

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Port Ember
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Postby Port Ember » Tue Jul 21, 2020 10:50 am

Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
The Captain's Villa

President Edward Flint

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The Captain's Villa - Port Ember Presidential Residence and Office


After a particularly long and emotionally laden War Council Meeting, an exhausted President Edward Flint walked down the corridors of The Captain's Villa - the presidential residence and office of the Republic of Port Ember, from the modern state of the art Conference Room, towards the equally modern and state of the art Broadcasting Room. The room itself was floored with expensive marble floors and its walls lined with a deep blue velvet carpet. The front of the well lit room was dominated by a hand carved ebony podium, with a large Port Emberian National flag adorning the wall directly behind it. The room itself were filled with luxurious chairs, occupied by reporters from all the major publishing houses situated within the Republic.

As Edward entered the room, all reporters present rose to a standing position in silence - a sign of respect towards their elected leader. As Edward greeted those in attendance, he took up his position behind the podium, not needing to place down any notes - his self written speech was memorised as always. the reporters retook their seats and the cameras started it's live recording, which would be broadcasted all across television stations from all around the globe. The tension was thick and could be felt, the entire world hanging upon the lips of President Flint.

Edward cleared his throat one last time as he commenced his presidential address, looking straight into the broadcasting cameras,
"Greetings my fellow Port Emberians, Allies - and citizens of the world. Tonight I wish to address you with a terribly heavy burden and sorrow weighing upon my heart. As you all know by now, less than twenty four hours ago, a vile cowardly group of terrorists launched an armed attack against the private residence of Georgia Grudaidh - the leader of our allied nation - Iarann Grudaidh. Besides the brave security personnel who perished in battle, four direct line family members were executed in cold blood by these scum. The brave and professional forces of their nation, with assistance from a team hailing from our common ally Asteres Amauricanum managed to neutralise the threat before the situation escalated even further, at least managing to protect the Supreme Leader in the process.

Now - I address Supreme Leader Grudaidh and the citizens of Iarann Grudaidh. I wish to convey my complete and sincere sympathies and thoughts to your nation as a whole. Losing one's family is never an easy process to undergo, and even more so when it is under the circumstances. Know that I understand that no words can soothe your pain, just rest peacefully in the fact that me and my entire nation offers our shoulders in support, without judgement. We share your immense pain on this dark day.

Now - I address the nations of the entire globe. As a champion of freedom and prosperity - As a agent of the truth - I feel the absolute need to share with the entire world the facts which the vile cowards of darkness have attempted to hide, and will continue to attempt to hide: These hideous and vile act of terror was carried out by the bastards known only as The Masked Resistance. These are a group of vile and evil hooligans who hides in the dark like rats and prey on innocents when they are at peace and tranquility with the world. Sick rodents. Now, the interesting part… We have evidence indicating that these barbarians are funded by, and received the orders to carry out this attack by a party who is even more vile, more evil and even bigger cowards than these terrorists… The ruling government of Geonal. As the world knows, our two nations are currently locked in an official state of war, even though no official combat actions have occurred. These vile savages have declared war upon us and our allies of Iarann Grudaidh,
unlawfully and unnecessary, when we fended off an invasion attempt against the Nation of War - although these cowards have never had the spine to actually act upon these empty paper threats. Now they have opted to bribe weak minded puppets to carry out their fight in the most cowardly method possible. We have also learned that the nation of Rhinocera also has had their cowardly dirty hands part of these attacks. That's right fellow citizens of the world - I am not afraid to shed light on those who operate from darkness.

Now - I address the governments of the Geonal and Rhinocera. There are no words which can possibly accurately describe the exact extent of disgust I am harboring towards your leadership at this present moment. My nation fully understands the concept of waging war for one's beliefs - but war is fought in an honourable manner between warriors. War is not waged by means of slithering in darkness, executing civilians like animals. There is absolutely zero excuses plausible for the part you have played in these cowardly attacks. Now, justice needs to be served, it is as simple as that. These actions carry unimaginable consequences. What you have done, is a pure and unquestionable provocation of war - and by all accounts, Port Emberian flags should be hanging above your burning capitals by now. However, I feel that your populace does not deserve to be punished in this manner for the cowardice actions of a few savages. I will provide you now with the only mercy you will ever receive from me - and much more than you deserve. The leadership of both nations needs to hand themselves over to the International Court in order to stand a fair and just trial for your part in these acts of terror. Do this, and your nation shall be spared from unimaginable death and misery. Time is ticking!

Now - I address the governments of all nations whom considers Port Ember their allies, friends and partners. I call upon all nations of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance, I call upon all nations of the Global Free Trade Consortium and I call upon all nations of the Council of Free Market Nations. In light of the truths and nightmares I have brought into the light - I call upon you all to launch a total trade embargo against these allies of terror - with immediate effect, just as I have already launched. I know it's against the principles of the free market to launch sanctions, I believe in this firmly. Yet against such evil, there is simply no other way. Do what is right my friends!

Lastly, I address my own nation. I know that you are tired of waging constant war, we all are. And I know I have promised you that we will scale down on global military operations. Unfortunately my fellow Port Emberians, evil does not rest. Evil will continue to spread it's dark and filthy influence if it is not checked. We have a duty, an obligation to be that check. I will attempt my very best to solve this crises in a political fashion as you have heard. However, if needs be, tired or no, we must be prepared to take the fight to the forces of darkness. Such is our fate, and I know that my great nation will support me in this endeavor.

I thank you all."

President Flint immediately walked out of the conference room as the cameras were flashing in frenzy, the reporters present jumping from their seats, firing questions desperately. Frenzy or not however, no questions would be asked tonight.




Republic of Port Ember

Immediately following the "interrogation" session conducted by Secret Service Operator Gerald Gallows on three (now missing) Geonal Intelligence Agency operators, a very detailed report was accurately drafted with haste relating to the information which was learned during the latest session. The session revealed that the situation was a lot worse than anyone could have possibly predicted previously, with dozens of Geonal Intelligence Agency operators already being present within the tropical Republic, laying low and awaiting patiently for orders to begin spread their actions of hate and terror. They have managed to do an excellent job of remaining hidden and unnoticed by the ever watchful eyes of the Port Ember Secret Service thus far, by remaining in 'sleep mode' and not actively and openly plotting against the Republic just yet. It would have been impossible to identify these sleeping demons if it weren't for the morbidly dark, yet necessary work done by Gallows.

Now that the identities have been in the possession of the Secret Service, the aliases of the agents were burned with immediate effect, and tracing their whereabouts a simple task. A combined operation between the Port Ember Secret Service (PESS) and the Port Ember Foreign Intelligence Agency (PEFIA) was established post haste. The hiding agents were well established within the nation, some operating in the higher echelons of society - taking up positions within the local government and even military. Some were deployed as doctors and lawyers. Some were masquerading as blue collar workers whilst others set up safe houses in abandoned warehouses, backrooms of bakeries, casinos and strip clubs. The true extent of the Geonal operation against Port Ember was a truly nightmarish discovery for those uncovering the truth.

Legions of combined tactical squads of PESS and PEFIA was established once the analysts were satisfied that all threats have been identified and positioned, and immediately struck with lightning speed and ruthless effectiveness. The night was characterized as a series of brutal sound effects as doors were kicked down, flashbang grenades detonating, gunshots ringing all across the Capital near simultaneously. It was an excellently planned and coordinated strike against the enemies of the islands, with the public none the wiser of what was taking place around them.

Those agents who were unfortunate enough to be captured alive by the tactical squads were hurriedly transported to secret black sites where they were ruthlessly interrogated for the identities of more agents who might have went unnoticed during the first purge. Whether these scumbags were cooperative or not, they would never be seen walking the tropical sunny streets of the Republic ever again.

A shadow war was raging.

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Port Emberian Tactical Squads raiding suspected Geonal Agents Residences





Republic of Port Ember

Immediately following the live broadcasted address from their Commander In Chief, the Port Ember Security Forces sprang to action in anticipation of a possible mass mobilization. This mass readiness operation would showcase to the world - and especially to their enemies, that they were more than ready to defend their shores in the unlikely event of an attack upon them. They were also showcasing to the world - and especially to their enemies that the entire might of Port Ember was ready to strike at their enemies, no matter where they were situated upon this globe, at a mere moments notice.

The most legendary and feared Arms of Service - the Port Ember Security Forces Navy readied their fleets en masse - outfitting themselves to prepare for a full scale invasion force. The tropical navy harbours were alive with thousands upon thousands of sailors and technicians, executing their duties with absolute precision and haste.

The Port Ember Security Forces Marine Corps were not lagging behind in effort and preparation, knowing that they would be the spear of any possible future invasion expeditions. They were all hardened veterans, and a sense of excitement hang in the air within the Marine forts.

The Port Ember Security Forces Army was equally busy, already running Combined Arms Combat Simulations all across the island, preparing for a hypothetical invasion. The public was staring at the mass movement of Main Battle Tanks with a mixture of emotions.

The Port Ember Security Forces Air Force immediately called up their entire pool of reserves and started retraining their old pilots, led by the current and fresh veterans. Aircraft of all types and sizes were pushed through workshops for repairs and maintenance, ready for training manoeuvres.

The Port Ember Security Forces Task Force 79 (Special Forces) were not in any particular special mood of preparation, as they were in a constant status of rapid readiness. None the less, intelligence briefings were conducted within secret, dark, smoke filled rooms.

This Mobilization Fever was not only isolated to the mainland, as the colony's of Port Ember - Port Arthur and Braziliztan was also gripped with the same levels of preparation, preparing for both self defense, and possibly adding extra auxiliary combat support to their nation whom they owed allegiance towards. This mobilization was the single largest of its kind in recent memory.

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Port Ember Military Mobilization underway





The Hawk's Nest (Undisclosed Isle within the Ember Archipelago)
Admiral Nathanial Hawk

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The Pirate Admiral's Villa


The Hawk Privateers has always been an… interesting organization. It is a organization which can be summarized as a group of modern, highly trained, expertly equipped pirates for hire. Unlike any other band of modern pirates, these folk did not execute pirating operations against any possible soft target, instead sub contracting their expert services out to a third party.

What makes them even more unique than this fact, is the additional fact that they have occupied an entire isle, setting up a fully functional base of operations where the pirates can train, manufacture logistical support and repair and maintain their state of the art vessels.

Officially, the government of Port Ember does ot believe that this organization exists at all, and even if they did exist - they had absolutely no idea where they were operating from - as no island such as described can possibly exist on the island chain. It's simply just not possible. Unofficially, select members of the Republic knew exactly where these pirates were operating from and what they were capable off. In fact, these very pirates were operating brand new warships obtained from the Port Ember Navy!

Once the retired Admiral Hawk established his business, he made a lucrative arrangement with the ruling government of the day. The government would deny his existence and ensure his island's position remains hidden and free to conduct his business unhindered. In return, the Admiral's pirates would never accept a contract to operate against the Republic's allies, and furthermore accept certain contracts from the government without question. This allowed the Republic to carry out operations in a perfectly clandestine method, with no way of the repercussions being traced back to the government.

A win - win situation for all involved.

Admiral Hawk smiled as he received a coded message per untraceable email, simply reading "Don't eat supper - you have a large batch of incoming ice cream for breakfast.

With love.
G.
"




Empire of Geonal
Imperium Emergrad

Garry Hathaway

Garry Hathaway's face turned into an unnaturally pale white, seemingly turning into a corpse. Or a ghost. Or a ghost of a corpse. The source of his horror and shock came in the form of a very innocent looking text on his burner phone, which simply read
"Good morning sleepy head! Time to wake up and have some coffee! Love you darling." To the untrained eye, this looked like a routine correspondence between Garry and his lover, yet Garry knew better. He knew that this was a very deeply coded message, and the consequences of this simple text was severe. World changing severe.

Garry Hathaway was an interesting fellow, and above all else, he considered himself to be an absolute patriot. He loved his nation more than he could ever possibly love anything or anyone else - nothing on this earth meant more to him than the nation known as the Empire of Geonal.

Besides being and undying patriot, he was known as many other things as well, for example, Crime Boss, Terrorist, Outlaw, Rebel, Nightmare, Miscreant.. to name but a few.

From a young age Garry knew that his nation of birth was the greatest nation on earth, and it deserved to be viewed as such by Her citizens, Her government and by the rest of the world. Garry also knew from a young age that this was not the case, and it would never be the case under the leadership of the reigning monarch - Empress Jane Falcon. The Empress was a sadistic, moronic and incompetent leader, which led to the world brushing their entire nation with the same paint. In response, Garry knew that the Empress needed to fall one day in order for his great nation to become great. This was easier said than done offcourse, as she enjoyed a cult following from the majority of the populace and especially her armed forces. Any idea whatsoever which could be considered "Anti Emperor", was swiftly and brutally crushed. Her iron fist ruling style made opposition foolish and near impossible.

In response, Garry established the Ultra Nationalist Party, a far right political party which would see the Empress dethroned, and establish a Pro-Geonal State in her stead, which would guide the nation towards it's true potential. Soon after Garry realised that his idealism would get him and his entire family murdered, and entered the underworld to remain hidden - and alive. He started to distribute propaganda in the form of underground newspapers and pirate radio stations. He started to recruit young warriors who shared his ideals, but he had done so in a painstakingly slow manner, in an attempt to remain hidden. Unfortunately Garry soon realised that running these operations required funding. He was forced to trade on the black market in order to obtain the necessary funds. This operations expanded a lot faster and more successfully then he could ever imagine, and was in charge of a large scale underworld network. His "Ultra Nationalist Party" was one of the largest drug manufacturers within the Empire, diversified with a lot of other smaller endeavors like armed robberies, illegal fight clubs, nightclubs and strip clubs to name only a few. Unfortunately for Garry, these businesses turned his attention away from his true and original cause, and this frustrated him beyond belief.

Garry however had a very dark secret - he had made a deal with the metaphorical devil many years ago. Due to Garry's rising success in the underworld, he came under the attention of local authorities. Over the years, he appeared on the radar of both the local police and the Geonal Intelligence Agency due to his crime syndicate, extremist views and actions. As the authorities started squeezing closer, he knew that his life would be forfeit very soon. However, a stranger appeared and offered Garry the deal of a lifetime. "Its simple really Gary - you are about to go to prison or get killed. Or both. You know this. This fact is unavoidable. Hell, you can even try to flee the country, but we both know that the Empress' agents will hunt you no matter where you go. So, I can walk away right now, and allow fate to play out… Or.. Or I can make it all go away. I can let the investigation officers… dissapear. I can let the files and intel collected on you disappear. Just.. like… that. I can then continue to keep my guardian angel eyes on you, and ensure that you are never placed in this crazy situation again. You will become invisible to the eyes of the law. All I ask in return is for a small favour. This favour is still unknown to me, and it might not even come. But if it does come, you will act upon it without question and without hesitation. So Mister Hathaway - what say you?" The stranger said. Garry did not even think twice before he replied in the affirmative, the deal was just too good to pass. And besides, it's not like he had any other valid choices.

The stranger was true to his word, the case against him was dropped, and the strange vehicles following him everywhere he went had ceased. Later Garry discovered that the stranger was an active member of the Port Ember Foreign Intelligence Agency, and has thus effectively turned Garry into a sleeper agent for the Port Emberians. Mad at first, Garry felt that this was a necessary evil, as his handler remained true to his word. No matter how large his crime operations had become, the local authorities did not even know of his existence. Even rival crime lords who wanted Garry disposed off disappeared, never to be heard off from again once they threatened his life or operation. Garry had become unstoppable.

Garry had become content with his way of life, despite being frustrated with his lack of actual patriotic actions against his chief enemy, but he consoled himself in the fact that his wealth, power and numbers were on the rise, and this is what he required for when the day would dawn to strike at his enemy. As for the Port Emberian guardian angel, he grew accustomed to having him defending him against threats unseen. Until now that was. He knew very well that the seemingly innocent text was a coded call to arms.

It was time to repay his long line of favours.
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Astares Amauricanum
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Astares Amauricanum » Tue Jul 21, 2020 4:12 pm

Back in Astares Amauricanum...
As Port Ember was uncovering various Geonal agents and cells among their population, in the Federalis Imperium, things were moving too. Both the ACI, Astares Centralis Intelligentsia, and the FIB, Federalis Investigatio Bureau, respectively the foreign intelligence agency and the federal police of the Imperium, had been hard at work too in the past few weeks. Although fortunately (many people would be thanking the Stars for weeks.), the extent of the Geonal infiltration of the Astarian society was less extended due to being more recent.

So far, both the ACI and the FIB had identified and arrested ten Geonal agents, who had come to "test the waters" so to speak, and establish networks of spies on the Imperium's soil. The informations gathered had only been minimal, and the agents had been executed and their bodies fed to the pigs.

Back in Iarann Grudaidh
As they had reported their situation to Commander Downing, Adrean and Anna, along with the rest of the Phantoms and the two Masked Resistance, climb back into their M-ATVs and MRAPs and folllowed the SAU comand vehicle to the Supreme's Leader location.

After a long ride, the armored vehicles arrive to their destination.
Immediatly, the Phantoms jump off their vehicles, two squads holding a terrorist each while the remaining six protect them, as well as the command squad composed of Adrean, Anna,Pavel and Alicia.
One thing to note though, is that now, all of them have taken off their balaclavas revealing their faces,and have put back their black berets on their heads.

"Hey, you two." calls Adrean to two SAU Guards who come to them. "Please find the rest of my men a quiet room for interrogating those two fuckers." He says as her jerks his thumb towards the handcuffed and blinded terrorists. "Get the usual gear for interrogation: car battery, water jerrican with a cloth, some pliers, a wrench, etc."
As the two Iarann guards nod and motion for the Phantoms holding the Masked Resistance rebels to follow them, another one guides Adrean, Anna, Pavel and Alicia through corridors to Georgia's location.

Once they reach the doors to the room where the Supreme Leader is located, Anna speaks to the two guards standing outside.
"Gentlemen," says the Empress with a polite yet firm tone, "I understand that our weapons we're still carrying might upset you a bit, but given what we've done today, we would appreciate if we could keep them with us."
After a few seconds, the two guards look to each other, before shrugging and nodding, opening the doors.

"Hello Georgia." says Adrean as the four Astarians enter the room. "Sorry if we're still in tactical gear and didn't change, but we prefer to stay that way if you don't mind. First of all, please allow my wife,our Guards and me to extend our sincerest condolences to you for the loss of your family members. It's partly our fault, we were at the door, and if only we had been quicker..." sighs the Emperor with sorrow and anger in his voice.
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Iarann Grudaidh » Wed Jul 22, 2020 7:20 am

▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉,
▉▉▉▉▉,IARANN GRUDAIDH

Grudaidhian Intelligence Agency

The Grudaidhian Intelligence Agency was, at least to the public, nonexistent. Officially, there was no trace, no setting up, no headquarters, no operators and no active operations. Unofficially, all that and more was thriving. Following the attacks, the majority of operators were appointed to the discovery and arrest/execution of Geonal spies or Masked Resistance terrorist cells within Iarann Grudaidh, and they did just that… Potential threats were dragged out on their hands and knees as they screamed for their rights to be heard in the dark of night and escorted into the back of unmarked vans, taken to a nonexistent base with a nonexistent detention zone where there’d be a nonexistent interrogation room… You could almost say that Iarann Grudaidh had such a steel grip on the secrecy and security of that Agency that they could do anything and get away with it… Including the disappearance of their greatest threats to public safety.

Walking down the steel plated halls, a woman code-named Ròs - Rose in English - was walking towards the main interrogation room, it was a few hours after the storm had settled and a rat already got caught in the trap. The doors would slide open as she stepped into a damp and moderately dark room, with a small metal interrogation table in the centre and 4 unmarked guards standing at each corner with G36 rifles slung at their chest, ready to be grabbed at a moment’s notice, even the guns were untraceable, no serial numbers, nothing indicating who these men were, their faces were on no Grudaidhian Citizenship system. “Well well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” she’d speak, laying down a CSP-21 on the table and sitting down at the opposite end of the gentleman, careful not to hit her pregnant belly off of the table and resting one hand on it. “Let me lay this out for you, you’re gonna tell me all about your ties with Geonal and Rhinocera.” she’d smile, sorting a strand of her auburn hair back into position and biting onto the nail of her thumb. Watching the man sitting there as he quietly sat with his head facing the table… “Or… You’re going to see just how painful I can make this for you.” a small smile would appear on her face as she pulled a lollipop out of her jacket pocket. Proceeding to unwrap it and pop it into her mouth. Watching the man carefully.

“I’ll tell you nothing, lady. Nothing.” the man would finally speak. Crunch, Ròs would bite into the lollipop as the pressure of her teeth took off a chunk of it, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth and staring at the man. “That is an unfortunate answer, thu amadan.” turning to one of the guards she’d speak to them “gheibh sinn freagairtean.” immediately the guard would retrieve a small kiddy pool and a car battery, placing the kiddy pool under the person’s feet and taking their shoes off while placing the car battery next to them, setting it up so that, at the press of the button, volts would shoot up the man’s body and shock him, causing him immense pain and suffering. “Last chance, duine gòrach” she’d stare at him “otherwise, zap zap.” the man’s face would go pale as he looked at his feet as the kiddies pool slowly filled with water. “Tick, tock, tick, tock” Ròs would speak again, staring into his eyes and popping the lollipop back into her mouth. ”I will tell you noth-” the man would feel every single bolt of electricity as it shot it’s way through his body, screams would erupt from the man as he felt his flesh burn and his muscles spasm from the immense pain that disrupted his very train of thought. A few seconds later she’d stop the electric bolts as the man hyperventilated, trying to gain back his strength. “You want me to turn it back on, coineanach beag?” biting into the lollipop again as another loud crunch echoed throughout the dank room. ”Fine you crazy son of a bitch, I’ll talk! I’ll talk!. Ròs would smile “that was easy, tell me all about your ties with Geonal and Rhinocera.” pulling out a small voice recording device, turning it on and hitting record, awaiting his response. ”I was an expert in covert operations for Geonal a while back… They made me do operations in Iarann Grudaidh for MR troops. Infiltration and hostage negotiation… God damn it.” they’d look broken as the breath escaped their mouth., it surprised Ròs, really, she didn’t expect him to crack so early… So little will to fight for his nation and help them, she was already gaining answers her nation needed in case of an all out and public war. She’d end the recording, slip it into her pocket and speak to the guards “mharbh e e.” [i]kill him before stepping out of the room and walking away from the Interrogation Room, dumping the lollipop in a nearby bin. She’d grab her burner and text a private number. Heya sweetheart! I picked up the groceries and am gonna put them in the summer home like you asked. See you soon. before dropping the phone on the ground and stomping on it, then proceeding to walk out of the building and into an unmarked car, driving off and towards the Supreme Leader’s second house with the answers she was looking for. Like the Port Emberians, the Grudaidhians knew how to work coded messages, and for Rose, it was just a regular day on the job… The office job that is, at a Grudaidhian Alcoholic Beverage office, where she works a 9/5 shift. Let's just say that she really likes her job.




IARANN GRUDAIDH
All Around the Island Nation.

With the Security Threat Level set to Ultra it meant the mass mobilisation of all active military forces. Order 51 meant that Iarann Grudaidhian Defense Forces were to be on full alert. For Sergeant Johnson it meant his squadron was to be sent out patrolling the capital. Soldiers, boots down on the capital, was a semi-common sight with the amount of times that people felt the need to attack Iarann Grudaidh. Troops were sent in twos and did the rounds around blocks, one for each pavement, usually getting the friendly smile from civilians. The police service were to focus on actual calls, beat cops were focused on sorting out crime. Iarann Grudaidh had every potential hotspot covered in military units as humvees drove by. Soldiers were allowed to take small breaks in the event they become fatigued or hungry, the Military Commanders weren't barbarians, after all. Vortex was known as the military's superheroes, delivering a precise and damaging blow to any threat proposed against Iarann Grudaidh, however, they weren't present in the streets. They worked behind the scenes in assistance with the nonexistent Grudaidhian Intelligence Agency capturing terrorists that, as far as the public knew, never stepped foot on Grudaidhian soil, that was never in a city, in a town or village or even your local pub.

The deployment of the navy was something Iarann Grudaidh didn't do much, however, due to Order 51 coming into effect, the entire island nation was deployed into a porcupine tactic… or as some may call it the "fuck with me and get stabbed" tactic… The navy was deployed around the waters of Iarann Grudaidh with their entourage of support ships and resupply ships coming in and out of the Grudaidhian main land, as above in the skies, fighter jets did their patrol routes in order to guard the Grudaidhian main land from threats. Alongside them, Anti Ballistic missiles, SAMs and much more were active across the nation as civilian flights in and out of Iarann Grudaidh came to a complete halt. A costly manoeuvre which would hit the economy eventually, but a worthwhile one for the security of Iarann Grudaidh.




DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader's Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

The Supreme Leader would hear the familiar clicking of the door as the white and gold encrusted doors swung open to reveal none other than the Astrian Empress and Emperor. Immediately noticing the fact they're still in combat gear and have their weaponry on them. She understood the reasoning behind the combat gear, however they were under the watchful eye of hundreds of special forces, and could have been given a weapon if push came to shove. Internally moving on she'd listen to what they had to say, her face remaining as neutral as ever. "Trust me, Adrean, nothing would make me happier than to have those four family members sitting here alongside the rest of my family. However, we overestimated the stability of our enemy. You didn't know that they were going to shoot hostages. Smart, that Empress knows that she can be predictable, throw in an unstable commander with a black market pistol… The plot changes." she'd turn her head up to the head of the Emperor. Before her eyes lit up in remembrance to a letter she saw earlier "ah right, you don't know…" walking over to a desk at the other side of the room and grabbing a piece of paper, folded in half and walking back to the Imperial couple, she'd hand it to the Emperor. "My S.A.U Security Team caught this, sent a few minutes after the Vortex Commander was taken hostage." she'd scan their faces, already knowing their reaction to be rage filled at least. Georgia, however, handled her grief in private. The bad part of a bloodline leadership is the fact that you're trained for said leadership, you don't get that regular childhood or the success of being voted in against the odds. You had training, education and Supreme Leadership Mannerisms and Attitudes classes.

Meanwhile, Ròs was sitting in her car outside the Supreme Leader’s second house, chewing on some gum while fixing her hair, she’d step out of her car and swing her car door shut before locking it. Stretching and grabbing at her pregnant belly once again, she began walking up the clean pavement and to one of the guards as her hands moved down to her sides. ”ID or leave, ma’am.” they’d speak, gripping onto their TCR M203 and watching Rose with extreme precision. Sighing heavily “Of course, agent.” she’d speak, raising her hands to where he can see them and slowly reaching for her ID, the identification card was an all access card into the Supreme Leader’s house, specially made so it was impossible to forge or recreate and only given to those who may need to speak to the Supreme Leader at any given time. Slowly moving her hand into her left jacket pocket and grabbing the ID, pulling it back out and offering it to the gentleman, who would grab it and begin reading it. Before looking up and handing it back to her. ”The Supreme Leader is in a meeting currently, Astrians, be sure not to disrupt too much.” he’d say as she placed her ID back into her pocket. She’d smile at the gentleman and hold onto her pregnant belly while stretching. “Oh, I assure you, this matter takes priority.” she’d watch as the gates slid open and would begin walking down the paved front steps of the house, glancing over to her right she’d notice a large military convoy and some Astrian Special Forces hanging around. Smiling to herself, they all had their rifles, boy were they on edge. She’d reach the front door as the large, dark, luxurious doors opened and she walked through, immediately ascending the staircase and heading to the Supreme Leader’s current location, a goal in her mind. That goal being to transfer the information retrieved from the oh so helpful gentleman, who was, no doubt, properly disposed of, their body untraceable as they lay in a barrel of acid as their bones, their flesh and their organs burned away, alongside the gunshot wound that he received moments after Ròs left, lodged into the centre of his brain and killing him instantly.
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Postby Geonal » Wed Jul 22, 2020 2:11 pm

For the Empress, this was a political nightmare. There were a few things she didn’t predict… 1. That Geonal’s ties with the rebellion would be exposed so soon and that 2. The Masked Resistance Officer would shoot four hostages and send the plan crumbling to the ground. 3. That both Iarann Grudaidh and Port Ember would discover their wide web of spies and moles so quickly and get rid of them so efficiently, and 4 that Iarann Grudaidh would entrap said moles by enacting Order 51, an order she truly forgot about. She had truly underestimated the power and might of her enemy as she sat at her marble office within her palace, two guards at each door. She’d flag down one of the guards. ”ma’am?” the guard would speak, wearing a camo military uniform. “Execute the Commander and tie up all immediately notable loose ends.”

She began scheming the next attack, Iarann Grudaidh was way too protected and on edge to be attacked at this stage, travel in and out of the nation had ceased as martial law was implemented. She hated everything to do with that nation, but she had to admire the swift and precise response to the attack, they’re already back on their feet and working at full speed… Port Ember, though? They’re known to act as the big brother in these scenarios, stepping up to defend their allies, but what if she hit the heart of them, too?

For Iarann Grudaidh their heart was in the capital, the Supreme Family was so deeply loved from the poor to the rich. What is the heart of Port Ember? she thought… and it hit her, like a ton of bricks. Port Ember always has and always will be a pirate nation, they love the seven seas and everything to do with the seas, even their citizens shared this deep love and desire for sailing… Hit their docks, that’s their heart… Kill off a few civilians, who cares? Ensure there’s no confirmation that Geonal was involved in this particular attack, leave no trail… The Empress, unknown to anyone but herself and her team, was using the Masked Resistance, she didn’t care if they were all slaughtered, only if the attack was successful, and this attack will be.

She’d grab a map of Port Ember and stare at it, ports and docks surrounding the nation, marked out and visible, a tourist map one of her team retrieved, looking for the perfect target… And she found it. Ember Docks, a massive combined dock, likely with thousands if not millions going in and out of it daily. Probably easiest to use backpack explosives, grab the ones who are more likely to stay with the backpack, it’s a perfect plan, Security Forces couldn’t search everyone who brought a bag and it is very unlikely for them to be overt if they stay with said bag when it goes off. 5 bombers, 5 epicentres for the explosions… She knew hitting the entire target would leave a chance for high survivor ratings… Not liking that idea she’d think for a moment, before it hit her. Bomb the passenger area. Place one at the main entry-way to that side of the docks, trapping people onto the docks... One near a large cruise ship to cause damage to that… One in the centre and two at each quarter, maybe they could sit down on a bench and eat a sandwich or go into a toilet and explode that too, an attack never seen before against Port Emberians, their deadliest attack to date left a few hundred dead, this would leave 10 thousand dead at minimum, bigger than the majority of attacks against any country in the world, more than that, it was a massive “Fuck you” to the culture and heart of Port Ember… and for both those reasons, it was the most perfect target she could have possibly imagines.

It was that moment that would be the undoing of the Empress, as her true sociopathic and psychopathic tendancies were to come to light.

She’d reach for her burner phone and begin making a call.
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Postby Rhinocera » Wed Jul 22, 2020 10:27 pm

Crete, Rhinocera


They knew now. The cat was out of the bag and they’re would be no putting it back in. The Rhinoceran government would deny it of course. Officially, the revelations would be dismissed as fabrications. The Empire of Rhinocera would not take responsibility for this, or any other, attack.

Regardless, it made little difference. Iarann Grudaidh would condemn, they would even move to retaliate in some way. Perhaps violently, perhaps not. Violence was to be expected, however, as the assassination of the Supreme leader’s family was no trifling matter.

Port Ember’s announcement was more troubling however. Demanding the surrender of a nation’s leader, for prosecution in an international court, was no small matter. They had demanded that the Empire of Rhinocera surrender Supreme Consul Tiberius to stand trial. Obviously, this demand would not be satisfied. The only way they would place the Supreme Consul in custody would be if their soldiers marched into Crete and forcibly removed him. To do that, they would not only be required to wage a war, but they would be required to win one.

Seated at his massive oaken desk, Tiberius fiddled with a pen, a beautiful, golden trimmed, silver bodied pen. As he fiddled with the pen, he contemplated his next move. He had already discussed the plan with his top military officials, General Ragnar had already put things in motion. The signing of the order that was sitting on his desk was more of a formality, a declaration more than an action, though it did enact several civil and domestic measures to better prepare for the storm to come. Still, it had to be signed. Supreme Consul Tiberius, after a few more moments of pondering, laid his signature across the bolder line. It was official now, the Empire of Rhinocera was preparing for war.

Sparta, Rhinocera


The orders were in from the top. Crete was being evacuated, as were the coastal areas. As the citizens left, the army entered. The brass had already determined the most likely avenue of attack from Iarann Grudaidh and its allies. Port Ember, the preeminent master of the seas in the NOSA alliance, did not utilize nuclear powered warships. With that, they had to retain access to fuel while under way, if they were exceeding their natural range. A venture into the Panessos strait to attack Rhinocera, which was the only way to do so, left two ways in.

Attack from the north, which would require tens of thousands of kilometers of sea be navigated before reaching Rhinoceran shores, or from the south, which still required but a fraction of the distance to be traversed. It also came in closest to the Rhinoceran capital, an island off of the Rhinoceran mainland by the name of Crete. The extra distance would leave the supply train vulnerable to a potentially lethal extent. It made no strategic sense for the NOSA forces to come from the north.

With than in mind, orders had already went out to keep the strait under heavy watch. Frigates, small fleet carriers, submarines, and aircraft scoured the strait and its entrances for any sign of the enemy. The main fleet had regrouped in its entirety, save for a few fleets that had been left to maintain security elsewhere, and prepared to engage any approaching fleets of the enemy.

Meanwhile, on land, with the civilians having been evacuated the military was left to its own devices along the coasts and within the capital. Crete, an dominating fortress of an island when given time to prepare, had been locked down and was being reinforced at a staggering pace. Coastal defense positions and batteries had been manned, armed, and put on full alert. The Rhinoceran rail system was working around the clock to deliver what was needed. Launch platforms of all types, soldiers, vehicles, munitions, and everything else was being brought in by the truckload, trainload, shipload, and planeload. Defensive measures of all types were being deployed. If one thing was certain, it was that Rhinocera would be ready.

To: Supreme Leader Georgia of Iarann Grudaidh, President Edward Flint of Port Ember

My fellow leaders of nations, I reach out to you in sympathy for the loss suffered by Iarann Grudaidh, as well as the loss personally suffered by yourself Supreme Leader Georgia. Genuine tragedy has befallen yourself on this day, and for that our sincerest condolences are with you.

With that said, the statements of your allies are blatantly unacceptable, a misguided call for war. The accusations levied against the Empire of Rhinocera are unequivocally untrue. We, as a nation, had no involvement of any kind in the planning or the execution of these attacks. We are not responsible in the slightest for what has transpired. The threats levied in the wake of these false allegations are even more concerning. I will not hand myself over to be tried by international court, for I have done nothing and my nation has done nothing. I have committed no crime, no act of aggression, and certainly no act of state-sponsored terror.

I do, however, invite both of you to send diplomats from your esteemed states, so we may discuss these tragic occurrences and how to continue in their wake. I invite both your own states, the Geonal Empire, and any other state of the North Ocean Strategic Alliance or other allied state to this conference. Let us talk and proceed as civilized peoples before we devolve into blood-thirsted, barbaric action.

Supreme Consul Tiberius, Ruler of the Empire of Rhinocera


To: Empress Jane Falcon
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The attack on Iarann Grudaidh constitute a genuine tragedy. A tragedy that highlights the glaring deficiencies of your nations ability to strike at the enemy with any sense of discretion. There is a leak within your intelligence network. Find it and fix it. Another mishap and you’ll find yourself with one less ally and one more enemy. We cannot afford another lapse.

On the other hand, the Iarann Grudaidh reaction, while impressive, is fundamentally flawed. The implementation of martial law and the shift towards war is a ripple of the operations success. At the moment, they have no true actionable intelligence. While they shout out and brandish their “irrefutable evidence” of our treachery, we will dismiss it as mere fabrications designed to shift the blame towards a convenient entity in order to cover up their own failures in domestic security.

For now, we must wait. Allow the situation as it is to play itself out, do not further instigate the situation. We have time on our side, martial law is not a permanent solution. Wait till the security measures relax, be it weeks, months, or even years. They will let down their guard and when they do, then is the time for action. Do not strike while they are prepared fully, strike when they are sleeping.

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Postby Geonal » Thu Jul 23, 2020 2:56 pm

The Empress would read the letter sent by her dear friends within Rhinocera while biting on her lip. She knew she had to play this smart, she can’t make excuses, it was completely the fault of her Empire which saw the exposure of their involvement… She knew that this next attack would send waves through the Port Emberians. That’s what she wanted, make her target angry enough to act without thinking, to aim at Geonal and Rhinocera and target them without proper information, then come out the victim… The Empress hated Port Ember, and frankly didn’t care about their civilians, all Jane cares about is results, and she was getting them.

She already made the call, her topman within the rebellion was picking out 5 volunteers willing to give their lives, in Geonal, they’ll publicly deny any involvement whatsoever.


Masked Resistance Hideout - Port Ember

For Jacob, this call to arms was a signal that the rebellion is still strong, that the world was still watching them. He believed in the cause that was secretly manipulated into his head by his superiors, even the propaganda which ‘exposed’ the evils of Port Ember, Iarann Grudaidh and Astares Americanum. As he sat at the end of the small mattress, the explosives sitting across from him, the only order being “head to the civilian side of the pier, at exactly noon the bomb will go off, you will do the rebellion and your hometown proud, glory be with you.”

He breathed and began to pray, he prayed to his god that he’d go out with the bomb… And that he’ll see his god soon. As he let out another heavy breath and opened his eyes, he grabbed the rucksack and got into his car, making sure to drive carefully to his destination… that being the pier, he was dressed as everyone else was, with a little rucksack, to an unassuming person he was just a man about to go on a trip or just heading out for a walk. How foolish. His thoughts were swirling when he approached the bench and placed the rucksack right next to him, a small part of him knew he should run, but a large part of him knew that it would cause suspicion and he’d likely be hunted down through every corner of Port Ember, Geonal, Iarann Grudaidh, hell even half way across some world if he sat on a 2x2 square metre of land he’d surely have 50 boats pursue him, he didn’t know what time the bomb would go off, only that it would… and it would soon… the boardwalk under him surely would vanish, entrapping people on the passenger bay of the docks. So, he sat there, waiting for the impending doom.

Time passed, he and the other 4 were all in position. He was ready, he was excited, hyped and ready to face death in the eye, then suddenly… Boom. Five explosions created gigantic fireballs as the floor underneath them evaporated into nothing. Screams followed almost immediately as the impact flattened people to the ground, shattering bones as the flames engulfed them. The explosions happened in the blink of an eye, reaching high up into the sky, the floorboards underneath them quickly burning up as fire began to spread. Civilians began diving into the water or onto boats in order to get away from the flames that were already engulfing thousands upon thousands. In the blink of an eye, over 6 thousand were dead and plenty more severely injured… In the blink of an eye, countless families were wrecked with the news that their children, their brothers, their sisters, their parents, their grandparents, their husbands, girlfriends, wives or husbands weren’t coming home, weren’t going to greet them again, they weren’t going to have that magical proposal, that next anniversary, that holiday planned for the next week, wasn’t happening, that all that would greet them was grief and pain as the people closest to them were ripped painfully from their arms, even for those who would survive, they will never forget the moment their entire life changed forever, that they weren’t going to be the same ever again.


The Davidson Family - Port Ember

“Come on kids! We’re going to be late.” a woman with short blonde hair would say, a small smile plastered on her face as her kids came racing down the stairs. “Joe, tie your shoes, you’re gonna trip!” she’d speak as she instinctively reached out to grab him, there was no need. He’d sit down at the bottom step and quickly tie his shoes. “Done mommy!!” he’d proudly proclaim as he bounced up from his seating position. She’d grab her car keys and open the door as her two kids sped out and to the gate, opening it and running for the car, meanwhile she locked the door and tried her best to catch up to them. Reaching the car, she’d make sure her two little angels were securely buckled as she started the engine of the car and got in the drivers seat, before closing her own door behind her, doing her usual routine, checking the mirrors for any marks or people behind her, also making sure her kids are settled before turning on the radio station so they could listen to some music, it was quite a short drive as her house was situated near the seaside, she was able to bargain for a day off as the local school was shut for the day, she decided to spend the time letting her kids explore the seaside. Miss Davidson loved the seaside growing up, like most kids her age, and kids for generations before and after her, it was almost unspoken that every kid in Port Ember wanted to explore those seven seas… Likely hoping they might meet a mystical animal which would get them out of school forever. She began her leisurely drive down to the docks, listening to the radio station and occasionally making sure to check on her kids in the back seat, they were quite patient for young children, that’s what she loved most, that they knew if they waited quietly what they wanted most that week would arrive, and it’d be so great for them.

She eventually pulled up to the docks and parked at her usual spot, which was normally vacant. She’d turn off the engine and unbuckle her seatbelt “well kids, here we are!” she’d open her door, before opening the back one to let her two children out, who began running in the direction of the docks, cheering oh so happily. “Jack, Joe, wait up!!!!” she’d quickly close the doors and lock her car before running after them, she knew where they were going, the passenger terminal. She’d try her best to catch up with them, but she wasn’t quite the pro-athlete, or, for that matter, a kid with way too much speed and way too much energy. She took a moment to catch her breath, just a bit away from the passenger terminal, watching her kids as they were already running up to a bench, likely to wait on her, when suddenly… Boom a loud set of explosions ripped out through the sky and her kids were well and truly dead… Not that she’d know, the shockwave sent her to the floor and knocked her out immediately, the last thing she’d hear was the screams of those further back before darkness overcame her.


And so, the attack which wasn't authorized by Rhinocera, or even passed by them ran it's course and did a painstaking amount of damage, more importantly, there was not a single trace leading the thread back to Geonal, no hard evidence that couldn't be dismissed by the wave of a hand. There was nothing the Port Emberians could grip onto for just a glimmer of hope, of course people will BELIEVE it's Geonal, but they wouldn't truly know. The Empress knew her throne was going to be lost, but she didn't care, her enemies were bleeding... and that was so worth it.
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Postby Astares Amauricanum » Thu Jul 23, 2020 3:05 pm

When Georgia handles them the letter, Adrean and Anna open it with calm hands, as Pavel and Alicia join them too. However, the more their eyes go downwards as they read, the more the rage and the cold determination appear on their faces.

Immediatly after their finished, Adrean snaps a picture of the letter with his Data Glove Paired on his left forearm, before typing a message and sending it, nodding to Pavel and Alicia who retreat to a corner of the room, their left hands on their earpieces.
"Well, now the cat's out of the bag as the saying goes." says the Emperor to Georgia with a cold and determined tone, perfectly matching his and his wife's face expression. "Unfortunately, as we were told what you discussed with President Flint, we can't invade those scumbags. If it was only to me and my wife, we would gladly do it right now, if only Geonal's forces weren't that high, and the fact we are currently overhauling most of our armed forceens system, from comms to new software. So their state of readiness for an expeditionary campaign would right now not be at its best.
-Indeed." continues Anna, before pointing at Pavel and Alicia in their corner. "As we speak, those two are contacting our Secretary of Defense, Patrick Barrera, to check the readiness of the rest of our forces."
As she says that, she sees Pavel and Alicia nod one final time, before coming back to them.
"Patrick just confirmed to us that the complete overhaul will be completed in two weeks as planned. So, for now, we only have our two incoming Imperial Guard Divisions and our three carrier battlegroups.
-Have the ships unload the Divisions on Grudaidh soil, then have the carriers join the Iarann Navy, before being ready to move towards Geonal to probe their defense." orders Adrean.

As Pavel nods and starts typing rapidly on his Data Glove Paired, the doors open again, and then comes in a woman with auburn hair, evidently pregnant, and strangely, a bit laid back compared to everyone else, who is scrambling to arms.
"Well, seems like one of your people has something for you." says Anna to Georgia. "While you speak to her, we'll be standing to the side to send a message to President Flint."

And so, the Imperial Couple join their two colleagues in a corner, sitting in a corner and taking tablets from their backpacks. On their way, they salute Ros (whose name they ignore.) "Good afternoon Ma'am. Congratulations on the upcoming baby." They say with warm smiles.




From: Keisaer Adrean Blachkor and Keisaerina Anna Blachkor.
To: President Edward Flint of Port Ember.
Encryption: Maximum
Dear Edward,
Sorry if we don't use all the honorifics our respective positions mandate us to use in communications between Heads of State, but as we three will agree, this is not the time. We'll try to be straight to the point.
First, as Georgia may or may have not already told you, we, alongside our Personal Guards, were the Astarian Spec Ops who assaulted her mansion and helped neutralize the Masked Resistance. Although to our sadness, we weren't fast enough to prevent the deaths of some hostages, though we captured the commander and one of his minions. We will be interrogating him shortly.

Second, we have also been made aware of the correspondence between Geonal and Rhinocera, as well as the reactions of both Iarann Grudaidh and Port Ember. We won't lie to you, we estimate that uncovering our move straight after is a bit foolish, and does not caught our enemies off guard. But what's done is done.
Anyway, concerning our participation in a future move against Geonal and/or Rhinocera, unfortunately, our Secretary of Defense Patrick Barrera confimed to us that the massive system overhaul our armed forces, and especially our navy, are undergoing will not be achieved before two weeks. That means that currently, we only have the two Imperial Guard Divisions and the three carriers battlegroups we've mobilized for this operation. If you want, we can send them to you if you want to start moving near Geonal's coast. But otherwise, we won't have any reinforcements available before two weeks. Not to mention our forces are still in alert due to a possible COVID19 resurgence.

Don't worry, we will all see that those who dared attack our ally, and therefore us by extension, shall be brought to justice. The only question now is how do we proceed best to achieve that objective.

Regards
Adrean,
Anna.




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After having gathered all the necesary tools to interrogate the two captured terrorists, the rest of the Phantoms, led by Phillip and Catherine Smetov, respective callsigns Reaper 1 and Devil 1, are now waiting to begin.
"Look guys," says Phillip to the Iarann's Guards who helped them set uo everything, "we know that somewhere, your Supreme Leader has people who are tasked with this job. And while I am not against interrogating those two bastards along with my wife and our buddies, can you please get on the line to call some of your own interrogators here? Because I don't think they will be speaking twice." he adds with a sinister tone as he looks back towards the terrorists, still blindfolded qnd currently attached to small metal chairs.



As Iarann Grudaidh forces were scrambling to protect their nation, after some hours of sailing at full speed, the Astarian fleed consisting of the three carrier battlegroups and the transport ships holding the two Imperial Guard Divisions are now approaching by the East the wall consisting of the Iarann's Navy surrounding the nation.
"Iarann's Nqvy Headquarters, this is the Astarian 3rd Fleet, requesting permission to enter your waters and dock to land oir troops." Is the message sent.
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The Captain's Villa - Port Ember Presidential Residence and Office


Edward was working late again within his office tonight, his wife and child had already came to bid him a fair night as they retired for the evening. These recent turbulent times meant that Edward spent all the more time on work, and less time with his family. This was frustrating to say the least as he was married for merely a year when he assumed office - his only daughter born shortly after. This meant that it was not feasible for the President to spend nearly as much time with his young family as he would like on a normal day, not even considering the turbulent times they found themselves in at the moment. Edwards's wife was a saint luckily, and understood the sacrifices that her husband were duty-bound to make. Still, understanding or not, it was not easy for any member of the Flint family. The hardest part of all was the fact that Edward conducted almost all of his work from within the Captain's Villa - the Presidential residence and office. This meant that although he was at home for the majority of a waking day, he still could not spend any actual time with his wife and child, which was not easy for a four year old daughter to understand.

While Edward was seated upon his blackened crocodile leather rotary office chair, he opened a gold lined and diamond encrusted wooden box which stood proudly atop his hand crafted ebony desk, removing one of his signature cigars. He was not particularly fond of smoking, but he had taken up the habit no less, as a suit wearing, fedora clad man smoking a thick proudly Port Emberian cigar has always been the cultural epitome of class and power. While igniting his cigar, he glanced down unto the table, staring at two dossiers marked for immediate attention.

The first dossier was filled with incoming intelligence reports - troublesome intelligence reports. The dossier in question consisted out of a myriad of intelligence snippets relating to the situation within the Empire of Rhinocera. The crux of the report informed the Boss that the Empire in question was under full swing with mobilization for all out war. The following were the highlights of report:

1 The main Rhinoceran fleet had regrouped and massed back within their home port.

2. The Rhinoceran fleet had taken up active patrols within the Panessos strait.

3. The Capital city of Crete were evacuated, leaving the city morbidly empty and spooky. The citizens were replaced with soldiers, effectively turning the capital into one massive military fortress.

4. The island's defences were actively being reinforced and bolstered - especially focusing on the coastal defence installations.

5. The city turned fortress of Crete turned into a logistical hub, with supply lines working overtime on supplying the defence effort.

As Edward closed the dossier, a polite chuckle escaped his lips as a range of emotions coarsed through mind and body. These reactions from this nation was spurred on by a single simple statement he made publicly - demanding that Supreme Consul Tiberius stand trail for his alleged involvement in the terror attack which was orchestrated against Iarann Grudaidh. Edward felt his ego immensely stroked by the fact that his words held so much weight and power within the international community. Another factor which pleased Edward was that the very actions taken to safeguard their nation, would be the downfall of them. Edward knew that waging war involved a myriad of spheres, and thus a war could be won without firing a single shot from a firearm. His potential enemy had taken the bait and was over preparing for a possible invasion. The economic consequences of these decisions had the potential to cause even more damage to their nation than a full scale invasion would, and without the consequences upon the Port Emberians. The Rhinoceran government had evacuated an entire city, which would lead to an unprecedented closure of businesses and loss of employment. The closure of the manufacturing base would soon see a shortage of goods, which would cause unimaginable price hikes and rise of inflation. Furthermore the complete and utter loss of confidence from international investors will cause their currency to collapse, making it near impossible to import the goods now desperately needed. The mass deployment of its armed forces was yet another factor which would cause immense harm to the economy, as the monetary implications were staggering to deploy such a force, and the mass consumption of goods and produce would place even more strain on the suffering economy. It will not take long for the economy to suffer a total crash, and its jobless, hungry citizens burning and looting the nation back into the stone age out of hunger, desperation and anger. And the best part of it all was that all this would be due to the own actions of their government, even without the incoming international sanctions which Port Ember had called for.

Upon opening the second dossier he discovered that it contained communique from two nations - marked secret and encrypted - addressed to Edward personally. The first document was from none other than his new potential enemy - Rhinocera. Without reading it, Edward moved on to the second correspondence and noticed it was from his "friend of a friend" - Astares Amauricanum.

This letter was read, studied and reread before Edward started typing up his personal response.

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Official Correspondance From The Republic of Port Ember


From:

The Republic of Port Ember; Office of the President

To:

The Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum

Attn:

Keisaer Adrean Blachkor;
Keisaerina Anna Blachkor.

Subject: RE: Personal Correspondence

Encryption: Highest


Your Majesties.

I sincerely am humbled to discover that my own nation and my allies in the form of Iarann Grudaidh are still fortunate enough to be able to count upon friends such as yourself during these troubling times, without even having the need for calling upon you. Know that we will not forget your friendship.

I am well aware of your personal involvement of the operation to defend the top cadre of Iarann Grudaidh against our common enemies, and would like to thank you again for your dedication to justice and friendship. Please do not blame yourself for those who perished - if it were not for your valiant actions, we should be mourning for many more lives.

I understand your frustration by our actions of revealing the uncovered secrets, but I take slight offense in calling my actions 'foolish'. Granted it may appear as such at first glance, but understand that there are more ways than one to utilize in order to deliver a blow to the opposition. I have opted to reveal the involvement of our enemies in order to provide a face in the darkness. This have opened them up to swift international pressure and economic sanctions, which will prove an invaluable weapon. Know that our enemies are not the sort who bows to diplomacy - but they have no safeguards against economic ruin.

Lastly, My nation are indebted to you for being willing to stand shoulder to shoulder amongst our brave soldiers in waging a possible conventional war. The fact that your nation have not yet been bloodied personally by these vermin, combined with the fact that no treaty compels you, yet still extending your hand - is a truly admirable gesture. I take note of your delays in preparing your armed services for total war - please rest easy in the knowledge that both Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh has already completely mobilised, and can thus hold the fort so to speak, should it become necessary. Please note that the remaining nations of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance will also stand with us when the need dictates such an event. Despite all the preparations and contingencies being brought into play, I am remaining hopeful in a resolution to our current challenges which does not involve a conventional conflict. I sincerely wish you will support me with this restraint for the current moment. For now the best course of action would be to establish a hard and total trade sanction project against both our enemies, and to instigate those nations under your influence to do the same.

I wish to stress that all nations involved needs to prioritize the economic collapse of our enemies, the ruthless collection of intelligence and the total purge of terror cells within our nations.

I bid you only the warmest of regards.

To your Health & Wealth!!!

SIGNED

President Edward Flint



When Edward was satisfied with his correspondence to Astares Amauricanum, he commenced the rereading of the communique sent from Rhinocera. Edward sighed deeply upon finishing it. He found the letter contained exactly - almost to the letter - which he expected to find contained within even before reading it. The same old rhetoric of "It wasn't us! We know nothing man! Stop threatening us! You want war why!?" It would seem that every pariah state on the planet learned their tricks of the trade from the same odd "How to be a Pariah State" handbook. Edward laughed softly at his own joke as he started compiling his reply.

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Official Correspondance From The Republic of Port Ember


From:

The Republic of Port Ember; Office of the President

To:

The Empire of Rhinocera

Attn:

Supreme Consul Tiberius.

Subject: RE: Terror Attack in Iarann Grudaidh

Encryption: Highest


Supreme Consul Tiberius.

I wish to apologise beforehand for any possible insulting tone which this correspondence might or might not form upon reading it - forgive me, as I currently am in no mood to feel humble or apologetic due to the situation we find ourselves within.

I will afford you a rare gift of being blunt and straightforward with you Sir, and inform you that I am not pleased with your response to my very fair and just request

My nation have come to be in possession of evidence which draws a very clear and concise link between the Empire of Rhinocera, the Empire of Geonal, and the terror attack launched by the terror group known as the Masked Resistance - and unfortunately no amount of diplomatic wrangling - or mass military mobilization - will convince me of your innocence.

Furthermore, I wish to make it abundantly clear that I have never threatened the Empire of Rhinocera with war - I requested for you to do the honourable thing and prove your innocence upon a neutral format. I believe that my request was more than just and fair - and dare I say even generous. Trust me Sir - one would know if my nation decided to make a threat.

Lastly, your refusal to appear before a neutral inquiry for investigating your implicated role in state sanctioned terrorism is an insult to the just free world which the international community is attempting to establish and uphold. You claim your refusal is due to your innocence- yet you vehemently refuse to prove this. If one were innocent, one would have no fear to prove such.

It is due to these mentioned reasons which I will continue to uphold my total trade sanctions against your nation, and will continue to advocate other nations to do the same. This will not cease until you can prove that you are committed to the upholding of international morality and decency.

In conclusion, my nation are no hippocrates, and will always remain loyal supporters to fairness to the same degree which we have come to expect from other nations, and thus hereby agree to attend a diplomatic summit to discuss the grave matters at hand.

To your Health & Wealth!!!

SIGNED

President Edward Flint



When Edward was satisfied with both correspondences, he handed it over for processing, in order for it to receive the required encryption and then be forwarded to its intended recipients. Edward could finally retire for the evening and could only hope for a calmer tomorrow.




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Port Ember Broadcasting Corporation

BREAKING NEWS

TERROR ATTACK AT THE PORT


Waterstad Borough; Port Ember Megalopolis; Republic of Port Ember

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A series of massive explosions have ripped through the Ember Docks only two hours ago and have caused unimaginable damage and loss of life.

Numerous preliminary witness reports states that a total of five large scale explosions detonated at precisely the same moment, scattered all over the Passenger Terminal of the Port.

Rescue efforts are ongoing as a firestorm have broken out upon the Port, and has trapped many survivors between the ocean and the raging fire, threatening to consume even more lives.

Two civilian cruise liners docked within the Port at the time of the explosion appears to have been struck by the explosions, causing it to sink and trapping those on board.

The Port Ember First Responder Services are all on scene, attempting to salvage this disaster and save those whose lives remains in danger. The Port Ember First Responder Services have urged all civilians to stay away from the area and keep the roads and skies clear of traffic in order not to impede on the rescue efforts. They have also urged all medical personnel to rush towards any and all medical facility across the capital in order to effectively deal with the titanic rush of victims.

The President of the Republic, President Edward Flint and the Minister of Defense, Minister Jan Breytenbach have been spotted on the scene, attempting to aid in the rescue efforts.

The following short statement has been released by the Port Authority:
"The explosions which have ripped through the Port has the signature of a systematic and calculated terror attack. It is impossible to indicate the true extent of loss of life statistics, but an early estimate runs at seven thousand deceased and probably twice that injured. Additionally, there are still thousands of people trapped upon the piers and upon the sinking cruise liners, being threatened by the raging firestorm. We are doing what we can to save lives, so we need the public to stay away from the area for now and keep the roads open. We need to work together to ensure it does not get worse than it allready is."
Harbor Master Eddy Brady

The Port Ember Broadcasting Corporation will keep the public informed as the situation evolves.

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Postby Iarann Grudaidh » Mon Jul 27, 2020 6:06 am

DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader's Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

Rose stood at the entrance to the doorway and nodded at the two security guards, her hair fixed in a ponytail, hands in her pockets as she fiddled with an unopened lollipop. The security guards would open the doors wide as she walked through, eyes in the room turning to her. Hearing the Imperial couple and their guards congratulate her on the baby. “Thank you, it is very appreciated.” she’d nod at them before turning to the Supreme Leader, pulling out the small recording device. “Here is the evidence you were looking for, even more proof of their involvement. I’ve worked my magic.” she’d smile. ”Perfect, Ròs, thank you. Check the basement, the Astarians have left us a present.” the Supreme Leader would smile, placing the recording device in her pocket as she gestured to the door with a smile. Ròs, taking that opportunity, smiled back and walked to the basement, her heels making an audible click on the marble flooring.

She arrived at the basement with a small smile “Hello hello!” she’d greet as she walked up to them at a decent pace. “Call me Ròs or Rose, Head of Interrogation.” her eyes went dark at the last part, a simple bluff to protect the security of the Intelligence network they had in place “Ah, I see, he’s the Commander of the terror attack, correct?”




GRUDAIDHIAN WATERS,
IARANN GRUDAIDH

Naval Headquarters of Iarann Grudaidh
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“Sir!” a private would call over the Commanding Officer within the command tower of the Iarann Grudaidh Naval Headquarters. The CO would gaze over to the private with his hazel eyes before swiftly marching over to him. “We have confirmation of a large fleet entering the nation, appears to be Astarian.” When suddenly a crackle of the radio silenced the room as it came to life, listening to the words the CO would walk over to it and pick it up. ”Astarian Third Fleet, be advised, you have clearance to dock, send your transport ships to the main docking bay.” he’d look at the privates around him and put down the radio before advising the ground soldiers stationed on the base to look out for the fleet’s arrival.




DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader's Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

It was a little later in the day and the Supreme Leader had left her meeting with the Imperial Couple as she sat at her white and gold encrusted desk which sat in the centre of a newly renovated office space, a lot brighter than before. She heard two knocks on her door as her secretary walked into the room. “Ma’am, a letter from the Rhinocera Government.”

This immediately caught her attention as she leaned forward and grabbed at the letter. “Thank you, dismissed…” she’d reply, before quickly grabbing a letter opener and opening the letter with care and delicacy. Before taking it out and unfolding it. She’d begin reading, stifling a laugh here and there before chucking it on the table and thinking to herself. What if she used this to her advantage? The Supreme Leader seemingly had one more trick up her sleeve, she began drafting a letter of her own.

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From the Office of the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh


From:
Georgia Grudaidh
Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
Supreme Consul Augustus
Supreme Consul; Empire of Rhinocera

Subject: RE: Terror Attack in Iarann Grudaidh
Encryption Level: Maximum

Supreme Consul Augustus,

Under the current events which my nation is in, I have no time to beat around the bush, so I will keep this as short as possible. Our teams intercepted a letter directed from Geonal to yourself, we are continuing investigations regarding the involvement of the Empires of Rhincera and Geonal regarding the attack against my nation.

Secondly, for clarification, I have not threatened your nation with war, neither has Port Ember, my curiosity peaks when I find that you have not only acted as if we have threatened the very core of your nation, but the fact that you have evacuated your capital, this continues to provide reasoning for investigation.

If you are truly as innocent as you like to state you are, then I request you heed President Flint’s advice, for if not, it will only incriminate you further.

Glòir do Iarann Grudaidh,


Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh



Before she could do anything more, two of her security guards burst in alongside her personal representative to Port Ember. “Ma’am, there’s been a terror attack at the Ember Docks, passenger terminal.” they’d speak, before one of the guards shut the door behind him, the small smile that previously was visible on her face quickly vanished as she grabbed the small letter, opened a drawer and placed it in, keeping her eyes locked on the representative. “What the fuck!? How many…” she’d trail off at the end but they knew what she was wondering. ”How many people dead? Likely over 5000… How many on the pier at the time? Likely in the tens of thousands.”” as the news hit her like a flash flood, she immediately knew who was responsible for the worst attack in Port Emberian history… Geonal. “Send a letter to be passed onto the President of Port Ember stating that we’re able to provide support if required.” she’d pause for a moment “and contact my press secretary, I want to make a speech.”

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she shooed them off and began planning her next speech, already knowing how her critics would react to the speech and that she’d have to get it right, she opened up her laptop and began typing, trying to come up with the perfect speech.

”Ma’am, they’re here to see you” she heard her press secretary as they quickly knocked and opened the door. “Thank you, I’ll be one moment.” she’d say, printing out the finished speech, stretching before standing up and reaching for her suit jacket, putting it on and attaching the two buttons near the bottom of it… Glancing over to a cigar box which laid neatly upon a shelf which reached near the ceiling of the room, made of pure ebony wood and the Port Emberian coat of arms which laid neatly upon the top of it… Thinking back to that day, a small smile appeared when she recalled the unprofessional manner she greeted him, acknowledging she learned since then. She’d walk up to it and admire it for a moment, looking at the pure gold lock. On top of the coat of arms was a small key, for the padlock. Grabbing the key and unlocking the box, she’d see the 10 cigars laid neatly within it before closing and locking it again, that small smile staying on her face. An easier time she thought to herself before walking back to her desk and opening a drawer, looking through it and finding a Port Emberian pin which was sitting above a small booklet. She’d grab it and attach it to her jacket, doing the same with a Grudaidhian one which laid on her desk… A sign of solidarity, of respect.

She’d grab the piece of paper and grab at her door handle, opening it slowly, turning off the lights to the room and locking the door behind her before pacing to the press room, her security team, doubled in numbers since last time, in tow. Learn from your mistakes, fix what’s broken, do your job, Georgia she thought to herself as she came close to the glass doors, podium in sight.

One of her guards would open the door as she placed towards the podium, set down her piece of paper and looked up at the international news reporters who sat opposing the Podium.

"My fellow Grudaidhians and the world beyond, as all of you likely know that tonight Port Ember was attacked. The attack targeted civilians, in fact it was directly in the passenger terminal of a dockyard in Port Ember." she’d look down at the piece of paper in front of her, holding back her emotions like an incoming tsunami which wanted to breach the floodgates. She’d look back up. “The severity of this attack is yet unclear, though what is clear that this is likely the biggest attack in Port Emberian and maybe even Northern Ocean history… A death toll so high. I have a few things I’d like to speak about.” she’d pause, for the first time the Supreme Leader felt like the world was crumbling, like human rights were failing. Trust me, she didn’t really fully believe in human rights but she would never allow such an attack to go silent, she was going to scream from the rooftops as she violently slaughtered the people who dared test her patience, who dared kill innocent Northern Ocean civilians with the click of a finger. “Firstly I’d like to send my most heartfelt of sympathies to the people of Port Ember, from the wealthiest to the poorest of Port Emberians. I know your pain because I have been living through it. I know your pain because I walk into the bedrooms of the 4 of my family members who were ruthlessly assassinated and I look in the mirrors they used every morning to get ready for the day ahead of them with the knowledge they won’t get used again, the books they never finished reading, the photos hung up on the wall or the poster of their favourite movie… Never to be touched again. I want you to know from the bottom of my heart, I am here for you, my nation is here for you.

Secondly, I am publicly denouncing the acts taken by the terrorists and formally request that any and all nations which may harbour or hold the terrorists responsible for the deaths of countless civilians use the means necessary to bring these people to justice. I am announcing for the heads of all major figureheads within this cell to be brought to justice for acts of terror, the likes of which Northern Ocean has never seen." she'd stare coldly into the camera, wanting to burn the world for what they've done to Northern Ocean, and her family.

"My government is in communication with the Port Emberian government regarding the enquiry as to who is responsible for the attack. An attack which is extremely close to the one which took place on my soil by members of the terror group known as the Masked Resistance. I have my doubts and feelings about the matter, but I assure you that I will only speak facts during the broadcasts which may follow.

I want you all to know, my men will ensure that Northern Ocean will continue to provide safety and security for their citizens. Thank you one and all." The Supreme Leader would end her speech and walk out of the room as a flurry of questions erupted behind her, a keen eyed journalist may have noticed that the Grudaidhian flag which was attached to the roof of the building was at half mast, tiny details with big meanings… Like the two pins attached to her suit jacket.

The Supreme Leader returned to her office and sat down, enjoying the quiet for a moment… the quiet before the flurry of information came in the morning.




BAYTON FALLS,
LORLYN, IARANN GRUDAIDH

12 Rose Street

“BREACH” in a moment, that call ensured the busting down of the front and back entrance as Vortex agents began sweeping throughout the house, hunting for someone or something. It was 2:01am. “Ma’am, there’s no sign of it, they got away.” and at that moment, a loud buzzer aired overhead within the facility, signifying the end of the training exercise as the agents took off their helmets and lowered their bandanas as the sweat trickled down their faces… One of the agents would hand his friend a water bottle and smile at him, when a Vortex Captain called out for them to gather in two lines, shoulder to shoulder.

“It seems you can’t get your heads around the training exercise, agents.” she’d sigh for a second and rest her head in her palm, before thinking for a moment. “Okay, get some rest, be ready for oh seven hundred, you have a long day tomorrow.” she’d nod at them as the group dispersed. A gentleman would walk up to her “Micheal, the task force is going as expected, a couple more rounds storming this place and they’ll learn what they’re doing.” she’d nod to him, before taking a swig of a water bottle which laid next to her. ”Good, the Supreme Leader is anxious and wants capable soldiers ready. he’d look down for a moment before continuing, his hazel eyes going dark. ”She has reason to believe that our allies are gonna hit back hard… Our defense forces need to be ready for retaliation to that. The captain would nod “she’s doing an impossible job, keeping herself in check and leading us into battle all while continuing to look sweet for the cameras, it’s impressive.” she’d smile, since she was younger she always had a good feeling about the Supreme Leader and the position it held, more than likely due to the propaganda that converted her into such a mindset, however, to her it was the pride she felt to be Grudaidhian, that she was just super patriotic. “I mean, she’s getting us to hunt through every corner of Iarann Grudaidh to ensure something like this never happens again.” she’d look him in the eyes. ”Tell me about it, either way, they’re learning, I’ll inform her as such and that the status of this task force will be clear in 2 days. See you then he’d smile softly as they saluted each other and went their separate directions.

The objective of this task force? High stakes anti-terror operations within government facilities, taking place in a moderately sized town in an old facility, numerous types of floor plans and routes, numerous scenarios for each building. Vortex wasn't ready, that was the first mistake, the second was that their response was weak, these had to be fixed. Failure was not an option.
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Astares Amauricanum » Mon Jul 27, 2020 3:20 pm

Evac Point Alpha Basement.
"Good afternoon Miss Ros." Reply Catherine and Phillip, along with their squads Reaper and Devil, the rest of the Phantoms having gone away to settle their things in the building. "Reaper 1 and Devil 1." They continue as they introduce themselves. "Indeed, this little rascal is the Masked Resistance Commander we captured during our assault. As you can see, we were already ready to start making him talk." continues Phillip as he points to the various objects around, the car battery, the water jerrican with a cloth, etc..."But since you're here, we would gladly watch and learn how you would handle it." he finishes with a smile.




Navy Docking Bay
As they confirm the reception of the message sent by the Grudaidhians, the Astarian transport ships dock at the designated spots, and start to unload the first waves of men and vehicles, while the three carriers now position themselves midway between the shore and the Iarann Navy protecting the Island, ready to reinforce a weak spot in the naval wall formed by the massive fleet.




For Adrean, Anna, Pavel and Alicia, who had been given a spot in a corner to rest and work, the news hit like a hammer. Port Ember was struck too at a naval passenger terminal, death toll already in the thousands and still rising.
Although they could have cried or storm in a rage, those things did not matter, the deed was done. So, with once again their trademark cold determination in their hearts and minds, the Imperial Couple and their two Personal Guard Commanders took their laptops and began to type messages, one for their wounded ally, the other for their enemies.

From: Emperor Adrean Blachkor and Empress Anna Blachkor
To: President Edward Flint, Port Ember
Encryption: Maximum

Dear Edward,
First of all, thank you for your kind words. You're right, no treaty compels us to help you in any way, but do friends always need written things before helping each other? We don't think so. We do it because we want it, and also, because we're good at it. And we will continue to do so as long as this situation remains.
You're right though, economic measures are a good way to start. But to be honest, we feel Geonal and Rhinocera won't go down with just that. We will have to send the thunder in their lands at one moment or the other.
As for us not having been struck by those bastards, it's a good thing for us. We were just told that Geonal agents had been captured on our soil, but apparently, they were just starting to set up preliminary measures to set up future cells. So, since we've eliminated those few agents, and now have all our intelligence services at high alert, we shall not fear an attack from the inside.
So, for now, while Geonal and Rhinocera are focused mostly on you, we finish our preparations, and when we are ready we shall appear and engage them too.

But unfortunately, that time has come sooner than expected. In the name of the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum, its people, and ourselves, please accept our sincerest xondolences for the death of your compatriots. We know what it's like, we felt it in 2001 when al-Qaida struck Nova York and the Pentagon, killing more than three thousand innocent civilians. Just like back then, this attack shall not go unanswered. Which is why we shall send a private message to Geonal and Rhinocera, telling them there's a new player in the field.
In the meantime, know that Astares Amauricanum stands with Port Ember in its time of need, and that if you need anything, we shall provide it to the best of our capabilities.

Regards
Adrean Blachkor
Anna Blachkor.


Now, it was time to move on to the second message.
From: Emperor Adrean Blachkor and Empress Anna Blachkor
To:
  • Empress Jane Falcon, Empire of Geonal.
  • Supreme Consul Augustus, Empire of Rhinocera
Encryption: Maximum

Greetings,
You haven't heard of us yet, but we've already heard of you a lot, and not in good.
We know what you did to Iarann Grudaidh, setting up a terrorist group to attack the Supreme Leader and her family. We know that you are most likely behind what just happened in Port Ember. And we know you've been trying to do the same in our own nation, the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum.
Unfortunately, that last point didn't work, and all your agents that were in our territory are now lost to history. But despite your two narions not having wounded us yet, know that we shall not stay passive. You have hurt two of our very dear friends, and foe that, you shall pay it the same.

So, Jane, Augustus, we only have one thing to say to you: tadaa motherfuckers, a new player has entered the battlefield. And this one is not afraid to shed blood by whole tanks if need be.
So, you can do what you want, evacuate your capital and turn it into a fortress, this will change nothing. Astares Amauricanum is now an znemy of your two nations.
So, prepare some lubricant, because your throats are in for things not safe to say in front od children.

Adrean
Anna


Once that is done, Adrean closes his laptop, before closing his eyes for a few seconds and sighing.
Once he's done, he stands up from his seat, before going towards a nearby Iarann Guard
"Excuse me, but can you please tell Georgia we need to see her ASAP? He asks to the soldier. "And also, can you see that our Guards, my wife and I have a place to stay please?" Asks the Emperor with a tired smile.
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Postby Port Ember » Mon Jul 27, 2020 10:15 pm

Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Waterstad Borough
Ember Docks


The area which had suffered from the despicable terror attack was slowly but surely normalising. Not that the area would ever be normal again, but one could try atleast.

The city's first responders had worked around the clock to regain control over the situation, working for 48 hours non stop, combatting the erupted firestorm, rescuing victims trapped between the ocean and said firestorm, rescuing the drowning, burning and trapped victims upon the massive sinking cruiseliners, providing urgent life saving medical care to the victims, transporting victims to hospitals and the grim task of collecting the remains of deceased victims.

On the dawn of day three of the aftermath, the area remained a place of sorrow and misery. Sporadic black smoke patches remained to linger in the tropical air across the Port, remnants of the huge firestorm which had ravaged the infrastructure. The vile smell of charred flesh and dreams were also still faintly present. Occasional sirens could still be heard and seen as the city's first responders ensured that all was done which could be done in such an unprecedented event. Although protocols and Standard Operating Procedures for rescue and clean up operations were in place for many a age, no living soul had ever imagined that they would actually be executed in practice. None could even imagine such an occurrence, and none knew how to truly act and feel.

In typical Port Emberian fashion, despite reeling from the largest terror attack in Port Emberian history, the Port remained open and operational. Besides, this was one of the largest and busiest ports on the globe, and the main artery for the entire nation's economy. A new sight however, was the obsessively heavy presence of police members, keeping a hawk's eye on every single centimeter of the busy port, and police canine units swarming the area every passing minute. Another new addition was the deployment of the Armed Forces within the Port, including the deployment of a naval warship in port.

Attacking the very symbol of the nation had a profound effect on the emotional health of the populace for sure, but a Port Emberian does not cower in fear. A Port Emberian does not back down from a fight. A Port Emberian never backs down.




A near broken President Edward Flint wiped the sweat from his exhausted brow. The most important man within the nation looked more like a homeless bum who have succumbed to a lifetime of excessive alcohol, drugs, women of ill repute and bad decisions than an actual democratically elected President. Edwards' suit jacket was missing - given to a desperate old lady survivor whose body went into cold shock back when he had arrived at the grisly scene. His tie was also missing - used as a wrap to stop the bleeding when a young child's arm was torn off from one of the explosions. His once crisp white shirt was now black and torn from all the devastation he had come into contact with whilst assisting the First Responders with dragging burning survivors out of the firestorm. His once neatly pressed black suit pants were torn and in tatters from crawling on the concrete whilst dragging corpses from a burning boat. His once near priceless leather shoes were shredded and ripped from over exposure to the raging fire.

Despite serious and constant protest emanating from the President's aides, Edward walked towards the legion of reporters on scene, informing them that they should prepare for a live broadcast to all major broadcasters worldwide. It was time to make an official statement.

A few minutes later the journalists and live broadcasting crews had gathered around the terribly broken looking President. Edward stood upon the miserable remains of pier 9 - one of the piers obliterated by one of the explosions. Edward cleared his throat one last time and fought hard to fight back the stubborn tears slowly forming within his eye banks before starting his address. Edward knew for a fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was about to say to the world. For absolutely no possible words in any combination in any existing language, could make the situation better. No words could ever soothe the unspeakable misery which thousands upon thousands of families were feeling at this moment. No words could take away the feeling of disgust he was feeling towards the entire world, towards life in general. No words could restore his faith in humanity. No words could take away his absolute physical, emotional and spiritual fatigue. Yet he knew he had to speak. His nation wanted, demanded and deserved to hear him say something - anything really. Easier said than done as he had no time to prepare for this speech, and was fighting back the physical need to vomit, to strike down dead. But speak he must.

"My fellow Port Emberians.
Citizens of nations who proudly calls our nation their allies, their friends, their business partners.
Citizens of nations who proudly calls our nation their enemies, with hate and contempt in their hearts.
Citizens of the entire world which we call our home.

Port Ember was attacked."

Edward paused, desperately clutching for something to say, anything at all, all the while still waging a all out war against the tears threatening to pour like a tropical storm.

"My fellow Port Emberians, I know you are demanding answers. You demand to know who has hurt so many of us. You demand to know why such an atrocious act was committed. You demand to know why us. It breaks my heart to tell you that I do not know. It breaks my heart to tell you that I am trapped within the same pit of darkness and uncertainty as you are. It breaks my heart to know that it should be me who is duty bound to shed light on the darkness, to know that I am duty bound to defend you - to defend you all against harm such as this.

It breaks my heart to tell you that I have failed."

Edward's body finally betrayed him just as the world had betrayed him three days ago - tears pouring from his eyes - an unstoppable physical reaction to the death he felt inside. Despite it all, he knew he could not stop his address now.

"Three days ago five separate explosions simultaneously rocked through the Passenger Terminal of the Ember Docks, destroying Piers 2; 5; 9; 13 and 15. Preliminary investigations from our First Responder Arson Investigators indicate that the source of these bombings originated from five suicide bombers, detonating their devices at the same time."

With tears still streaming at a steady rate, his throat and chest became swollen, making his voice grind and coarse, forcing him to forcefully push the words out into the world.

"At this point in time it remains impossible to indicate the exact figures of the losses we have suffered. Preliminary investigations from our First Responder Investigators indicate that approximately 7500 civilian personnel have passed away, with an additional 10 000 injuries sustained, 2000 of those being serious and critical. Furthermore, 113 First Responders have lost their lives during the rescue effort in the last three days. Authorities are working around the clock in order to identify the remains of the deceased in order to notify the families as soon as humanly possible.

I urge the entire nation to pay homage and honor to the brave first responders who have worked so hard, tirelessly and bravely in the rescue operations. I also urge the entire nation to pray and mourn those innocent souls whom have perished here so needlessly.

My fellow Port Emberians, know that never in our history have our nation suffered such a singular devastating tragedy, and I know that these events has rocked us to our very core. However, I need you to be reassured in the fact that Port Ember cannot and will not take this lying down. Your Government will continue to operate and govern this nation towards prosperity and peace. Your Armed Forces will ensure the safety of each and every citizen at all times. And most importantly - we WILL find those responsible for the attack. I promise you that we will overturn every rock, explore every cave, search every crevice, nook and cranny on this planet - but we will prevail. And when we do - I promise you that not even an act of God will be able to spare them from the swift wrath and justice we will dish out.

To the allies of our great nation - you have expressed your heartfelt condolences to our people, and you have reaffirmed your commitment to our friendship and alliances. It is good to know that our nation does not stand alone during this trying times. Your support will be remembered for time immortal.

Now, to those faceless cowards who are responsible for this terrible event - All I can tell you is that we are coming for you."




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Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Captain's Villa


As the Presidential motorcade arrived at the Captain's Villa, Edward emerged from his limousine, accompanied by the Minister of Defence, one Minister Jan Breytenbach. Both men still looked like they went through hell and back, clothes completely ruined, and skin in a sorry dirty state, with cuts and bruises adorning their bodies. Upon exiting the vehicle, the First Lady towards her husband, holding on for dear life when her body made contact with his. Not a single word were exchanged between them, the physical support conveyed all which were required - saying a lot more than words could at that moment, for words in general meant very little. The only thing which mattered during a grave crisis, was action.

The two broken looking politicians walked inside the ancient hallowed halls of the Presidential residence, straight towards the inhouse boardroom. Edward was a total wreck, and he looked like - and even smelled like it too. He had worked with the city's first responders for three days, not eating or sleeping throughout. Edward did not care at this moment, for there were more important matters at hand. Enemies of the Republic were still walking around feeling victorious and smug - and that was absolutely unacceptable.

Once the President and Jan entered the residential boardroom, they found a collective group of governmental stakeholders awaiting them already. Upon entering the room, all those in attendance rose from their seats to stand upright as a gesture of respect towards their Commander in Chief. When the tattered President assumed his seat upon the luxurious rotary boardroom chair, then only the remainder of the room retook their seated positions.

In attendance were some of the most influential and powerful people within the Republic, and the group who was now responsible to steer an entire nation to safety, victory and revenge. In attendance - President of Port Ember and its colonies, President Edward Flint; Minister of Defense, Minister Jan Breytenbach; Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister Claire Swindon; Head of the Port Ember Secret Service, Director Harrold Green; and Head of the Port Ember Foreign Intelligence Agency, Director Jason Downing. There were no secretary present for the upcoming council, what was about to be discussed would be highly secret, highly sensitive, and of absolute critical importance. The people in attendance knew that what was about to be discussed here would steer the fate of their very lives, their very future. They also knew that they were safe to speak their minds - the room was swept for bugs and listening devices only moments ago, and all electronic devices left outside.

The first war council was about to start.

Edward opened the council his voice still grating from the beating his body took over the last three days,
"Lady, Gentlemen thank you for coming. I will not even attempt to soothe your emotions with words. What has happened has happened- and now I want to know what is our next move. You know very well what I am expecting from you. I care not who says what- but I blame each and every one of you for allowing this disaster to have occurred. You are all moments away from facing my total wrath. Now, tell me how you are going to fix it." The President's time was monotone but dropped with poison. Those in attendance knew he was not making any sort of idle empty threats either.

Director Harrold Green of the Port Ember Secret Service spoke first. "Mister President, Ministers; Directors. I will be blunt with you - this attack was carried out by the Masked Resistance, per order from their puppet masters - Geonal. The reason I know this is because any terror organization in the world would jump at the opportunity to claim responsibility for such a massive attack - an attack which would appear to be a massive victory - a massive blow against us. Yet there is absolutely nothing - not as much as one breathing towards the accepting of responsibility. Geonal wants to cause damage to us, especially due to us shutting down their intelligence network within the Republic en masse. They know however that we know that the Masked Resistance is their puppets - so if they claim responsibility for this - they will wake up with a full scale invasion on their hands.

We also know that our enemy is growing weak and vulnerable. I know it does not appear as such at this moment, but the fact was that this attack was carried out without any planning and preparation, for one of our numerous contacts and safeguards would have picked up notice of an impending attack if they did. And a terror attack which is carried out on a whiff like this, means that they had to gamble with success. This means that they are running out of time and resources and are desperate.

I know things are looking bad, but it won't be long until we cleansed the islands of these scum - we have already purged 89 members who claimed allegiance to the Geonal Intelligence Agency and the Masked Resistance. Mister President, we will up the effort to find those remaining."

As Director Green sat down on conclusion, Edward nodded simply as response. Edward knew that his Secret Service could not do much more than they have already done, even though it was obviously not enough. He would keep a close personal eye on the development of this sector.

Minister Jan Breytenbach rose from his seat next, technically being the most senior member in the room below the President.
"Mister President, Ministers; Directors. As you know we have already started a mass mobilization before the attack struck, and we are now ready to do whatever needs to be done. Mister President, I wish to deploy a few units onto the capital's streets. I understand that you have always refused to deploy Security Forces within the city, but I believe the time for making an exception has arrived. This will not be a long term solution, but a temporary boost to morale. Our people need to know that they can feel safe in their own homes.

Furthermore Mister President, I am requesting to send a fleet towards Geonal. The orders will not be to engage, but the psychological consequences of this will shatter feelings of resistance from the wicked empire. And as a state of war already exists between our two nations, we need not worry about political backlash. By positioning our fleet there, we would be in a perfect position to enact a blockade if the situation deteriorates.

Lastly Mister President, I request the same authority for deploying a fleet near Rhinocera, with the same intent."

Again Edward nodded as his most trusted Minister and personal friend concluded. He would have much to think about, with every action or non action bearing heavy consequences.

Next to rise was Minister Claire Swindon, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and the only female within the room.
"Mister President, Ministers; Directors. Your international call for trade sanctions and boycotts have bore fruit Mister President. Immediately following the attack, a total of 42 nations have instituted a total trade sanction on both the Empire if Geonal and of Rhinocera. This trade ban includes the entire scope of tradable goods, on both the import and export markets."

Edward's battered lips formed a soft smile for the first time in three days. This was excellent news,

Next up was Director Jason Downing of the Port Ember Foreign Intelligence Agency.
"Mister President, Ministers; Directors. I am of firm believe that the time has come to take our gloves off. Our enemies are lurking in the dark and striking at us with impunity, whilst we are forced to wage clean up operations and maintain reactionary focus.

We have not lost initiative esteemed listeners, we have never had it. This is unacceptable ofcourse, for Port Ember does not exist in this world to answer to the whims of those who despise us and envy our living standard. We have entered a war of shadows - it is high time that we accept that, and unshackle my capabilities. Allow our shadows to become uncaged."

Before Director Downing could elaborate specifics, the President interrupted.
"Jason, I do not want to know what you are planning. What I do know is when you get involved, things will get dirty, ugly and despicable. Your methods are… dishonorable. BUT, our enemies are dirty, ugly, despicable and dishonorable. There are no other language which these bastards understand. Do what you need to Jason - you have my authority and protection. My only demand is that no one in this room - including me - bar you - knows what actions you will take. Wage your war of shadows Director."




During the mid 1970's, the nation of South Africa had found itself in a peculiar situation. The Cold War has reached its peak, and the small nation on the southern tip of a forgotten war-torn continent found themselves caught between a rock and a hard place. Domestically unrest was growing daily, with mass protests from the oppressed majority population demanding that the minority led government cease the oppressive and discriminatory policies which have ruled over them for years. These mass protests turned violent every time, and were suppressed every time. This violence against their own populace was a constant birthday gift for foreign journalists, and the horrific pictures of these clashes ended up on the tables of foreign politicians and printed in foreign newspapers. Furthermore, the Soviet Union were throwing unprecedented resources into Africa, supplying financial support, military hardware and military training to any and all revolutionary group who had communist ideals - particularly within nations such as Angola, Zambia and Mozambique, in the hopes that that would garner new political and military puppets once these movements gained ownership of their respective nations. This situation escalated when Cuba deployed massive military interventions into Angola to fight alongside their communist kin. All this money and effort paled in comparison to the absolute lust that the Soviet Union held for the potential prize which was South Africa. With the deployment of the Cuban forces, the Soviets had a clear plan: Install a communist regime within the nation of Angola, and use it as a solid base in order to threaten a possible invasion on the capitalist beacon of dark Africa. The South Africans were obviously not pleased with these developments and launched a military intervention of their own, crossing the border and launching raids upon the advancing and entrenched communist forces, taking the fight away from own borders. These raids and skirmishes had started in 1966, with the South Africans maintaining the upper hand in the conflict ever since. However the dawn of the 1970's were accompanied by an ever increasing Soviet and Cuban presence in the area, intensifying an already tense situation. The entire nation was gripped with the so called "Red Danger".

In response to the ever growing pressure from both internal and external parties, the government decided to put in place a safeguard against a possible conventional invasion. The safeguard in question was the development of a nuclear program, with the final aim of constructing Highly Enriched Uranium Nuclear Bombs, which would serve as the ultimate deterrent against a communist invasion. The unfolding of the weapons development happened quickly and efficiently, due to the nation having already conducted nuclear power research since 1948, and its first nuclear reactor went live in 1967. In the same year the government established a uranium enrichment plant. It did not take long for the nation's top scientists to be recruited into one project, combined with massive funding, and cooperation with an unnamed foreign nation to 'crack the code'. The exact date still remains a mystery, but it is speculated that the first successful construction of a gun-type nuclear weapon was finalized in 1973.

After the first weapon was constructed, manufacturing of more weapons continued slowly but surely over the years, ensuring that the project remained a secret, but still producing enough to be able to fulfill its purpose. The plan for self defence was quite simple and seemingly well thought out - In the event that Soviet backed forces would manage to threaten the nation with invasion, the Government would reveal the fact that they secretly held possession of nuclear weapons to the United States, who would be forced to intervene diplomatically to force the invasion to be canceled. If that did not work, they would conduct a semi secret nuclear test, in order for the Soviets to discover the fact of the program, and ensure that the invasion ceases. Again, if that did not work, the Government would publicly announce the existence of their program, in the hopes that it would scare off their enemies. And then finally as a last resort - actually deploy the weapons on the battlefield as a form of a "Last Stand".

However, in 1990 the Soviet Union collapsed, ending the "Red Danger" which has gripped the nation since the early 1960's - and with it, the South African government abolished its iron fist regime, promising free and fair elections to take place in 1994. The need for possessing nuclear weapons were no longer a factor. Thus in one swift political action, the Government went public with the fact that the nation had an active and successful nuclear weapon program, and has now decided to abandon it completely, and continued to sign the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons. In line with this treaty, the Government announced that they had 6 nuclear bombs manufactured and in storage, and at that time one more in process of being constructed. With immediate effect the six completed and one in process was disassembled and destroyed, and the manufacturing plants taken completely out of commission. This brought much international praise to the nation, and spelled the conclusion of the South African story of its procurement of weapons of mass destruction.

However, there remained one more dirty secret.

Doctor Pieter Van der Merwe was the lead scientist and project leader of the weapons program, since its inception up until its disbandment. Besides being the lead scientist and a certifiable genius, Doctor Van Der Merwe considered himself to be an extremely patriotic man, and certainly possessed a mountain of personal dirty laundry. The Doctor was an avid supporter and clandestine member of the Afrikaner Weerstand Beweging (AWB) (Afrikaner Resistance Movement) - a far right extremist Afrikaner ultranationalist movement. The AWB believed that the Afrikaner nation needed to desperately establish it's own nation separate from the larger South Africa. The Afrikaner nation was a large minority within the nation, yet maintained absolute control by maintaining a iron fist police state. Whilst everyone in the world knew this was unsustainable, the AWB felt that establishing their own nation where only white Afrikaners were allowed citizenship was the solution. One Doctor Pieter Van der Merwe shared this sentiment, but felt that the ruling government will never allow that to happen, instead allowing a free democracy to be established within South Africa, which would lead to the massively outnumbered Afrikaner nation to be left defenceless and massacred. In response to his beliefs, Doctor Van Der Merwe completed the construction of ten functional nuclear bombs. He managed to hide this fact from his own government and only disclosed the existence of six of these, and the one under construction. Thus when the nation shut down its program and destroyed it's current stock - three nuclear bombs vanished. Bombs which almost no one in the world knew about. Doctor Van Der Merwe believed that when the nation will transition to Democracy, the Afrikaner would be slaughtered due to being hopelessly outnumbered- and thus these weapons would provide his people a fighting chance.

In 1994 South Africa transitioned into a free democracy, which led to the Afrikaner nation to lose its control over the country as predicted. However, the feared civil war between white and black citizens never occurred, leading to the weapons which never "existed", not to be needed.

Doctor Van Der Merwe passed away in June 1997, and so did the knowledge of the existence of these weapons. Doctor Van Der Merwe's only son inherited all his father's assets and estates, amongst them a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of Pretoria. Within this forgotten warehouse, situated on an abandoned plot, covered almost completely by the bushveld which aggressively attempted to reclaim its territory, stood three locked and unassuming metal crates, covered completely in a thick layer of dust. Doctor Van Der Merwe's son and heir discovered that he was suddenly the owner of a large number of abandoned plots, farms, warehouses, factories and other rotting properties. The son's suspicion were immediately aroused by these strange inheritance, and decided that he would rather not want to explore these ruins, for fear of discovering secrets which might spoil the honor and memory of his father. Therefore he placed all of these properties up for auction without ever exploring the inventory. The one property which contained the abandoned warehouse outside of Pretoria was purchased by a quirky Afrikaner businessman on auction. The man nearly suffered from a heart attack upon opening the three crates which he found within his newly purchased property. Despite knowing that his discovery was a dangerous and illegal one, he mistook the items for being mere oversized conventional bombs. He could have never guessed that these were three "non existing" nuclear weapons.

On one evening this business man found himself particularly drunk within a back alley poker room, feeding his alcoholic and obsessive gambling addiction, having a particularly nasty spell of bad luck upon the table against a group of wealthy foreigners. After having lost every dime in his possession at the table, and having had way too many beers to drink, the hopeless businessman decided to throw the deed of his newly acquired plot and warehouse into the pot - besides he had an excellent hand. Unfortunately for the businessman, one of the other players had a better hand. A Port Emberian man named José Gudfrey walked away that evening with a brand new warehouse for his troubles.

Mister José Gudfrey was a businessman himself - in fact he was one of the wealthiest businessmen in Port Ember and very influential in the international business community. He was the heir to a Port Emberian company named Gudfrey's Trading Company - one of the oldest and largest import/export companies on the planet. This company was established in the early 1500's as a legitimate trading company, and expanded to smuggling operations when a pirate Consortium governed the Ember islands. This company had stood the test of time and is known to this day as one of the premier organizations of it's kind, be it legitimate trading networks - or smuggling operations. José was quite surprised yet pleased to discover the hidden gems hidden in his newly acquired abandoned dusty warehouse.

It did not take long for José to act swiftly, as he smuggled the three crates out of South Africa with haste, in three different directions, placing them all in very deep hiding within a maze of hidden shelf companies and false paperwork, hidden in the most remote nondescript places on the planet. The three non existing nuclear weapons would remain non existing for many more years.

On one fateful evening, within the Gudfrey Manor, a terrible disagreement between José and his wife occurred, and the event quickly turned into a physical confrontation. A brief moment of poor decision making led to José pushing his wife away from him, leading her to fall and bump her head against the corner of a ornamental yellow wood dresser. The result was instant - José was now a single father.

A close personal friend of the late Misses Gudfrey, who happened to be within the employ of the Port Emberian Secret Service discovered the details of the grisly affair which have unfolded within Gudfrey Manor - and its consequences - that very same evening. Before the agent and friend could move against José, Mister Gudfrey informed him that he held a bargaining chip so to speak - three chips to be precise. A deal was struck - José's dirty secret would remain a secret - with Misses Gudfrey's body being found "having tragically drowned in the ocean during a late night swim after using too much cocaine". In return, the Port Ember Secret Service was now the owners of three far off nuclear weapons which did not exist.

José Gudfrey was rewarded for his apparent patriotism and was eventually chosen to run office as the Minister of Trade & Industry under President Flint, and his daughter Jolene Gudfrey took ownership of the company, not being aware of the true fate of her mother, or of the three dusty crates in far away nations which was now stored in warehouses she owned.




Present Day

Minister José Gudfrey was seated upon his leather couch inside his penthouse apartment within the Lilly Black Borough of Port Ember Megalopolis, a very expensively furnished dwelling which he alone occupied for the last four years. He had handed over his mansion, the Gudfrey Manor alongside his entire business empire, the Gudfrey's Trading Company to his daughter when he was appointed as the Minister of Trade & Industry four years ago. He did not mind giving away his Empire - his daughter deserved it, and has so far proven to be a far better trader and smuggler then he ever was. Besides, the penthouse was a lot closer to his Ministerial Office than the Manor, adding some free time to his daily life.

His phone alerted him of an incoming message, disturbing his deep thoughts. When he read the cryptic message, a surge of emotions rushed through him. He did not know how to feel, yet he knew life would never be the same again. The message read "I need you to wake up an old friend. Send her on a holiday for me will ya?"
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Postby Rhinocera » Thu Jul 30, 2020 6:20 am

Things had progressed rapidly. An attack on Port Ember had shaken the North Ocean Strategic Alliance to it's core. Rhinocera had, in truth, nothing to do with it. Rhinocera also held no knowledge of Geonal's involvement, though intelligence had it's suspicions. NOSA, however, was likely to pin the attack on the Empire of Rhinocera and the Geonal Empire, as they had already discovered that the attack on Georgia Grudaidh had been orchestrated by the two empires. Still, they had little evidence. Nothing beyond the realm of deniability at least. Unfortunately, they did not require evidence to spring to action.

The Astarian's had already reached out to Supreme Consul Tiberius and Empress Jane Falcon in a message, unique in tone and demeanor. Crude, blunt, and utterly foolish. Their desire for a war apparent, they wanted revenge for their allies. At least Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh had been open to dialogue, as reasonably civil states. The Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum had done the opposite. If it was a war they wanted, then they were welcome to come and receive one.

To: Emperor Adrean, the Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum
Encryption: Maximum

Esteemed Emperor Adrean and Empress Anna,

It seems that you have already decided the direction you wish to move this horrid affair towards. We are guilty of no crime, you have no evidence for there is none. You throw at my nation threats of violence, crude insults, and vile inference. You seek to strike fear into our hearts, as if we should tremble at the sound of Astarian voices. Let me assure you, we do not. If you come for us, you will get your tanks of blood, you will have your enemy. Send your fleets to our seas, your armies to our shores, your planes to our skies. The Empire of Rhinocera will invite them in with open arms, an embrace of death that will grip your nation like no other. We will shatter your armies, send your ships to the sea floor, and swat your aircraft out of the sky like so many nats. We will not cower at the elementary threat of violence. Know that if you come, you will fail. And once your advance is thrown back, we will come for you. You will not be safe. We hide not behind acts of terror, we stand behind these words. Proceed wisely, the fate of your nation will hang in the balance if you cross the line.

- Supreme Consul Tiberius, Ruler of the Empire of Rhinocera


To: Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh

Supreme Leader,

I know nothing of the letter you have intercepted, perhaps you could share it with me, so we may discuss this matter with a greater understanding. I assure you, we had nothing to do with either the attempt on your life or the attack on Port Ember. Any communique between Rhinocera and Geonal that suggests otherwise, to put it simply, is either a gross fabrication or a disastrous misinterpretation. We do not involve ourselves in the affairs of scum, and acts of despicable terror are just that. I offer my sincerest condelences to you for your losses, but I am not to blame.

With that in mind, I will not submit myself to judgement by an international court. I do not trust the neutrality of such a forum in an issue such as this. I welcome you to come to Rhinocera or send a diplomat to come in your stead, so we may discuss these serious allegations and come to an understanding, if not a solution. Your allies reach out with threats, that escalate each day. These threats can not continue, one way or another they must come to an end. I implore you to seek a peaceful means to such an end, though some of your allies seem inclined to resort to the sword instead of the pen. I wish you luck and good health and await your response.

- Supreme Consul Tiberius


Intelligence reports had flowed in, suggesting that the Port Emberians had began to amass their fleets for a major operation of some sort. Rhinoceran forces in the Panessos Strait were on full alert. Assets had been deployed throughout and a few squadrons, perhaps even a battlegroup or three, had been ordered from their present posts outside of the strait to be prepared to retask. 2 Arleigh Burke class destroyers had been ordered to proceed towards the Astarian homeland, with direct orders not to encroach into their sovereign waters and to remain deep in international waters, where they had every right to remain. Obviously, a pair of destroyers couldn't hope to win an engagement against the Astarian navy, but they would send a message by their presence. How Astaria reacted was up to them.

These orders were kept quiet, as none of the retasked ships were within the Panessos Strait or the region of Panessos, there was little chance their repositioning would be noticed. They were not being ordered to steam after Port Ember or Iarann Grudaidh, instead simply positioning themselves to be available if needed.
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Postby Port Ember » Mon Aug 03, 2020 3:29 am

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Crown Princess Amanda Falcon

Crown Princess Amanda Falcon was the only child - and thus heir to the throne - of Empress Jane Falcon and the Empire of Geonal. Due to her position she was born into, she was accustomed to absolute privilege, luxury and the access to the finer things in life. As an example, tonight she was seated within the Imperial Booth of the Emegrad City Theater situated on the third floor's balcony, able to watch the spectacular live performance, all within the safety, privacy and luxury which one could expect from an exclusive Imperial Booth. Princess Falcon was spectacularly dressed in a stunningly hand crafted royal blue gown that extended all the way to the floor. The garment was held up by a single, elegant shoulder strap that perfectly complemented the princess's long light brown hair and strikingly emerald coloured eyes. Her personal stylist has done well with this one.

As the lights flashed to indicate the performance was about to begin, Princess Falcon made herself comfortable upon the luxuriously comfortable chair, sipping on a goblet of the rarest wines which the Empire had to offer. Although she was alone within the booth, it was well supplied with more wine and five star cuisines than she could possibly finish by night's end.

After the orchestra entered the stage and tuned up, the lights dimmed and the performance began. First on the program was Doran Hillsman's New World Symphony. The entire symphony was nearly an hour in length, and as such, comprised the entire first half of the program. The princess particularly enjoyed the lyrical second movement, which she could tell was based on a popular folk tune. The finale was exciting as well, providing ample opportunities for the low brass to let loose at full volume.

After the intermission, the orchestra launched into Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, which featured famed Geonal Maestro Jonathan on piano. There were also several jazzy trumpet solos scattered throughout, providing the current principal trumpet, Ray Maclaren, one last chance to show off before retiring. After the frantic final segment of the piece, the piano was rolled offstage in preparation for Michael Gallagher's solo - his debut actually, and the final selection of the evening.

As Michael Gallagher stood just offstage, Maestro Jonathan spoke to the audience of the audition Michael had given to earn the principal position. Proclaiming him to be one of the fast-rising stars of professional classical music, he hoped that the audience would enjoy tonight's performance, in addition to many performances to come. With a final introduction, the audience erupted in applause as Michael walked out onstage.

Shaking the Maestro's hand as he reached center stage, Michael then bowed and took a deep breath, ready for the start of the piece. After a short introduction from the orchestra, Michael entered on an extended cadenza to open the solo. Showing off for a few seconds, he and the orchestra then launched into the familiar main tune of the piece. The audience 'oohed' and 'aahed' as they began to recognize the light, bouncy Italian music. As the piece progressed, the main theme began its variations, becoming more technical and flashy as time went on. By the time he reached the flurry of notes that closed the piece, Michael's fingers were an absolute blur as he danced over the entire range of the horn. With a final grand cadence to close the final notes, the audience immediately jumped to their feet in a rousing standing ovation.

Lowering his horn with a huge smile on his face, Michael immediately pointed up to the balcony where the Crown Princess sat, acknowledging her presence and dedicating his brilliant performance to her name and title, adding a respectful bow to her. He then turned to shake the Maestro's hand once more for allowing the young musician this life changing opportunity. Exiting the stage, he heard that the applause had not diminished at all, so he reentered the stage once more for a final bow, turning once again to thank the entire orchestra for their efforts. As the applause finally died down and the house lights came up, Michael made his way around the entire orchestra, thanking the principal player of each section personally.

Whilst the Princess was still absorbing the ambiance and glory of the moment, sinking in the near unbearable noise emanating from the applauding crowd below, the only heavy ornamental wooden door which grants access to the interior of the booth burst open in a flurry, with two men bursting inside with haste and an atmosphere of tension emanating thickly from their personas. The men both wore dark, neatly pressed suits and adorned a near nondescript earpiece within their left ears - dressed exactly like her personal Imperial Guard - yet these two were not her personal guards.

"Apologies Princess, but you need to come with us immediately" uttered one of the men in a rushed tone, grasping for breath between words. The Princess's face turned pale as instant shock shot through her body, completely bewildered with what was going on. In her state of shock she could not help but snap back in her natural arrogant tone, "I demand to know what is going on!? I demand to know who the hell you are!?" The same man responded once more, clearly trying to suppress his irritation and desperation, "Mam, I am Agent Cooper and this is Agent Nolloth" he looked over towards the second man as he shot off his urgent introduction, "Mam please there is absolutely no time, we need to go now!" The irritation in his voice became slightly more apparent, but the Princess did not move an inch despite the insistence. "No!" The Princess snapped back, "Where are Agents Keen and Gerald? They were guarding my door. Where are they, and what in the blazes are going on?" The man whom identified himself as Agent Cooper replied again, "Mam, there is an eminent threat against your life! Unknown men have secretly stormed the theater and are desperately attempting to reach you. Agents Keen and Gerald rushed downstairs to hold them off. Myself and Agent Nolloth are part of an extra security detail assigned to your safety in secret by your mother. Please Mam, time is not on our side!" Amanda gulped loudly and nodded, her body still trembling. This relevation made sense to Amanda - she knew that her nation was in a state of war against vile and powerful enemies - enemies whom would easily stoop as low as committing acts of terror and regicide. It was also typical of her mother to assign additional men to her detail in secret, as she was always worried about her safety, yet always did so in secret due to Amanda's tantrums when this happened - she was a girl who did not appreciate the entire world gawking at her whilst she was trying to have some sort of semblance of a normal young adulthood after all.

Satisfied with the response, Amanda followed the two Imperial Guard agents as they escorted her through the still empty halls of the theater in desperate haste. They used the stairs to descend, entering hidden corridors and passageways to maintain their secrecy of movement, swiftly yet carefully moving towards a secret back entrance. Agent Cooper remained by the Princess's immediate side, whilst Agent Nolloth walked a few paces ahead, his service pistol drawn and held at the ready position, maintaining a vigilant watch for any potential threats.

A few short moments later, which felt like a eternity of damnation for Amanda, the trio rushed through the hidden backdoor on the ground floor and into the darkness of the night, the crisp night air biting softly at the exposed parts of Amanda's flesh, reminding her that this surreal event was in fact happening, and not simply a horrible figment of her imagination, as she had hoped for the entire time. Amanda's personal limousine awaited immediately outside of the side door, with Agent Nolloth rushing to open the door for the Crown Princess. The trio jumped into the vehicle, which was already idling, ready to race off the second its anticipated passengers were onboard. As the imperial vehicle sped off, its tires screeched on the tarmac, it's engine being loudly audible as it revved highly due to the work effort which was demanded from it. Inside it, Amanda struggled to breath, her body's adrenaline injection slowly waning, with panic and shock slowly taking its place. She looked over to Agent Cooper who was seated directly next to her and offered him a soft smile. She spoke softly, her voice trembling somewhat, "You have my gratitude Agent. It seems I owe you my life." Agent Cooper offered a broad smile in return before responding, his voice accepting a sterner tone than before, "Aye Mam - that you do. And not to worry, I intend to take ya up on that offer." Amanda's brow instantly formed a brow at this response, not understanding its meaning, and the origins of his sudden deep tone. She snapped back in response, "Who the h.." her sentence was cut short when Cooper delivered a massive punch right on Amanda's jaw, knocking her unconscious instantly.

As the vehicle continued speeding into an unknown direction, five suit clad deceased Imperial Guards rolled around contentedly within the trunk.




Empire of Geonal
Imperium Emergrad
Unknown Location

Crown Princess Amanda Falcon

Amanda regained consciousness slowly, and doing so was not a pleasant experience. Every passing second she took to wake up, was a second which her nerves used to inform her body and mind that something was terribly wrong - her entire body - especially her face and head - pounded with an extreme level of pain she was clearly not used to. A bright light shone directly upon her bruised face, which made her eyes squint in pain, and added an extra layer of confusion and pain. When Amanda's eyes finally adjusted to the light shining upon her face, she realised that she was no longer in her vehicle and she realised that something was dangerously amiss. Her mind took a few moments to register that four suit clad men were standing around her, and quite closely at that. She immediately recognized Agents Cooper and Nolloth, but not the other two men in attendance. Her body sprang to action - knowing that whatever was going on needed to end right now. She needed to run. This could not happen however, as she struggled against very tight restraints- realizing for the first time that she was tied down to a chair in a very tight manner. Instinct took over as Amanda took in a deep breath and screamed her lungs out for help, which only evoked laughter at her expense from the men in the room. The man she knew as Agent Cooper commented in a very nonchalant manner "Scream little bird - no one can hear ya."

Amanda quieted down and her eyes scanned the room silently. Taking in her surroundings she noticed they were in a large, high roofed building like an industrial warehouse, with nondescript machinery and crates stacked high, far and wide. She also spotted a vehicle parked within the warehouse, one which was not her limousine. She snapped at the men, her words dripping with poison and hate, "Who the hell do you think you are!? Your heads will be had! My mother…" Her sentence was interrupted with another wave of laughter.

The man she knew as Agent Cooper continued, "Forgive me Princess, where is my manners? You might have figured this out by yourself by now, but I am not Agent Cooper of the Geonal Imperial Guard. In fact, I am not even a Geonal citizen. I hail from the Republic of Port Ember." Amanda knew not how to react, how to feel or what to say upon this relevation. She was so angry, but absolutely terrified. Her mother had told her that the Port Emberian people were a vicious and wicked people - and natural enemies towards their empire. And now these wicked people had kidnapped her, for God knows what reason.

"Port Ember? My mother warned me about you lot. I demand to know what is it you want - and I demand you release me immediately!" Amanda might be a prisoner, but she remains the Crown Princess - and she would demand that the appropriate respect be shown.

The Port Emberian smiled softly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Oh dear Princess, you are in no position to demand anything at all. You see, no one knows you are even taken. This remains our dirty little secret for now."

The words hit Amanda like a truck, and wondered how that was possible. Her people should know about this surely? Her mother? Her personal guard? "Where are my personal guard? Surely they know?"

The man nodded as he responded, "Well… I regret to inform you that they are dead. They died honourable I assure you. Furthermore their bodies will be found soon enough, once this ordeal is over, and will be given a proper burial deserving of the warriors they were I am sure."

Amanda's body betrayed her, showing weakness when tears started rolling down her soft pampered cheeks, unfolding her facade as being tough and unshaken in this difficult situation.

The man continued, "I guess I owe the Princess an explanation on how this happened, how we managed to take you. I am sure you will appreciate this story, it's quite impressive even if I have to say so myself. You see, you are a creature of habit Princess, and me and my men knew for a long time that you would attend tonight's symphony. You see Princess, the leader of the so called Geonal Ultranationalist Party is a traitor to your nation, as he owes quite a few favours to us. Now this faction is an interesting one - the party attracts the criminals of the nation, the disenfranchised, and blue collar workers in general. Now most of the employees at the Theatre are actually members of this movement, and they revealed your habits, your bookings. They also revealed how vulnerable you are when you are here - always accompanied with only five guards. So when we arrived, the employees shut down the security cameras, and looked the other way whilst we murdered your five guards with silenced firearms. We started at your car and moved up towards you. We hid their bodies inside your vehicle's trunk whilst we came to fetch you, and played on your arrogance and innocence to get you to follow us. We then took your phone and sent a message to your mother, informing her that you will be visiting the public park after the performance, and will thus be home late. We parked your limousine there in case it has a tracker beacon. We then placed your unconscious body in one of our vehicles and brought you here. Where no one knows where you are, or even that you are gone at this moment."

Amanda's skin turned pale from shock, top to bottom, she could not believe what she just heard. These things only happened in literature and film - this was absolutely unbelievable. Her tears stormed down even faster, and she spoke with her voice trembling, near hysterical. "They will find out that I am gone soon though. If I am not back by morning, my mother will burn this world down to find me!"

The man nodded again, "Indeed Princess, we are quite aware of that. But that is not a problem, for this ordeal will be finished come morning. You see Princess, your mother orchestrated a massive attack of terror on Port Emberian soil. She is responsible for thousands of deaths. Princess, I regret to inform you, this is Port Ember's response to that terror."

Amanda did not know what to feel or think. She heard of the terrible terror attack in Port Ember offcourse, but she had no idea they were involved. They could not be! Her mother was a strong woman, but she would never stoop that low! "LIAR!" She snapped. "There is no way she was involved in that! And even if she was - kidnapping a Princess is no way to find justice."

The man's eyes turned dark, his voice cold as he replied "It gives me no pleasure to do this Princess. I know you are an innocent in these crimes, unfortunately your nation and your mother does not understand the language of justice. They only understand the language of mindless revenge. Trust me, I hate what I must do now dear - as a rule I do not harm innocents. I do not harm children and I do not harm women. Unfortunately, there is no other way today. For the sins of your mother girl, you must die today."

Amanda screamed frantically, unwilling to accept her fate, fear taking control of her very soul, "No! Please! I have money! I will giv.." - two loud successive gunshots drowned out all ambient noise as two projectiles struck Amanda in the face, tearing her flesh and brain matter into shreds, killing her instantly.

The only heir to the imperial throne - the Crown Princess, was dead.

The stench of seared flesh and gun carbon hung thickly in the air, with the four men present lowering their heads in respect, and sorrow for what they just did. The four men continued to work in silence to untie Amanda's body from her seat. What they had to do now was not a pleasant task, in fact it was degrading, inhumane and quite disgusting. But there was no use in delaying the matter, they were on a clock, and shredding an entire human body and turning it into a sausage was a time consuming matter after all.




Empire of Geonal
Imperial Palace

Empress Jane Falcon

Mere moments before the following morning's dawn occurred, a refrigerator delivery truck pulled up to the imposing service entry gate of the Imperial Palace. The driver would provide his credentials and working permit to the guards, who knew the young lad well by now, as the delivery of fresh produce arrived at the palace at roughly the same time every time without fail, by the same driver for the past three years. After gaining entry to the palace grounds, he would drive slowly to the rear entrance, where the designated kitchen supplier entrance was located. Once there, he reversed the truck into the loading bay. Once the young driver opened the sliding door to the truck, the palace staff started offloading the incoming supplies. Eggs, sausage, fruits, vegetables, steak, milk, fruit juice, pastas, condiments and baking aids - just enough to last to tonight, since the Palace Chef insisted on using only the best and freshest ingredients for stamping his signature cooking style onto the edible art which he created with every meal.

Just as the day's delivery was completed, the rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky, and breakfast preparation commenced. The Empress's personal chef went to work to turn the raw ingredients into a meal which would be fit for the Empress herself - only the best would do. Bacon, sausage, eggs, steak, various fruit slices and homemade bread ended up on the plate intended for consumption by the Empress, completing the meal in but a few moments. The Royal Taster had his go at the food first, making sure that he did not die from a poisoning attempt. When the taster was satisfied that he was still indeed alive, he personally took the plate of edible perfection into the grand dining hall, placing it down before the awaiting Empress with utmost respect. With a bow he announced his action, "The best of mornings to you Empress. Your meal, ready for your enjoyment."

Up to this point everyone within the Palace believed that this was just another routine morning. No one here, including the delivery driver, knew that the sausage present on the Empress's plate was indeed a special sausage- one which was replaced by the intended normal sausage by a suit clad man early this morning. No one in the palace could possibly know that a certain someone has become part of the ingredients, and a small special note was tucked away neatly within the middle of the sausage.

And so, the moment came, the Empress sat at her table, with the acknowledgement that her daughter still hadn’t turned up, the anxious voice in the back of her head was begging for her to search, to send out patrols and to make sure her baby was alright. She listened to the taster and smiled “Thank you, you’re dismissed.” she’d nod towards him, he’d bow again as he walked out of the room. She grabbed her fork and stared at the meal in front of her, smiling softly while grabbing some salt and shaking it onto the sausage, satisfied she’d place the salt shaker down and dig into her meal, taking the first chunk out of the sausage and consuming it, the flavours burst in her mouth, she quite enjoyed it… Although, when she found out the true ingredients of the sausage, she would burn the world down. She continued to eat the sausage and eventually reached the centre, she noticed a small white corner sticking out… Grabbing it and pulling it out, she’d unfold it and reveal a note. She’d begin to read as the voice in the back of her head started getting louder. This was weird, and she didn’t like it.

The note was small, only a fragment of a once larger parchment, clearly neatly torn into its small state, specifically with the intended purpose of clandestinely hiding it within the sausage. On the note was neatly handwritten and what appeared to be written with a blue fountain pen, "Congratulations Empress, You found Amanda! Ps. 10 000 souls knows it was you."

The Empress’ world began to crumble, it’s like time completely stopped for her. The note fell through her fingers as she began to feel the uncontrollable urge to vomit, to gag it all up… She stood up and bolted to her bathroom, violently throwing up as the tears streamed from her face… Her daughter was dead. She knew who did this, Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh, trust me, she wanted to nuke them then and there… But violent people will get a violent response, one thing about the Empress is that she never backs down and now? She was going to ensure the world burned for what they did to her Amanda, and that was her plan.

[RP Co-Contributed by Geonal] (Thanks bud, this was fun!)




South Geonal Sea
International Waters


The infinitely dark body of water slowly gained a new face as the first rays of the sun emitted its brilliant display of light, heat and power over the edge of the horizon, punching it's way through the few scattered soft clouds in it's way, bouncing playfully off the turf, creating a feast of contouring colors and hues. The calm rippling waves created gentle foam, which now gently spliced against the bow of the Rydell Class Merchant Vessel, which worked actively to neatly cut the surface of the picturesque scene around it as it steamed ever forward.

The international waters of the South Geonal ocean was noticeably less traversed than mere weeks before - massed international sanctions against the nation of Geonal playing a direct role in reducing traffic to and fro the once bustling ports of the Empire. The few remaining vessels traversing the waters were the absolute last hope of the Empire's dying economy - the last desperate grasp to save which no one wanted saved. Unfortunately for those brave merchants, their task would not be an easy one.

The Republic of Port Ember was no stranger to war, and the subsequent art of terrorising their enemies. They knew that in order to force their enemies into submission, they had to sap the very will to live from their disgusting souls. And there was no better way to achieve that goal than by forcing them to starve. And unluckily for the Empire of Geonal, Port Ember counted them as their chief enemies of the day.

The government of Port Ember knew that whilst the wide scale sanctions struck a stake through the very heart of the Geonal economy, it would not be enough on it's own - more needed to be done.

And so they did.

The Port Emberian government contracted a highly trained, equipped, experienced and motivated group of pirates for hire - a group known only as the Hawk's Privateers, to strike any merchant vessel sailing under the Geonal banner, or even any other nation's vessel attempting to trade with the Empire. To fulfill this contract, the pirates deployed seven Rydell Class Merchant Vessels to the South Geonal Ocean to conduct raids of piracy, without fear or mercy.

The pirates utilized Rydell Class Merchant Vessels as their motherships, each sailing their own sector of the allocated waters, far away from one another in order not to give rise to suspicion. These vessels were all legitimately registered with a neutral nation, for example China, Spain, France, Brazil and so forth, carrying a legitimate cargo, ensuring at all times that all administration and cargo manifests were above board, in case of a surprise inspection by the powers that be. The vessels held an amazing secret however - purpose-build hiding spaces hidden deep in the bowels of the vessel, for the purpose of smuggling operations - or for occasions such as these, where the pirates could hide their military Grade equipment, weapons and ammunition.

Once a pirate vessel made radar contact and positive identification of their target, they would shadow their prey, ensuring that they remained just over the horizon, and off radar contact. Once darkness has properly descended upon the world, the pirates would gear up, and launch their RHIB speedboats, chasing towards their prey with post-haste. Due to their speed, darkness and small size, they would remain completely hidden to both their prey's radar and visual observations. Once at the vessel, the pirates would board their prey and strike with lightning speed and aggression, not hesitating to kill if any sort of resistance is attempted. Their modern military equipment and actual naval experience and training would make them unstoppable in their task, overcoming their prey within mere moments. The aftermath would depend on many factors - although the final decision of fate rested within the hands of the pirate captain. At times, the entire cargo would be transferred to the pirate mothership and the prey's vessel disabled and left without further casualties. Other times the entire crew would be ransomed back, and if payment are not forthcoming, death would be the order of the day. Other times, the crew of the prey would be marooned onto lifeboats, with the entire main vessel disappearing alongside the pirates, never to be seen again. Another possibility was the complete sinking of the vessel offcourse - Javy Dones demanded sacrifice every now and again.

Besides the massive harm these pirates inflicted upon the enemy's economy, they painted a clear picture to their citizens that their own government was weak and unwilling to defend their own citizens and interests. There was quite literally - blood in the water. A further added benefit to all this was the anonymity of this all. If the pirates weren't caught in the literal act of raiding, the searching of these vessels would cause a diplomatic stir with the home nations in which the motherships were registered within, and their tools were so well hidden within the bowels of the vessels, no hard evidence would ever be found. This all occurred without a single hint that the Port Emberian government was involved since not even the operating pirates knew who their true employer was.

No matter what exact option would be chosen - one thing was certain - the Geonal shipping history has gained a dark mark of misery and loss.




South Geonal Sea
Lillith's Revenge

Dagon Farlong

Dagon Farlong was seated within the bridge of his own Rydell Class Merchant Vessel, his combat boots rested on the glass paneling of the window frame. He sipped on an extremely strong cup of coffee, strong enough to kill a lesser man. Simultaneously, he was dragging deeply on a thick Port Emberian hand rolled cigar, whilst staring at the vast calm oceans surrounding his vessel. The mysterious nature of the ocean had always fascinated him, and he could never grow tired of the dual nature of it. It had the capacity to provide life to all living souls who were brave enough to traverse its endlessness or harvest from its deep bounty, yet it also had the capability to destroy any man made device at the blink of an eye. The ocean giveth - the ocean taketh away.

Dagon's battered lips formed a soft smile as his thoughts shifted to the matter at hand. His vessel was currently registered as hailing from the nation of United Kingdom - the port of Edinburgh specifically, with a cargo load filled with industrial chemicals, all listed neatly within his cargo manifest, tucked neatly within the same folder which held his perfectly forged passport, which makes him a citizen of the United Kingdom named Michael Gallagher, despite actually being Dagin Farlong from the Republic of Port Ember. Furthermore, his cargo manifest conveniently forgot to list the presence of a very heavy steel container which was tucked deep within the bowels of the vessel, hidden in spaces unknown.

Besides, no one in the world really wanted to know that a nondescript cargo vessel flying a false flag was transporting a nuclear bomb onboard.

Dagon maintained his soft smile as he conducted a bit of introspection. He knew very well that he was not a pleasant person to be around with, to say the least. He knew very well that he was an extremely violent, arrogant, narcissistic, womanizing bastard - and that was still describing himself in a modest manner. Despite being an absolutely despicable human being, he still maintained his uses - for example, he was one of the greatest smugglers on the planet, and due to that he was always in demand for some or other employer, even though they could only spend a few minutes together in one room before being insulted by him. Dagon couldn't care less offcourse, so long as he managed to make some money, with which the sweet rewards of alcohol and soft female flesh could be acquired. Which was the reason why he readily accepted the job when his old acquaintance - Mister Gudfrey reached out. A troublesome job this was - and troublesome jobs paid the best.

After his old vessel picked up the special package within Sierra Leone, he simply had to transport it to the port of Imperial Lovencity, Empire of Geonal.

Once he entered the sovereign waters of the Geonal Empire, his vessel was boarded and inspected by the Geonal Coastguard, yet they did not stay aboard for long, and neither did they search very deep. Once the uniformed lads were satisfied with the paperwork, they felt that they had done enough. Dagon had learned over the years that not many underpaid and unmotivated uniformed employees had the sufficient motivation to conduct a deep search on a vessel which was laden with toxic chemicals.

Once at the port of Imperial Lovencity, the vessel docked with ease, as they already passed inspection from the Coastguard. Getting the special crate off the vessel without being checked by customs, was a simple matter of bribing the correct contacts, which was done days before they landed in port. The crate ended up on a closed truck trailer, and disappeared into the maze of city streets leading into the thousands of warehouses of the industrial areas.

Dagon Farlong smiled broadly this time as his vessel left port, him being a much richer man than before. It was time to spend it on tits and beer!




Empire of Geonal
Bones & Steel FM
Radio Broadcast


Good evening faithful listeners of Bones & Steel FM - your favourite and longest surviving underground radio station! Bringing you the unadulterated, unbiased, unfearing truth from all across the Geonal Empire since 1990. I am your favorite rebellious DJ - the one and only - DJ Wallace! You have chosen the coolest ever possible time to tune in, as I am joined today by enigma personified - the man known only as The Mask, in order to engage in some hardcore conversation. For the benefit of the listener - The Mask, is indeed actually wearing a mask.

Automated Voice-Over Plays: B.B.B.OOONES AND STEEEEEL F...M!! HOME OF THE MIDDLE FINGER AND BADASS MUSIC!!!

DJ Wallace: Mister Mask, welcome to Bones & Steel FM!

The Mask: Thank you DJ Wallace. It is an honor to be hosted by this hallowed halls and voice of truth and rebellion. You may consider me a true fan of what you have established and maintained here over the years.

DJ Wallace: Gratitude Mask man! So, I have invited you here for a chat since you have been making quite a stir in the underground as of late. Why don't you tell the audience who you are and what you are all about?

The Mask: Well, firstly, I am not a man. Neither am I a woman. I am the manifestation of an ideal. I am the physical embodiment of Geonal Patriotism and nationalism. One can harm, silence and kill human flesh. An ideal on the other hand cannot be harmed, cannot be silenced and cannot be killed. It cannot be stopped.

DJ Wallace: That is some deep shit! So, Maskey, if you represent the tenants of Geonal patriotism and nationalism, why are you established within the underground, why are you on an outlawed radio channel? Why are you not out on stage waving our imperial flag?

The Mask: Love for one's nation is not the same as love for one's government. Our entire ruling elite has become weak. Corrupt. Pathetic. They have led our glorious nation into despair and turned our once great empire into the laughing stock of the world. They have disgraced this great nation. I am a proud citizen of Geonal, yet terribly ashamed of our government.

DJ Wallace: Well said Maskey! That's what this entire establishment is all about. That's what this station has been saying since its inception. I say fuck the government. Fuck the empress. But fuck yes for Geonal!

The Mask: Exactly Wallace. Hence why I am a fan. Our "glorious" empress have driven this nation on the road to despair for far too long. Under her rule, the nation has accepted more and more and more filthy immigrants into our borders, whom have stolen jobs intended for our own people. Under her rule, our economy has suffered, causing wide-spread starvation amongst our downtrodden populace. Under her rule our populace have been beaten, tortured and killed by her police lackeys if we dare notice her weaknesses. Under her rule we have engaged in warfare against other nations, yet squandered the opportunity to crush them - turning us into international clowns. We are no longer feared nor respected. We are nothing. AND WE ARE NOT NOTHING! WE ARE GEONAL!!!

DJ Wallace: Oh Hell Yeah! I couldn't agree more mate. Now these things that you mention, care to break it down a bit for the audience?

The Mask: Certainly Wallace. First up let's talk about immigration and the economy - two factors which goes hand in hand. Now for the last five years, we have had a spike of 39% more immigration when compared to the previous ten years. We are literally opening our homes to foreigners, and they are abusing their welcome! Don't take my word for it - the proof is right here. Unemployment figures have risen by 43% in the last five years when compared to the previous ten years. The moment immigration increased, so did the unemployment rates. Go figure! Now that's not all, these filthy foreigners start small shops where they sell cheaply imported goods from their homeland, selling it cheaper than our native businesses ever could. This causes our shops to go bankrupt, fueling job losses. This has a domino effect which hurts our manufacturing industry, leading to more joblessness and loss of tax revenue. And that's the best part - these foreigners evades tax! They don't pay a single penny!

DJ Wallace: Bloody hell, what a relevation! This is sickening man.

The Mask: You are damm right it's sickening. Have you seen how full our soup kitchens and homeless shelters are? How many homeless beggars you can find on the streets? These are all our people who are dying and starving due to our government allowing foreigners to take over our country!

DJ Wallace: Bloody hell. I will let that sink in dear listeners! Now Maskey, tell us about the police state we have turned into.

The Mask: Bah! I don't even need to do that friend, you know all too well the oppression we are all suffering. Our listeners know's all too well! Hell, the mere fact that you Wallace, are running an illegal, underground radio station is all the proof one needs. The government is so vicious in killing off free speech that you need to be an outlaw if you wish to speak the truth. The police are abusing their powers and beating the citizens, torturing the citizens, killing us off one by one. The cops shot a fourteen year old kid last week in the streets because he showed them the middle finger. Come on!!

DJ Wallace: Oh yeah man it's tough out there. We are living in fear of our own chosen guardians. Peacekeepers who are Royal Asskissers!

The Mask: Damm right Wallace! Now, yet another symbol of our downtrodden times, the bitch Empress decided to declare war against our longest possible enemies Iarann Grudaidh and their allies Port Ember. Now war is good for a nation. It builds the economy and its pride. Now this stupid bitch has managed to ruin that for us as well. When a nation known as the Nation of War attempted to invade Iarann Grudaidh, our Empress declared war against them, hoping to find an ally to destroy our long term rivals. Problem is, she failed to send a single unit to assist in the invasion! The invaders got their asses handed to them and their war ended - yet a state of war exists between us and the NOSA forces - even though no conflict had occurred. This has freaked out any remaining foreign investors, who have turned tail and ran - damaging our economy even more. And to top it off, the bitch Empress is indicated to be in cahoots with the Masked Resistance terrorists who have killed off some royals in Iarann Grudaidh and possibly killed off a few thousand civilians in Port Ember. This has led to something like 47 nations to impose total trade sanctions against us. We literally can't buy or sell shit across the oceans! That includes food dear listeners. Thus the poor and proud citizens of Geonal are quite literally starving to death because our Empress is too weak willed to end the war that she started. And the scariest part of it all? We can't actually defeat NOSA in a conventional war. Due to years of political appointments and personal interference, our armed forces are a sham. A mere shadow of what it can be. Our "fearless" leader started a war which we can't win. Thus we are quite literally the laughing stock of the world.

DJ Wallace: That is very insightful Maskey, thank you! And very depressing honestly. So what do we do man? How do we stop this madness?

The Mask: That's the easy part brother. We need to rise up as a single nation to display our anger. When we are alone, we will get killed. But when we stand united, we stand a chance! I need every citizen, every patriot, every nationalist to follow the social media accounts of the Geonal Ultranationalist Movement - details for our planned mass protests will be shared there. And then be there!

DJ Wallace: Make sure you do that listeners! I sure will be present at every possible protest. This madness must end! Thank you for your wisdom and time Maskey! Lets go and fight the good fight my brother!

Now that is that for talking today, now let's listen to some outlawed badass music!!!

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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Geonal » Wed Aug 05, 2020 4:22 am

The response was instant. The Empress called for the heads of the people responsible for the atrocities, she also had all the staff in the theatre executed silently for their failure to protect her daughter. No amount of toothpaste, no amount of mouthwash, no amount of water could get rid of the taste in her mouth, and she hated it. To the Empress, they would pay 10000 times for what they did.

Her plot was already fully underway, the details were quite simple yet genius, using the power of her enemy against them in a move that will cripple Iarann Grudaidh and shake Port Ember again, she no longer had any emotions, she operated like a machine, detached from reality as she gave the orders for everyone to pay for the unspeakable things that happened to her daughter. This was a personal attack, not for the people but for her, and that's what fucked with her the most.

The attack had two phases. The first was a large group of explosions in Duff Gardens which will distract the armed forces and emergency services, targeting high density areas and large towers. The second was to storm the Port Emberian Embassy in Iarann Grudaidh, dressed as the military, and take them all hostage… Demanding justice for what happened to Geonal. She knew it was an attack that was going to take some planning and work, but she had time, now that she wasn't sitting and watching a movie with her daughter or teaching her all about becoming the next Empress.

The world could burn for all she cared, the world had failed her. The world had destroyed the only thing that she ever loved. She thought for a moment, her husband passed when she was pregnant with her baby girl… He had lung cancer. She was getting fat, he was thin. She was pink, he was yellow. It consumed him, life grew inside her, death grew in him. All she had left was her baby girl, her darling girl, the girl she'd trust to take after her, the perfect daughter who she kept her secrets from, her innocent baby girl. The bundle of joy that she birthed and raised on her own. She had to hit them hard, she wouldn't let this go silent. Some would say she lost the plot, well, you would too if you ate your own daughter by accident.

She glanced at the letter from Rhinocera, staring at it silently, she didn't reply… She was too busy playing war. She dreamed for the moment she could smell her daughter's hair again as she held her in her arms. Her heart ached in sorrow with the fact she will never be whole again.

It was time to make them pay.

So, the plan began, it was quite immediate. She was a complete psychopath, but she made sure it was quick and clean. It was two days after the statement made by the Port Emberian president came out, 5 days after the attack and the day after she was tricked into eating her own daughter. So, she tapped into military comms with the best hackers that the Geonal government could offer, gave the Masked Resistance the frequency and had them get to work.

Masked Resistance Agents - Iarann Grudaidh
“Okay gentlemen, silence please” the commander yelled as the room went quiet, listening to the radio they previously tapped into. It erupted into a call-list for the soldier’s positions, they changed daily for security reasons. [i]”5th Battalion, 1st Group, Astares Americanum Embassy. 4th Battalion, 2nd Group, Port Emberian Embassy.” he immediately wrote it down as the men ran out of the room to the interception point. Getting in their unmarked cars and driving off as quickly as possible.

14 minutes later…

The convoy was just passing and the men were ready, sitting hidden at the side of the road as the tires slowly moved across the tarmac in front of them, they turned the jammer on and began rushing to the convoy, eliminating any immediate threats with their silenced assault rifles, G36Cs to be precise, once all of the men were taken care of, they grabbed their clothes and changed into the Grudaidhian military uniforms. They turned off the jammer “4th Battalion to Base.” the Masked Resistance commander would speak into the radio, all disguised as Grudaidhian soldiers as the convoy started moving. “Apologies, temporarily lost comms, enroute to the Port Emberian Embassy, over and out.” he’d place the radio back in it’s slot as the mrap’s engine hummed quietly in the background, the convoy began moving in the direction of the embassy. The embassy was highly secure, which is why the military disguises were so necessary.

The convoy eventually arrived at the front entrance of the Port Emberian embassy as the attack’s first steps began, two soldiers marched behind their CO as they spoke to the local guards, who completely believed the little game they were playing. “I need everyone in the embassy building down here in 5 minutes, security protocol and orders from high up.” the commander would speak as the local guard nodded and told his team to gather everyone up. The plan was simple, collect all the hostages in one area and capture them. And the clock began ticking, what happened in 5 minutes you may ask? The distraction, the news and attention would be brought over there while they silently took an entire embassy hostage. The fake soldiers began patrolling around the main room as more and more people started gathering, to nobody’s knowledge except the terrorists in disguise, the front door was completely locked down.

Meanwhile…

The attack was simple, car bombs in the different parking garages of nearby buildings and backpack bombs in the main receptions, making sure to aim near main structural integrity points. Way more powerful than the 5 bombs set off in Port Ember, because this time there was 20, dotted around 10 different buildings and the main park of the local area, civilians ate ice cream or watched their kids play on the swings, running around the park and making sure to keep an eye on them, the attack had 3 simple rules. 1.) don’t fail, 2.) aim for the biggest crowds possible, 3.) die with the explosion. The third one was because the Empress knew how thorough the Grudaidhians will be when it comes down to hunting them, better they die than face months upon months of torture.

The time was 12:01, the attack was supposed to take place at 12:06. The different people were all in position as the backpack bombs ticked down to the death of thousands, even millions. Time seemed to crawl past as they faced the last moments of their life, serving their cause for what they believed to be the greater good when suddenly, 24 explosions ripped through central Duff Gardens as the timers in the backpacks ran out, the deaths were instant, the 10 buildings targeted began to crumble as the explosions quickly evaporated their structural supports, same with the 4 parking garages, the park mentioned was coated in smoke and dead bodies, spilled ice cream, blood and flames scattered across and around the corpses of deceased citizens. The screams began almost immediately as blood, ash and fire spread everywhere, infernos caused by the explosions immediately began to rage, the power was so overwhelming that most bystanders stood in shock, watching the 20 large fireballs as they lit up the sky, like fucked up and cruel fireworks which nobody wanted to see that day. Police, Military, Paramedics and Firefighters were there in the blink of an eye as people ran out of the burning buildings covered in smoke and ash. The paramedics and firefighters were completely overwhelmed, a large area of Duff Gardens was immediately cordoned off as police and military began closing off streets, only allowing access to emergency services. Major Incident tents were set up everywhere, scattered across numerous streets which used to house thousands of cars every hour were now used to treat the badly wounded and deceased.

Back at the Embassy

The clock hit 12:06 as the hostages began realizing the situation they were truly in, the guards were immediately and quickly executed as the crowd was secured and forced to stay in one position, their arms and legs being restrained as they were ordered to lie on their bellies, duct tape placed on their mouths to muffle the screams of horror and misery. The ‘soldiers’ would get changed back into their original outfits as they began placing C4 at the front entrance, laser trip wires would blow anybody who dared enter to pieces, like the millions of pieces of the now deceased victims of the major terror attack in central Duff Gardens.

The commander, codenamed Rex, purposefully triggered the Embassy’s alarm system… It was time to alert the world of what happens when you fucked with the masked resistance.

And so, the attack was a raging success, either way they had already won, it wasn’t about escaping it was about making both Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh bleed for what they did to the Empress, although, there’d still be no threads to pull, the Empress ensured of it, so that even if the ties were discovered, it could simply be placed on a small group of radicalized people who wanted to make Iarann Grudaidh hurt, and that she’d 'promise to take care of the attackers.'
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Postby Iarann Grudaidh » Sat Aug 08, 2020 8:18 am

DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader's Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

Ròs smiled at the invitation to do her work, she turned to the Commander and grabbed a chair, sliding it and facing it towards her, not before unholstering her pistol and laying it on the table. “You killed 4 members of the Supreme Family, 2 were in the line of succession… You’re in deep chac.” She’d end the sentence with a Scottish flare. “Now, you’re going to tell me who gave you the attack orders. I’m not asking, I’m informing.” she’d glance over to her tools which lay neatly on the table, reaching for one which was some sheers...Perfect for amputation. she thought to herself. A small smile appeared on her face as she pulled out another lollipop, unwrapping it and popping it in her mouth. Taking it out again she’d stare at him. “Y’know, who needs their fingers when they can have stumps instead.” she’d stare at him, silently chuckling a bit and popping the lollipop back into her mouth.

”You wouldn’t! That’s barbaric” he’d finally reply, causing her to smile and once again take the lollipop out to speak. “Eh, I’m not a very classy person.” she’d say, resting a hand on her very pregnant belly as she watched him carefully. “I will do what I have to do to get the answers my bosses require, if that includes amputation of perfectly fine fingers then so be it. I’m giving you a choice here.” she’d smile… He wouldn’t budge ”You would never!... The GIA agent sighed softly and reached for the sheers, making sure to check the blades, they were sharp, admiring them she’d turn to him again. “Last chance thu amadan.” He’d put his fingers out, she snorted and grabbed them, laying them neatly on the table as she aligned the sharp blades of the sheers and suddenly CLAMP at a quick speed the sheers had worked their magic and dug into the now amputated fingers of the Masked Resistance commander as his screams of agony echoed throughout the room “doctor, patch him up please.” she’d look at one of the guards who grabbed a nearby medic kit and prepared to stop the wound from bleeding, little to no morphine would be given, he would feel the full pain for his actions. Rose would once again stare at the now blood-stained sheers as the blood dripped it’s way onto the metal table.




DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Fire Department Headquarters

During the attack…

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From the Duff Gardens Fire & Rescue Service Headquarters - FOR IMMEDIATE PUBLIC RELEASE


From:

Owen Johnson;

Head of Fire and Rescue Operations - Duff Gardens

Subject: LARGE EXPLOSION IN DUFF GARDENS

Encryption Level: Public

At 12:06pm GST 24 explosions were set off in the centre of Duff Gardens, creating an explosion estimated to be 1 kilometer wide. Rescue operations are still ongoing and we ask that the public stay away from the scene. If you have been injured by the blast and/or shockwave we request that you go to the doctors instead of the hospital unless the injuries are severe. Our hospitals are currently at maximum capacity. A large perimeter surrounding central Iarann Grudaidh has been set up and Police/Military are on scene cordoning off areas for public safety. At this time a Shelter At Home announcement is in place working alongside our Large Scale Incident Protocol. (LCIP).

The cause of the explosion is currently unknown and all possibilities are being investigated at this time. The current road closures will remain in place until tomorrow night, where another update will take place

Glory to Iarann Grudaidh!

Head of Fire and Rescue Owen Johnson
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DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Iarann Grudaidhian Ambulance and Medical Services Headquarters

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From the Duff Gardens Ambulance and Medical Services Headquarters - FOR IMMEDIATE PUBLIC RELEASE


From:

Harper Dunn;

Chief Paramedic - Duff Gardens

Subject: LARGE EXPLOSION IN DUFF GARDENS

Encryption Level: Public

At 12:06pm GST several large scale explosions ripped their way through central Duff Gardens, at this time the cause for said explosions is unknown. Medical services across Iarann Grudaidh are in heavy numbers in central Duff Gardens taking care of the wounded and injured. At this time we have counted at least 7,502 deceased, 21,003 injured. Our operators are working around the clock to inform the families. We are assisting the IGFRS in their searches for any survivors of the attack. Our hospitals are currently at severe overflow as non-critical patients are transported to smaller hospitals or hospitals that are further away.

Please note for further information:


If you obtain an injury during the course of these rescue efforts it may be difficult to get help to you, rate your injury on a severity scale.
Minor: Attempt to treat it yourself, if you are unsure how to do it, please dial the non-emergency medical help line.

Moderate: Please contact the emergency medical help line and inform the dispatcher of your situation, if need be an ambulance will be sent out to assist, otherwise we ask that you go to the doctor’s yourself (NOT THE HOSPITALS).

Major: Contact the emergency medical help line IMMEDIATELY and inform the dispatcher of your situation, listen to their advice and attempt to call a friend to assist you if need be. Our rescue efforts may be seriously delayed due to the large scale ongoing incident.


Current overflown hospitals:
  • Duff Gardens General Hospital
  • Willow Gardens Hospital
  • Pinevalley Hospital
  • Silver Lake Community Hospital
  • Rose Petal Community Hospital
  • Orness Extreme Incident Hospital
  • Grand View Medical Clinic
  • Golden Oak Hospital
  • Thistle General Hospital
  • White Mountain Community Hospital


Please keep yourself and loved ones safe by adhering to the above advice, thank you.

Glory to Iarann Grudaidh!

Chief Paramedic Harper Dunn
Iarann Grudaidh

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DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader's Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

The Supreme Leader sat at her desk in her luxurious second home as the tears dripped down from her eyes and onto the gold encrusted, white painted office desk in front of her. Staring at the speech laid before her. Not a word left her mouth as she sat there, the news feed of the ongoing situation echoing throughout the room through a large wall-hung television. Her blank, broken stare as her lips began to dry and her tears began to stain. Enough games. she thought to herself as she gripped the armrests of her luxurious black office chair and stood up for a moment, grabbing a tissue and wiping the tears away.

Deep down she knew that such an attack wouldn’t have gone unprovoked… If this was a terror attack, that is. It hit her. Port Ember was recently attacked to a scale which pales in comparison, but they had the motive to attack Geonal for it. She sat back down and frantically opened up google, looking at the latest news in Geonal… when it appeared in bold Princess Amanda ruthlessly assassinated and executed, foreign nations suspected.

With the news of what happened in Geonal coming to light, she realized just how her ally has fucked her over. She tapped her fingernail on the desk when one of her employees came walking in. She’d look up and smile a bit at the face infront of her, hoping for good news. “Ma’am, the Port Emberian embassy has been captured. Believed to be masked resistance.” her smile faded as she looked back down. She’d look back up again, putting on her best poker face. “Are you sure?” she asked, receiving a yes in response. “Okay, call Ròs and inform her she will be taking over negotiations, I want two military divisions sent to the perimeter and medical/fire on standby, as well as Vortex. Inform Port Ember that their embassy is under attack.” she’d speak, resulting in a nod from the person in front of her as he saluted and walked out.

For now, she ripped the speech up and tossed it into a nearby bin, before typing up a new one on her dual monitored computer. Going through a few drafts which resembled the old ones but also discussing events that have just come about.

Meanwhile there was no doubt that the Port Emberian government had quickly been made aware of the unfolding incident. Though, she wasn’t happy with them, knowing that somehow, this attack was a direct result of something they did… That fucked with her head the most, that the real reasoning behind this attack is her own ally, the one she trusted to buy ships and weaponry from, the one who helped her nation in numerous disaster situations, the same nation that she came to the aid of when they were attacked was the same nation that angered the Geonal government enough to kill thousands or millions of Grudaidhians. She once again glanced at the gold encrusted box, a gift for her from the Port Emberian President… A scowl slowly creeping its way on her face. She wanted to yell and scream, but that isn't who she is. She'd expect Port Ember to be extra careful where they stepped, though.

A few minutes later the speech was fully prepared, hitting the print button after being satisfied with her work she got up from her chair, grabbed the paper and walked out to the waiting crowds in her newsroom. She knew she had to plan what she said and continue to push the mental image of Iarann Grudaidh staying strong. As she stepped out of her room her security team, as per usual, followed her every move and kept a very careful eye on her. Outside a convoy of more soldiers pulled up to increase security around the building after the large explosion.

She walked into the news room as reporters began yelling out their questions, she looked straight in front of her as she reached the podium from the left side. Setting the piece of paper down and listening as the eager members of the press quietened down to listen to what she had to say. “My fellow Grudaidhians, our allies and the world beyond. I understand the frustration and upset which comes with this speech today. I understand the frustration and upset with the ongoing incident in central Iarann Grudaidh. I understand the frustration and upset at the constant bombardment of battles and disasters that this nation is facing. I understand the pain and suffering that some families are going through today, and to them I offer my deepest and most heartfelt apologies that such a tragedy could happen on my watch. Fellow Grudaidhians, our allies and the world beyond… I have failed to protect you.” her body began to fail her as a steady stream of tears made their way off the Supreme Leader’s face, wiping one away. “I have failed to ensure the safety of every deceased, injured, traumatized and mourning citizen that has been affected by the incident today. It is with great certainty that I am declaring this incident a terrorist attack of the highest degree, I have been in lengthy talks with commanders today and we have extreme reason to believe that the attackers were none other than the Masked Resistance.” she’d sigh softly as the tears continued to flow. “I want to make one promise I refuse to break. I promise that I will destroy this terrorist threat with everything this nation has to offer. I call on our allies to do the same. My administration has strong suspicions regarding Geonal and Rhinocera’s involvement when it comes to the Masked Resistance, we are alarmed at the amount of Masked Resistance operators that we’ve captured, and how they all have an accent of Geonal or Rhinoceran origin. My administration publicly calls on Rhinocera and Geonal to actively prove their innocence through an international court. As a lot of people already know, Iarann Grudaidh and Geonal have never really had good relations, ever, from the foundation of the two nations we’ve always had a bloody past, this along with other overwhelming evidence that my operators have collected suggests Geonal has had a hand in this terrorist organization from the beginning. I want to be able to provide words of comfort, of ease, to rest the minds of every Grudadhian watching this broadcast, and my heart aches with the acknowledgement that I can’t.

I am also ordering for defense patrols to increase in heavy numbers, including the addition of military checkpoints. I want to personally thank the brave soldiers and emergency services who have faced this challenge head on and have risked their lives to save those trapped in the large scale explosion which took place.

Additionally I wish to inform the public that during the attack we received an alert from the Port Emberian embassy, in which we have reason to believe that there is an ongoing hostage situation. I do not have all the details yet however I believe this is connected to the attack in the capital earlier today. Forces will remain in heavy numbers at the scene until it has been fully resolved. I will not fail you again.” She immediately grabbed the paper and hastily walked out of the room as a flurry of questions erupted behind her… None were to be answered.




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▉▉▉▉▉,IARANN GRUDAIDH

Grudaidhian Intelligence Agency

Rose was sitting down on a small armchair as her phone began to ring, the caller marked private. Grabbing the phone and answering, she’d place the device to her ear. ”It’s Mark” she sat up and began to speak. “Tell me you want me in on this Mark, tell me you want me at the Embassy.” she’d respond hopefully. ”Exactly, see you soon.”
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Postby Astares Amauricanum » Mon Aug 10, 2020 12:12 am

The seas south of Geonal
Offshore Oil Rigs Falcon 1, 2 and 3


In the seas south of Geonal, exploration drillings had revealed in the past a vast quantity of oil lying at the bottom of the ocean. With this new source of riches in its direct Exclusive Economic Zone, it had not been long before the Empire which was now at war with Iarann Grudaidh, Port Ember and Astares Amauricanum, put up three big offshore oil platforms, named after their dear Empress.

However, due to to said war now having been declared, these three rigs had been deemed a High Value Target by the Astarian intelligence, and therefore, an operation to take them down had been planned and approved by the Imperial authorities.
The destruction of Falcon 1, 2 and 3 would have two main goals: destroy a valuable source of income for Geonal, and lure one of their fleets into an ambush.
Because while it was told before that the entirety of the Astarian military apparatus was undergoing a vast overhaul of its computer and informatic systems, and was therefore on standby, this task had already been done for a good part of the submarine branch of the Imperial Navy, which is why a good number of them, around 15 in total, were participating in the operation.


Operation: Silent Shark.
2nd Special Training Squadron, Keiserlig Custos

Below the three platforms, seemingly materializing out of thin air from the abyss, a group of 60 men and women in diving gear, carrying various pouches and bags with them, slowly rise towards the surface in the silence of the night above.
This important group is the Second Special Training Squadron of the Astarian Imperial Guard, or Sekund Bodark Keiserlig Custos as it is known in Astarian.
This Tier 1 unit, alongside the other Special Training Squadrons of the Imperial Guard, was made up of the best of the best, which is why they were more than often chosen to partake in covert and deniable operations, like the one they were about to undertake.
The wetsuits they were wearing had all been beforehand stripped of any distinctive signs such as brands and symbols, just like their diving gear, plate carriers, etc, effectively rendering everything "sterile" and therefore impossible to trace back to their unit or the Imperium.
This was doubly true for the weapons, as they were all equipped with differrent rifles, pistols, etc. Ranging from the French FAMAS to the Russian AN-94, and various other guns as well, the lack of unity among the gear they were using would make someone think they were just a bunch of mercenaries. Well-armed mercenaries, but mercenaries nonetheless.
This had been made possible partly thanks to a special branch of one of the Imperium's arms manufacturers, whose job was to retroengineer other guns and recreate them for secret and deniable military and intelligence special teams, in order to make them not appear as Astarians.


As the Bodarks slowly rise towards the surface, having been deployed half an hour ago frol various submarines, they divide themselves in three groups of 20 each.
The mission was the same for each group: Assault the rigs, find their way to the pressure pump controls, and overload them, which would then make the rigs explode and fall to the bottom of the ocean.
Meanwhile, part of each group would be on evac duty, by stealing a chopper.

"Overlord, Falcon 1-1 in position." says the leader of the group assigned to the first platform. "No signs of surface patrols so far.
-Falcon 2-1, same here.
-Falcon 3-1, Same here." repeat his two colleagues.
"Overlord copies all, plan has not changed. Find your way to the pressure controls overload them, and bring those babies down. Operation Silent Shark is a go. You are cleared to engage" says the mission controller over the radio.
"Falcon 1-1 copies all. Don't worry Overlord, we'll give them hell." replies the first group leader, before focusing once more towards the surface, and motioning for his team to prepare their climbing equipment and grappling hooks.

As they surface, the black- clad group is not seen in the moonless night.
Without a word, they put on their helmets and NVGs, and soon spot a small rail above. They raise their grappling hook rifles towards it, and shoot them all at once. In just a few seconds the twenty men and women are now high above the water, ready to do their task.
As they leave behind their diving gear, they now unload their various weapons from their bags, load and lock them. Then, on a sign from their leader, they form two columns, and start advancing towards their objective.

Just after a few seconds, they stumble upon a three-man security team, who do not have time to reach for their guns as they fall dead to the ground, their heads and torso pierced by multiple bullets of various calibers.
However, an alarm starts ringing soon afterwards all over the rig.
"Overlord, Falcon 1-1, our cover is blown, proceeding to target on the double!" shouts the leader on the radio., before starting to run, his group following him right behind.

After various twists and turnq in the rig's stairs and corridors, multiple enemies engaged, and three of them wounded and forced to fall behind, the group now arrives to the pressure control room.
Once the room has been breached, and a flashbang thrown inside, Falcon 1-1 to 1-5 kill the five soldiers inside, before 1-2 and 1-3 grab by the collar the two foremrn who were also here.
"Who are you? What are you doing?" asks one of the Geonal workers in panic as the two Astarian operators hold their hands over fingerprint scanners, and start manipulatiing various buttons.
-Who we are does not matter, " Replies Falcon 1-1, "and what we're doing is simply overload these babies." he adds as he gestures to the pump control pannel.
"No! Stop! You'll bring the whole place down! Please!" shouts the other foreman with a pleading tone.
"That's precisely what we're here for. Don't worry, you won't be there anymore." says Falcon 1-3 as he releases him, only to take out his pistol and put two round in his head, and then two others in the first Geonal worker.
"Exactly." finishes Falcon 1-1, before his team and him start working on the system to overload it.

Once the pumps have been overloaded, the oil rig starts falling apart causing the Bodarks to not linger around and run towards their evac pointsw shooting their enemies down along the way.
Once they've reached the helicopters their teamates have stole, they all climb aboard in a hurry.

And as the machines lift off and take the heading of the unmarked ship that would gather them, somd 500 kilometers south, the various teams take some time to admire their work, as the onvnce proud Falcon 1, 2 and 3 oil rigs, are now engulfed by dozens of fireballs and start falling apart, dislocating themselves and falling down in the ocean, sinking with dozens of bodies within them.
Now, it was time for the second phase of the operation, the fleet ambush...



Port Ember Megalopolis
In the early morning, a lone black C18 Albatros with Astarian Air Force markings had landed at the airport, only for a black SUV to come out of the back once the rear door had been lowered.
After having exited the airport, said SUV had gone towards the city, specifically in the Lilly Black Borough sector.

And now, after said SUV has parked in front of the Headquarters of the Port Ember Foreign Intelligence Agency, two people get out of it.
The first one , a tall man, 2.03m in height, with a heavy set built, brown eyes and a black bandana on his head. A large scar can be seen on his face, going from the corner of his left eye all the way down his cheek to the left corner of his mouth.
For clothes, he's wearing a pair of dark grey cargo pants, ankle-high combat boots, a dark grey shirt with an opened black leather jacket on top of it. Strapped to his right thigh, a holster holding a Masada 57 pistol, and to his left side, a combat knife in a belt sheath.
The other one with him, is a man too, but clearly appearing more laid back. Wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a striped necktie, he holds a suitcase, and one can see the faint outline of a shoulder hoslter beneath his vest.

As the two men approach the building, they take some time to straighten themselves.
Once that is done, they approach the guards standing outside.
"Excuse me gentlemen." starts the suited man, "Agent Elijah Kamski, Astares Centralis Intelligentsia. This is Colonel Gabriel T Rorke of the Special Training Squadrons of the Imperial Guard, or Keiserlig Custos. We would like to meet the Director if he is available." he says with a respectful nod, while Gabriel, like the veteran he is, nods with a deep "Hey."



Iarann Grudaidh.

As the Port Ember Embassy attack happened a few hours ago, the Astares Amauricanum Embassy went into lockdown as a result. No in or out, and no contact with Iarann agents at all. The Emperor and Empress, already in the country, would recontact the staff to tell them once the situation would have been resolved.

Meanwhile, as they continue being disembarked from their ships, the medical units of the First and Third Keiserlig Custozls Divisions prepare themselves for an immediate deployment in support of Iarann paramedics firemen, to treat the wounded in the aftermath of the attack.

And finally, back at the Supreme Leader's second home, Adrean, Anna and the Phantoms, in the small but comfortable quarters that have been set up for them, take some time to rest and ressuply.
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President Edward Flint was utterly overwhelmed with emotion as he puffed deeply upon his thick hand rolled cigar whilst seated within his luxurious presidential home office. Dark circles had formed underneath the banks of his eyes, eyes which normally sparkled in a brilliant sapphire blue, now dull and faded. His body ached all over and his constant bursting headache stubbornly refused to subside. Edward was tired. Emotionally, physically and spiritually tired beyond respite.

After his beloved Port Ember suffered its most horrendous terror attack in history, he gained no opportunity to rest and take a breather, as his family needed him to be the husband and father they deserved. His nation needed him to be the leader, consoler and president they deserved. His Armed Forces needed him to be the Commander in Chief they deserved. Unfortunately, no one needed him to rest when so much protection was required, so much decisions needed to be made, so much revenge needed to be served.

After Edward gave the go ahead for his Director of Foreign Intelligence Agency - one Director Harrold Green to strike back at their Geonal enemies, with the instructions of not being informed of the details - he had soon learned that the Geonal Princess was kidnapped and assassinated - with strong rumours whispering that said Princess ended up being served to the Empress in the form of a breakfast sausage. Edward knew that should he ask his Director whether they were responsible, he would get the truth revealed, yet Edward did not want to ask that question. The possibility of maybe not knowing that he sanctioned the sickest act in the world was the only aspect which could keep his creeping suspicion at bay. Should he learn the truth - which he secretly felt he knew allready - he would not be able to prevent himself from committing a act of suicide. How could one even begin to attempt to justify such a hideous act?

And now, to throw some metaphorical fat on the raging shitstorm of which has already transpired, Edward's gaze was fixed on the report laid out in front of him - the report informing him of the developments taking place within the nation of his neighbors and allies, Iarann Grudaidh. An unprecedented terror attack had taken place merely hours ago, tearing the city of Duff Gardens apart, tearing down the very foundations of the nation's very symbolic image. The enemy had managed to tear down the very hope of an entire nation - their very image. And the countless dead.. Countless innocent women, children, fathers.. Children of a once proud nation.

Motheruckers.

Edward flicked on the wall mounted television set in time for the official Supreme Leader address relating to the attack which rocked their nation.

Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh's Press Release

“My fellow Grudaidhians, our allies and the world beyond. I understand the frustration and upset which comes with this speech today. I understand the frustration and upset with the ongoing incident in central Iarann Grudaidh. I understand the frustration and upset at the constant bombardment of battles and disasters that this nation is facing. I understand the pain and suffering that some families are going through today, and to them I offer my deepest and most heartfelt apologies that such a tragedy could happen on my watch. Fellow Grudaidhians, our allies and the world beyond… I have failed to protect you.” her body began to fail her as a steady stream of tears made their way off the Supreme Leader’s face, wiping one away. “I have failed to ensure the safety of every deceased, injured, traumatized and mourning citizen that has been affected by the incident today. It is with great certainty that I am declaring this incident a terrorist attack of the highest degree, I have been in lengthy talks with commanders today and we have extreme reason to believe that the attackers were none other than the Masked Resistance.” she’d sigh softly as the tears continued to flow. “I want to make one promise I refuse to break. I promise that I will destroy this terrorist threat with everything this nation has to offer. I call on our allies to do the same. My administration has strong suspicions regarding Geonal and Rhinocera’s involvement when it comes to the Masked Resistance, we are alarmed at the amount of Masked Resistance operators that we’ve captured, and how they all have an accent of Geonal or Rhinoceran origin. My administration publicly calls on Rhinocera and Geonal to actively prove their innocence through an international court. As a lot of people already know, Iarann Grudaidh and Geonal have never really had good relations, ever, from the foundation of the two nations we’ve always had a bloody past, this along with other overwhelming evidence that my operators have collected suggests Geonal has had a hand in this terrorist organization from the beginning. I want to be able to provide words of comfort, of ease, to rest the minds of every Grudadhian watching this broadcast, and my heart aches with the acknowledgement that I can’t.

I am also ordering for defense patrols to increase in heavy numbers, including the addition of military checkpoints. I want to personally thank the brave soldiers and emergency services who have faced this challenge head on and have risked their lives to save those trapped in the large scale explosion which took place.

Additionally I wish to inform the public that during the attack we received an alert from the Port Emberian embassy, in which we have reason to believe that there is an ongoing hostage situation. I do not have all the details yet however I believe this is connected to the attack in the capital earlier today. Forces will remain in heavy numbers at the scene until it has been fully resolved. I will not fail you again.


Edward switched off the television set and started to reflect on what was said. A sickening thought settled deep into the worried mind of Edward - what if this mass terror attack was a direct result of revenge for the assassinated princess? That would mean that Port Ember was indirectly responsible for thousands of innocent deaths?.. Edward sighed deeply as he shook the thought from his mind.

Now was not a time for grief, sorrow and regret. Now was a time for action.




Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Security Forces House

Minister Jan Breytenbach

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Security Forces House; Port Ember Megalopolis


Jan Breytenbach, the Port Emberian Minister of Defence maintained a calm posture whilst seated within his office as the various reports came streaming towards his desk. The sheer amount of reports - and the grim nature of the information those contained - was more than enough to drive a lesser man to the brink of insanity and break his spirit. Jan Breytenbach however, was no lesser man.

Jan did not earn the nickname of "Ice Man" on the account of losing his cool, calculating and calculated train of thought after all.

Jan was a colorful man with a colorful past - even though those said colours all beings shades of dark grey. He was born into a military family, attended a military school and joined the military still in young age. By age 22, he was a qualified Task Force 79 (Special Forces) operator, serving his nation and her interests in all imaginable rotten corners of the globe. During the same year in which he became an operator, Jan married his childhood sweetheart, who blessed him with a daughter two years later. A year later, his wife could no longer deal with remaining loyal to a husband and father who they saw less than a month a year, and filed for divorce. Jan never stopped loving his daughter - and never stopped serving his nation.

By age 32, he had risen to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel within the Task Force on pure merit, and was widely regarded as one of the greatest warriors of his time. Later during that same year, Jan attended a Military Ball with his ten year old daughter, and the Ball became the location of a massive terror attack. The explosion managed to assassinate more than 90% of the top structure of the Port Ember Security Forces - and Jan's only daughter. Jan survived and was forced to collect the spreaded remains of his little girl. An event which would haunt the man till the end of time.

After the terror attack, the Republic was in crises, and the Security Forces in a state of chaos. In an attempt to remedy the chaotic situation, President Flint personally chose and appointed Jan as the new Chief Security Forces. Jan was thrown into the deep end, making a whopping six rank skip, and tasked with stabilizing a massive organization in chaos, whilst striking back at, and neutralising their enemies. Despite being hopelessly unprepared and emotionally broken, Jan managed to do exactly that, and restored the Armed Forces back to its superpower state. Once the situation was stabilized, Jan resigned from his position, feeling that he was forced to step up during a period of crises, yet he did not deserve his position, due to skipping six ranks. Impressed with Jan's abilities and personal valor, President Flint appointed him to the office of Minister of Defense.

Jan's time as the Minister of Defense was even more taxing, as he led his nation in four consecutive wars, where they triumphed in spectacular fashion.

Despite the constant success and pride, the constant state of stress and pressure was taxing to an already emotionally broken man, and his alcoholism worsened. Life took a turn for the better when he fell in love with a beautiful lass hailing from The Free Lands of The Selkie, who fell pregnant and consequently gave birth to Jan's son. His lover and child were now safely residing within the Republic's newest colony of Port Arthur, and the distance between them was slowly starting to wear him down once more. Jan had planned to retire when the new terror campaign had broke out, and was thus again sucked back into the abyss.

Jan has had enough of these terrorist scum who kept him from being with his family, kept him from watching his son grow up. These scum also crossed the final line when they bombed the Port. As Jan worked alongside the first responders during the aftermath, strong memories rushed back which reminded him of the murder of his daughter - and subsequently he attached those strong emotions and hate to the new enemies.

And here those bastards went and captured their embassy within Iarann Grudaidh, as yet another slap in the face of the Republic - and quite frankly, Jan has had enough of slaps being dealt out.

Mere moments after receiving word that their embassy had been captured within Iarann Grudaidh, Jan signed an order to mobilize a team of the Port Ember Security Forces, Task Force 79, Counter Terrorism Unit to solve the situation. The Minister made the orders very clear and very simple:
1. Rescue the hostages.
2. Ensure you capture at least one bastard alive for Intelligence gathering purposes; and 3. Make those bastards pay.




Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office

Director Jason Downing

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Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office; Port Ember Megalopolis


The guards at the lobby of the Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office received two men claiming to be within the employ of the Astares Centralis Intelligentsia, and wished to speak with Director Jason Downing himself.

Unbeknown to the two visitors, the second the guards led them within the publicly accessible outside lobby, facial recognition programs ran the standardized screening - which came back as a positive hit - the two men standing within the home of the Shadowy fist of Port Ember was indeed Agent Elijah Kamski and Colonel Gabriel T Rorke as they claimed.

The guard in question responded with a warm smile, "Aye gentlemen - the Director is expecting you. Please allow me to escort you to his office on the top floor. Welcome to Port Ember."
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Postby Iarann Grudaidh » Fri Aug 14, 2020 2:19 pm

DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader's Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

The Supreme Leader tapped her foot within the confinements of the Broadcast Room, she impatiently waited as a small hum emitted from the loudspeakers in the 4 corners. A call, specifically to the Port Emberian President was being made… This call wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, she was angry, she knew the true cause of the attack and she knew that Port Ember was responsible. Every part of her being felt disgusted with the acknowledgement that her own ally was the reasoning that millions of souls were lost. Suddenly, the screen came to life as the speakers emitted a small sound to acknowledge the beginning of the call.

As the call answered she sighed softly and buried her head into the palm of her hand, her disappointment showing in every part of her body. “What in the fuck, Edward.” swearing was something she never normally did during conferences, especially not directed at others… However, this wasn’t a normal day, and so the abnormal behaviour started to slip through the frustrated and tired cracks of the exhausted Supreme Leader.

As the screen sprung to life, President Edward Flint noticed the broken looking posture of his ally, and was immediately taken aback by Georgia's fighting words and attitude. He had a strong suspicion of what this was all about, but he had no choice but to play the long diplomatic game during this conversation, as so much was hanging in the balance.
"Well greetings to you as well dear friend…" The sarcasm in his tone was emanating only barely.

Georgia felt humoured, for once that day she almost chuckled. “Edward, I know Port Ember is responsible for the death of Amanda Falcon, the heir to the Geonal throne… I also know that was the cause of the ruthless attack against my nation, so apologies if I am not feeling entirely sunshine and rainbows today.” she’d look up, trying to dig up what little respect and honour for the world she had left.

Edward nodded before replying,
"Ah yes, I did not get a chance to convey my feelings publicly as of yet, but please know that me and my entire nation is with you and yours in thought and prayer. The entire affair is unspeakably vile. Rest assured that my Foreign Intelligence Agency is working overtime to track down the remnants of those rats upon your island." He knew full well that he was attempting to change the entire direction and tone of the conversation without addressing the actual problems, but he had grown adept at being a politician lately, and it was hard to switch it off.

Georgia expected this move from the President, the amount of times the two nations have came into contact meant that she knew the moves that Edward would play, changing the subject was one she expected… “Alright. President Flint, I’ll get down to the exact business of this call. Due to the attack in central Duff Gardens my government sees no choice but to swiftly take out the government of Geonal, this includes a full invasion. I know you had an involvement in Amanda’s death, and that is the reason for the millions of fatalities my emergency services are currently dealing with, that my citizens are currently mourning, that I have to be responsible for. Consider this a courtesy call.” her face remained stone cold.

Edward sighed, knowing the cat was out of the bag. He quite disliked it when his allies forgot who and what the Republic of Port Ember was, and what it was capable of. No matter how hard Edward worked to establish the image of power and leadership, his allies tended to constantly forget that their first allegiance should lay with him! He forced a soft smile as he replied,
"That is no way to treat an ally and a friend now is it? Look I fully understand the anger, pain and misery which is currently flowing through your veins - thus I will forgive you for your blind allegations against me - this time." Edward skipped a beat, allowing the true meaning of his words to hit home, before continuing,
"Amanda's assassination was not me. I never signed off on the assassination of an innocent girl. You should know by now that while I am ruthless in war, that I am no monster." Edward said this without letting slip a single dishonesty marker - he was a trained liar afterall. And also counting in his favour was the fact that he technically was speaking the truth - he never technically gave a direct order to have the girl killed.
"The mere fact that your nation was hit by the Masked Resistance in retaliation should be proof enough of this. If it was me - those rats would come after me and mine. If I were you Georgia, I would stop wasting my time in blaming my few remaining friends, and rather rein in my own agents!" Edward knew he was playing a dangerous game, attempting to sow doubt and mistrust into her own people, but such are the tenants of misdirection. In order for her not to linger on this, he added,
"I have agents very actively operating in Geonal at this moment, but they are not in the business of killing princesses. Go and take a look at the violent protests and anti crown riots taking place. Now that I can take full responsibility for."

Georgia chuckled softly, the President’s words amused her. Not only were they laced in assumptions, allegations and down right cockiness, every single word oozed an egotistical smell you could only get from a true to heart politician. “Edward. You’re right about a few things here, like how this is no way to treat an ally, however neither is being indirectly responsible for the deaths of their citizens in my opinion.” she’d fix her hair and continue speaking. “Do you genuinely think I buy that your nation had no involvement, maybe you didn’t give the order but I don’t doubt for a second that this was a revenge attack. My assumption is some dirtbag from the very corner of Port Ember got the orders from your war office, had two operators in Geonal kill off the princess.” she aired her surprisingly true beliefs, say what you want about her, she could study a person like they were a book. “Now, as you said, I’m very much wasting my time repeating things we both already know, so here’s what you don’t know. Not only will I be looking towards going into a full war with Geonal, however, I will also be making a few budget cuts to pay for this war.” she’d look down and grab a piece of paper, before speaking again. “Included in these cuts is a large order of naval fleets scheduled to be finalized next year, in which Port Ember would be selling my nation ships to replace ones which have become damaged beyond repair. Another would be our weapons supply in which we’d look from our usual CSP-21 and CSR-21 shipments in favour of homemade weaponry. Insult myself, my nation or my agents again and I might consider fast-tracking such budget cuts and hell, maybe even leave the GFTC entirely.” She’d place the piece of paper back down. “So, before you comment that my allegations are blind or that I don’t know what I’m talking about, maybe consider the financial implications of doing so. Furthermore if you genuinely believe that this attack wasn’t at all directed towards the both of our nations then I’m guessing you haven't heard the very apparent news that your embassy is under siege, in which I am once again coming to your aid and having my best operators sort the situation, those same operators who you say should be reined in, so, I’d love to rein them in right now, however they’re currently working towards a peaceful solution to an attack against you. When your Port was attacked, I had the decency to be supportive and give you aid, however, all I am hearing when the roles are reversed are excuses, finger pointing and subject changes.” her tone would remain firm and quite dominant, not letting herself break her poker face for a single second.

Edward had to bite his tongue, pure anger coursing through his veins, his very soul. The Port Emberian people were a resisting sort, but threatening one's business interests was a sure way to awaken wrath they had not known had existed beforehand. Edward paused for more than one single moment, forcing himself to calm down before speaking in anger, his knuckles turning pale whit from grasping onto his office desk. After cooling down slightly, a soft smile formed on his lips. Before becoming President, Edward ran multiple multi billion dollar conglomerates, thus he was no stranger to boardroom warfare.
"Georgia, again I reiterate that I understand that you're filled with emotional upheaval, and I appreciate that you need to find an outlet. But I have warned you that I will not stand for this nonsense any further. I am telling you one final time that I did not have any part in orchestrating the assassination of the princess. And let me amuse you, by considering the possibility that it was a Port Emberian who carried out the attack. If they did, it was done on own accord. You cannot possibly hold me accountable for the actions of an unknown individual, just as I cant hold you accountable if a stranger within your nation murders a neighbor of his when you ordered naught." Edward took in a deep breath, knowing that the conversation ahead was just going to get tougher from here on out.

"And you dare insult me? You dare insinuate that my nation stands not by your side? You wish to throw our dedication to our friendship into our faces? Have I not specifically told you that my best agents are actively hunting our enemies still embedded on your island? Have my own soldiers not bled and died for you when no one else from NOSA was willing to stand by you when you faced invasion? Have I not trained your Special Forces unit free of charge or obligation as a sign of solidarity and unity? You insult the very blood spilled on your behalf. And aye - I am fully aware of the Port Emberian Embassy problem, and I am grateful that you are trying to solve the situation. I have an elite team en route as we speak to handle it the Port Emberian way. But again, don't you dare throw this gesture into my face! The blame for the capture of my embassy lies firmly in your shoulders. The fact that you can allow an entire enemy military contingent to roll through your streets unopposed is your failure - one which I am fully justified to blame you for publicly. Yet, as an ally and friend, I instead chose to work alongside you, instead of turning against you, like you are doing to me."

Edward was nearly out of breath, fuming in anger now build up, striking the iron whilst still hot, knowing he might be pushing too hard, but not caring anymore at this point,
"Now, to add insult to injury, you wish to threaten our trade relations!? I will be very blunt with you. Whilst your act of betraying our legal trade contract will surely cause short term financial damage, do not kid yourself woman. We both know very well that I can and will find a new buyer for those very goods you wish to abandon within a heartbeat. I can survive without your business, whilst your nation would be the one who will suffer. Sure, utilize your own weaponry, but we both know that my weapons and vessels are not just weapons - they are war winners. So go to war without my weapons - it's your soldiers whom will pay with their lives. And let me be perfectly clear here - cancel this deal, and our nations will never conduct another arms deal again. And I'm not one who falls for bluffs - go ahead and withdraw from the Global Free Trade Consortium. I DARE YOU. Again, whilst it will hurt in the short term - we both know that I will recover in a heartbeat, whereas you will lose access to a massive and beneficial trade network. And again, let's go down that route, withdraw your nation from the GFTC, and I will slowly but very surely drive away trade between our nations. We both know that such a move will cripple you, whilst my immense trade network will allow me to recover in an instant.

Georgia, this is my very last friendly warning… Do NOT fuck with me."

Georgia glared at the TV, a glare never seen before… A glare of pure hatred. At least a million Grudaidhians have died and she’s sitting here listening to a politician telling her absolute and utter bullshit. Fire began pulsing through her veins as the last of her patience ran thin, her thoughts began to race as the muscles in her arm began to flex. Electricity shot through her entire body as the heat in the room rose. He poked the bear, and the bear responded “I see your game, and I raise you. I will be ordering a permanent standstill from any and all shipments towards or from Iarann Grudaidh directed to or from Port Ember on the basis of illegal and covert activity and beliefs in the indirect involvement of the slaughtering of over 1 million citizens of Grudaidhian citizenship, furthermore such an act will see the contracts nullified. Not that there’s many ships coming from Port Ember as most were damaged from the blast.” she only got angrier as she rose from her seat and looked directly into the camera. “You whine about how I dare insult you and yet here you are ripping down the very foundations of our friendship like a cracked up hyena on the very basis of a suggestion of the nullification of an arms contract. THAT my good sir is fucking pathetic. And no, such an act isn’t to hurt your fucking economy Edward, it’s to send the message through your head that you should probably be a bit nicer to the woman who’s watched countless hours worth of footage of her own citizens bloodied and bruised from an explosion indirectly caused by a Port Emberian hit.” she began to boom through the room as the anger clearly was shown in her eyes, likely terrifying to someone who has never seen the Supreme Leader this angry. “Frankly I’m fucking repulsed that you have the utter nerve to sit there and play stupid like a fucking coward who can’t admit to the mistakes of his nation. Furthermore that you use dead soldiers as a bargaining point against me like they have anything to do with this, they did a service for their country. Leaving the GFTC would not even come close to crippling me you fucking pathetic lunatic. My economy was perfectly fine before AND after. Go ahead and never trade with me again, I frankly would be in support of it. Your soldiers have been absolute saints and risked their fucking lives for us, that I will always acknowledge and appreciate, however, when I have their leader sitting in front of me claiming he had no involvement in such an attack I have no choice but to show that I will not be fucked around.. Let me remind you as to who you’re talking to, because you seem to think these blank threats would hurt me in any way, they really fucking don’t.” She almost ran out of breath as she took a silent sip of a glass of water sitting in front of her. “You’re genuinely a pathetic excuse for a leader. Now, back to what I was originally calling you for, the courtesy call. I will be making movements for the Grudaidhian fleet to be mobilized and for the first attacks to begin. Understood?” she’d wait for a response from the President as she remained in a standing position with her palms across the table in front of her. Watching Edward’s every move carefully.

Edward went silent as Georgia rambled on, his soft smile slowly dissipating, along with his patience. It was clear that his ally no longer respected him as the Alpha Wolf in the alliance, and that was more dangerous than any threat or economic deal going south. As a budding Superpower, Port Ember's influence over its friends was as critical as oxygen. Edward knew full well that he overstated the consequences of this alliance breaking up, but the essence was true- the nation of Iarann Grudaidh would be hurt badly, whilst Port Ember would be able to recover in a minimal timeframe due to their strategically placed trade networks and alliances. He did not want to go down this route offcourse, with so much time, effort and history invested into this alliance, but it seemed unavoidable at this point in time. Edward's normally sparkling blue eyes turned into a dark grey shade as his temperament took a turn for the worse and an entirely different side to the man surfaced.
"So be it then. I am not going to stand here and accept insults from you when our entire relationship has consisted of my nation showing you kindness. I am not going to try to explain the economical dangers your nation is facing to a person who clearly does not understand the economical principles of this world. Now, as for your plans of beating the drums of war, thank you for the courtesy then. I am returning the courtesy by informing you that you will do so without the support or protection of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance. Goodbye Georgia."

Georgia scoffed internally “Goodbye, Edward.” and quickly ended the call, anger still pulsing through her veins as she paced around the room before grabbing her chair and flipping it. “FUCK” she’d yell out as the anger overwhelmed her. She immediately sprang into action and began to file the necessary documents in order to bring her threats to reality.


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From the Office of the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh


From:
Georgia Grudaidh
Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
President Edward Flint;
President; Port Ember

Subject: Trade Sanctions & Additional Information
Encryption Level: Maximum

Dear President Flint

I am writing to inform you in regards to our previous conflict, I have had time to collect my thoughts and finalize the Trade Sanction against your nation. This decision does not come lightly, however, my nation will not stand for how we have been disrespected and spat on by yourself.

It is with a heavy heart I declare that Iarann Grudaidh has placed official trade sanctions against the Republic of Port Ember. All future or ongoing arms deals and contracts, including future naval investments are null and void

In regards to your “No NOSA support” claim, I’d like to remind you that I have not been suspended nor am I disqualified from any NOSA support, your blank statement has absolutely no effect on the decision making of other nations.

As of now, a conclusion regarding my nation’s departure from the GFTC has not been made, I assure you, I’m not as blind as one may think to how others think of me.


Regards


Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III
Iarann Grudaidh





WESTPOOL,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

S.A.U Base of Operations

Major Rebecca Cameron was well respected within the Specialized Assault Unit for her speed, charisma and ability to easily focus. She got the job done and she got it done quickly. As she sat in her office in the middle of a base of operations for the S.A.U, she stared at a note handed to her by her superior officer, Commander General Grieve, who stood in front of her. The note read “Read and Destroy - Active Operation -- OPERATION FALLING FALCON. --- EXECUTE THE EMPRESS OF GEONAL AT THE SPEECH ON MONDAY, 12PM, IMPERIUM EMERGRAD”

“How’s the weather, Major.” the Commander General would speak, looking straight up and avoiding eye contact. A unique code between the two of them. “The weather is good, General. Though I hear there’s a storm in 5 days.” she smiled at him, the number of days from the storm meant the number of operators which are about to be utilized, a code which made them sound perfectly innocent to any nosy operatives or planted bugs. ”Good, we can meet up at the bar later today, see you then.” the Commander General would nod, before grabbing his lighter and setting the note on fire, watching it burn into ash as the words quickly vanished, stomping it out when any evidence linking Iarann Grudaidh to the future assassination plot was quickly removed from the equation. Then proceeding to salute and walk out.

A few hours later, Major Cameron had 5 operators standing at attention in front of them, faces stone cold as they stared at the wall. The room was swept for bugs at least 3 times, with the walls soundproofed to ensure there’d be no spies attempting to listen in. “Nomad, Rosebud, Cobra, Zion and Dragonfly.” she’d point at each individual person standing in front of her “these are your codenames for Operation Falling Falcon, in where you will eliminate the Empress of Geonal. As you may already know, our relations with Port Ember are severely damaged, however, our plans still go ahead. This coming Monday at 12pm the Empress will be at the podium outside her palace, in Imperium Emergrad. You will disguise yourselves as 4 room renovators scheduled to arrive that Monday, who have kindly offered to give us their uniforms and keycards, inside you will be transporting a large television, at least to the acknowledgement of the guards that morning. You will arrive at work at 7am, giving you plenty of opportunity to get set up. Zion, you’re an expert marksman, one of our most elite. You will be hidden inside the TV box and will be dressed in a suit, when you leave, you’re just a casual businessman who doesn’t know what’s going on. Slip out of there and meet at the extract point, coordinates will be marked inside an inner pocket of your suit, same goes for the 4 others. Do not look at it until it’s time to leave. Understood?” she explained the operations as 5 ”Yes ma’am!”s were called out throughout the room. “Dismissed, good luck, your field operator is waiting for you at the plane and will detail how you’ll get there in a bit more thorough detail, godspeed gentlemen.” She’d end her sentence with a salute, the 5 men saluted back to her and walked out. The operation was a go.




GRUDAIDHIAN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT,
IARANN GRUDAIDH

Runway Foxtrot

A plane had landed on Runway Foxtrot and was subsequently stopped by security, after the explosion and Port Emberian Embassy hostage situation, the Supreme Leader was notified that Port Ember was attempting to send troops across the seas to intervene and do it the ‘Port Emberian way’. Well, the Port Emberian way being done last time led to the slaughtering of a million Grudaidhians so the Supreme Leader wasn’t really gonna let that happen, plus, they didn’t actually have legal permission to be on Grudaidhian soil.

Vortex arrived on scene a few minutes later, their SUVs pulling up as they departed the vehicle in their combat gear, one man was also in combat gear but instead of a balaclava, goggles and a combat helmet he wore a black beret. Walking up to just outside the plane and in front of the steps, where the Port Emberian operatives stood, looking quite displeased.

A fully bearded man who appeared to be the team leader of the Port Emberian operators held a firm look of irritation as the Iarann operators approached. The bearded man nodded his head in acknowledgement of the man now within his presence. "Ahoy Brother. Captain Steven Woods - Port Ember Security Forces, Task Force 79. I just received rumours down the grapevine that you're not my escort today. Any truth in that?"

The man in the beret smiled at the gentleman before him as he began to speak. Listening to his words carefully as his men moved to the most ideal position in case anything were to go south. When the captain finished, he began to speak. “Ahoy Caiptean” he spoke in partial Scots Gaelic, the smile remaining on his face, but it didn’t seem to be the smile you’d receive during good news, more just an attempt to keep a friendly atmosphere. “You would be correct, I am Màidsear Jude Cassidy from Vortex Special Forces, group 776. I’m here for the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh, as you may already know, our nations are in a bit of a weird position right now, nevertheless I’m here to inform you that you have no legal permission nor grounding to operate within Iarann Grudaidhian soil, me and my men are here to politely request that you go back to Port Ember or wherever else you’ve flown here from.” his back would be straightened as a TCR M203 rested on his vest, a piercing gaze being directed at the gentleman.

Captain Woods nodded as the man spoke, delivering the shitty - yet expected news. As the man introduced himself, Woods quickly postured up and offered a casual salute. Despite being from another nation, and currently standing in between his objectives, Woods still respected the rank of Màidsear - or Major as he knew it. When it became clear that the Vortex operators were moving into positions which would suit them in a firefight, the four Port Emberians in company instantly moved their trigger fingers to the business end of their firearms. Noticing such, Captain Woods calmed his men down and ordered a 'Stand Down' order with a simple shake of his head. Forcing a soft smile Woods replied,
"Aye, I had the sinking feeling… Major, I'm not going to tell you what consequences this act will cause, as you are in the exact same boat as me. Anyways, I sincerely hope we don't end up on opposite sides during our next encounter.." His smile disappeared as he turned to his team, "Lads no action today - Home Ho!"

The Major kept his smile as he watched the Captain flag for his team to stand down, and as a sign of respect, he told his operatives to stand down as well. They kept a decent space near the ideal positioning they used to stand at, however, followed the direct order. “Yes, Captain.” his smile would remain in place on his face “Have a safe journey home, brother.” he’d offer his hand to the Captain, as another sign of respect. Major Cassidy didn’t really care for the political mess that was ongoing, but an order was an order, and it was his duty to ensure that the order is met accordingly.

Woods forced yet another small smile as he took the hand of the Major, and pulled the man gently closer to his powerful frame. He stared deep into his eyes as he spoke a final word, softly for their ears only, "And Major? Do me a solid, and don't let them innocent folk in my embassy perish on the account of politicians in comfy chairs."

The Major nodded in response, and released his comrade’s hand, stepping back from the man. “Of course not, Captain. fuirich sàbhailte.” They watched as the men boarded the plane once again, as it began its course back to Port Ember.

Getting back in their vehicles, the small convoy of special forces units headed in the direction of the Port Emberian embassy. A letter regarding the events which unfolded was immediately drafted and dispatched to the Port Emberian Minister of Defence, who they assumed was likely responsible for the dispatched operators.

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MESSAGE FROM VORTEX SPECIALIZED DEFENCE FORCES - IARANN GRUDAIDH.


From:
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Vortex Specialized Defence Forces; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
Jan Breytenbach;
Defence Minister; Port Ember

Subject: Port Emberian Operatives
Encryption Level: Maximum

Mr Breytenbach

I am writing to inform you of our interception of a group of 5 Port Emberian operatives. Said operatives had no legal grounding to be on Iarann Grudaidhian soil, and claimed to be wanting involved in the ongoing situation at the Port Emberian Embassy.

I once again will remind you that the operatives had no legal grounds to be on Iarann Grudaidhian Soil in full combat gear and with active firearms. We understand you want this situation resolved, however, that’ll be done by the Iarann Grudaidhian Vortex Defence Forces.

I am also writing to request that Iarann Grudaidhian operatives are authorized to enter the embassy if push comes to shove. Note that, as part of the agreement made during the foundation of the embassy, if any gunfire is heard inside the building during an ongoing situation, Iarann Grudaidhian forces are authorized to intervene at a moment's notice with or without your permission.

Regards


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PS: Names and Identities have been redacted to protect the identities of active field operators under the Grudaidhian Military Privacy Act of 2011





DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Port Emberian Embassy

Rose walked into the large command tent, lollipop in mouth and her hair tied back into a loose ponytail, she immediately looked for the man in charge and offered her hand “Call me Rose, I am taking over negotiations, let's talk to these sons of bitches.” she’d smile, taking the lollipop out of her mouth with a loud pop as she looked around the tent. “Alright people, lets get to work!”




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Postby Astares Amauricanum » Thu Aug 27, 2020 7:48 pm

Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Foreign Intelligence Agency Headquarters

Agent Elijah Kamski and Colonel Gabriel T Rorke.

"Thank you Sir, lead the way." replies Elijah on a polite tone to the guard as Rorke and him follow him through various corridors, ending up in front of a large door.
As the guard opens it, allowing them to enter, the two Astarians see that the room is a luxurious office, one clearly intended for people of high function and rank.
Sitting at a mahogany desk, an old man, gray hair and a perpetual angry aura surrounding him, looks at them.
"Director Downing, a pleasure to meet you." says Elijah with a smile as he approaches the desk, Rorke following him a few meters behind. "Special Agent Elijah Kamski, Astares Centralis Intelligentsia." he says as he bows his head, preferring not to shake hands, due to the COVID still lurking here and there. "And this is Colonel Gabriel Rorke of the Special Training Squadrons of the Imperial Guard." continues Kamski on the same polite tone as he extends his hand to show Gabriel.
"Director Downing." simply says Rorke with a small nod, his deep voice not reflecting any formality, contrary to Elijah. "Please excuse me, but I'll go straight to the point: In the past days, the Empire of Geonal seemes very adamant to strike at Port Ember specifically, while just before, it was clear that their main target was Iarann Grudaidh. Now, with Duff Gardens drowning in blood, me, and by extension Emperor Adrean and Empress Anna Blachkor, whom I trained personally as operators, have one question: what did you do to Geonal for them to turn their heads straight at you?" finishes the tall Imperial Guard as he advances towards the desk, before pressing his large hands on it and leaning towards the director sitting across him.



Duff Gardens
Supreme Leader's Second Home.

Adrean and Anna Blachkor
After having taken some time to rest, Adrean and Anna, as well as their Guards, were ready to get back in action.
After having exited their quarters, the Imperial Couple, having left their gear aside, now only wearing a black set of black, fire retardant combat shirt and cargo pants, their combat boots, and their berets on their heads, their pistols on their thighs, they had gone in search of Georgia to have a talk with her.
After having asked around, they were told the Supreme Leader was in her office, and so that's where they went.

A nod to the guards standing outside later, Adrean knocks on the door three times, before poking his head inside.
"Georgia?" asks the Emperor. "Do you mind if we come in Anna and I?"

Georgia was sitting in her luxurious, black office chair, whiskey in glass as she stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that was currently blowing up, including her own nation. Hearing a knock at her door, she’d quickly finish the whiskey and get up. Recognizing the voices, she’d notice the Emperor as a small smile appeared on her face, grabbing the files on her table and placing them in the correct files, then into the correct drawers. “Come in.” she’d finally look up, quickly sorting her suit, keeping the smile on her face.

Once they have entered the office and closed the door behind them, the Imperial Couple take some time to detail the Supreme Leader. One thing was clear for the two young monarchs: despite the clean and sharp appearance and smile on her face, Georgia Grudaidh was not in her best shape. Losing a good part of her family, as well as repeated terrorists attacks on her nation surely had taken their toll on the Supreme Leader.

"Hey," simply says Anna with a meek smile to Georgia. "With all the shit happening, did you find any time to sleep?" asks the Empress with a caring tone.

She’d look over to Anna, the small smile remaining on her face. She enquired about Georgia being fatigued. “When I can, this nation won’t lead itself. Meaning I have to be there to fix the ongoing mess, which is getting… more odd by the minute. Bunch of drama with Port Ember right now, however, plans are underway for a future invasion of the island nation of Geonal.” her smile would refuse to face, her, now well known, poker face making sure to keep a friendly vibe in the room, no matter how badly she wanted to scream the walls down, this was hardly the time.

"We understand, but don't exhaust yourself unecesarily Georgia, please." asks Adrean with a pleading tone. "Working exhausted will not lead to you performing well, and you know it. That's the medic and the friend talking here.

Anyway, concerning Port Ember, " continues the Emperor, "that's one of the things we wanted to talk with you about. It's clear that Geonal seems to have put them at the top of their list, rather than Iarann Grudaidh. Even if today's attacks happened here, they were clearly directed towards Port Ember. Since we've been out of the equation until now, please tell us Georgia, what by the Stars did they do to Geonal?" asks Adrean, still unaware of the horrible truth surrounding the daughter of Empress Jane Falcon, her disappearance and her death…

She let out a soft sigh, her expression turning to one of a sadder nature. She’d speak. “Intelligence suggests that Port Ember may have been involved in the assassination of the Princess of Geonal, which is what we believe to be the reason that the Masked Resistance hit us so hard and took only the Port Emberian embassy.” she uttered the words that shocked even her. “Until investigations move forward, I have placed official and total trade sanctions against Port Ember, nullifying both our arms and naval deals. I made sure that the hit wouldn’t be too harsh to Port Ember, as it likely wasn’t intentional, but harsh enough that it grabbed their attention. Nevertheless, this seems to have somewhat backfired on me as our two nations have… Fallen out.”

Adrean and Anna listen to attention, then mutter "Fuck" at the same time.

"Well, I understand Port Ember may have struck back against Geonal for attacking, but what they've done surely isn't something benign." says the Emperor with a serious tone. "And for you to be pissed off enough to be ready to renounce arms deals and everything.

Anyway," he continues, "as you already know, the First and Third Divisions of our Imperial Guard have arrived, and they are already setting up field hospitals to help take care of the influx of wounded.

-In the meantime," follows Anna, "you were mentioning an invasion of Geonal. Our armed forces will be ready in a few days, just to finish the new overhaul of our informatic and electronic systems. Do you want to talk about it now or later?" asks the Empress.

The Supreme Leader nodded, having a feeling she knew what was coming. “I and my people deeply appreciate that act.” she’d smile softly. “As for the invasion, plans are being drawn up, it may be best we talk about it tomorrow.”

"You're welcome." replies Adrean with a comforting tone, putting his right hand on Georgia's left shoulder to comfort her. "Friends help each other, so that's what we do.

-Indeed." adds Anna. "Just to give you a heads up, we have dispatched another group of our Imperial Guard Bodarks, disguised as mercenaries, to take down the three oil rigs known as Falcon 1, 2 and 3 in the southern Geonal Seas. We just received confirmation that they suceeded. According to our intelligence services, this should most likely draw the Geonal 6th Fleet in the zone, right into an ambush of our submarines. We'll see how that goes in the next few days.

-Yup" replies her husband with a nod, before looking at his watch. "And now Georgia, a sleep of two hours for you. Don't try to say no, we both know you need it, or else you'll burn yourself out. And if we need to drag you to your bed, we will do it, and explain why we do that to your guards. And I'm pretty sure they would agree with me." finishes the Emperor with a half-joking tone, but still serious, his eyes clearly showing that he would not hesitate to do it for the SL's wellbeing.

The Supreme Leader smiled softly. “I need to get a few things finished first, then off for then night, I’ll see you both in the morning.” she’d look at the two as her arms laid folded on the table. Awaiting their exit from the room.

"Good, good." replies Adrean. "Just to rapidly finish, about those naval and arms deals you nullified with Port Ember, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that we have some companies too in the Imperium who would gladly supply you instead. We'll have their contacts sent to you by tomorrow morning. Good night Georgia.

-Good night Georgia." repeats Anna, before the Imperial couple snaps their heels together, stands at attention and bow their heads, before turning and walking towards the door, exiting the room.
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Postby Port Ember » Mon Sep 14, 2020 11:16 am

Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
The Captain's Villa

President Edward Flint

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The Captain's Villa - Port Ember Presidential Residence and Office


Edward paced furiously up and down within his office, mumbling to himself occasionally in an inaudible fashion, giving off the impression of a man finally driven stark raving mad. He had read the official correspondence received from Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh, making the telephonic threats of earlier that evening official. He could not fathom for a moment that this bloody woman would dare betray him like this. After everything he had done for her!

A empty luxurious hand-crafted radiant-crystal liquor glass smashed against the wall and shattered into a thousand pieces, Edward shouting "FUCK!!!" in unison.

Taking in an extremely deep, calming breath, Edward took a seat upon his plush leather couch, removing a thick hand rolled Port Emberian cigar from within his inner suit jacket pocket, lighting it, and puffing on it slowly yet deeply. His mind raced, thinking of the diplomatic matters which plagued him so. Edward had worked so hard over the last few years to establish a powerful and warm relationship with his neighbor, costing his nation money, lives of their soldiers, and some personal political capital, as the conservatives of the nation disapproved of his policies greatly. Edward went down memory lane as he remembered one of the first acts as President was the establishment of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance. It was a difficult and herculean task to put it mildly - and would remain one of Edward's greatest personal triumphs. At home, the conservative elements were opposed greatly to the establishment of such a treaty, as it would open the possibility for the nation to rush to the armed aid of foreign nations - a fact which said conservatives opposed greatly. Furthermore, some of the other nations earmarked to join the pact were opposed to Edward's proposal of including the nation of Iarann Grudaidh, as they are an open dictatorship, and seen by some as a possible stain on their reputations if they were to associate with them. Edward stood firm on his decision however, and it took sleepless days and nights of diplomatic wrangling and calling in of favours and threats to finally hash out an agreement which all could accept. It was tiring work, but with a simple piece of paper, Edward transformed the Northern Ocean geographic area into a united military and economic powerhouse.

Another aspect in which Edward proved his benevolence and friendship towards his allies was when he established the Global Free Trade Consortium, allowing all involved nations to greatly improve and grow their economies, and gives member states access to funding with which they could grow their infrastructure immensely through the Consortium Bank - financed solely with Port Emberian money.

More than just diplomatic policies and economic strengthening, Edward paid for his friendship in blood when the Nation of War launched a surprise invasion on Iarann Grudaidh, with the Port Emberian Navy springing to action and annihilating the opposing fleet without fervor and without question. Furthermore, Port Ember extended its hand in solidarity and friendship when it trained their new Specialised Assault Unit, free of charge - and again without hesitation or question. But perhaps the greatest cost Port Ember had paid to this alliance was when Iarann Grudaidh suffered a shocking attack of terror where four family members of Georgia were brutally executed - and Port Ember - again without hesitation or question - pledged their public support towards their allies. This feat of loyalty cost the Republic dearly, as the very same terror group carried out the largest attack on Port Emberian history when they bombed the symbolic port - costing thousands upon thousands of innocent lives, in the most disastrous terror attack known to Port Ember's history. This attack was a direct response by the terrorists to punish the Republic for its defiance and support towards their allies. Instead of blaming their allies - Edward buckled down on his resolve and pledged even further support to their allies, utilizing all available resources to hunt down the perpetrators, wherever they might hide, including utilizing Port Emberian resources to assist their allies in uncovering the rats entrenched within their own island. Furthermore, Port Ember had utilized its own resources and risked their own Port Emberian lives by infiltrating the Empire of Geonal - the suspected nation backing the terror group in question - in order to destabilise and sow discord within their borders, forcing them to carry out less frequent attacks of terror due to diverted attention, saving many civilian lives in the process.

So now after all this effort and sacrifice for his allies - they still betray him. Turn their backs upon him. This betrayal will cost the Republic billions of dollars due to the cancelation of an allready signed arms deal. Not only does the average Port Emberian hold the loss of profit as the worst imaginable sin, investor confidence will be rocked to its core - most probably leading to every private business in the Republic to never wanting to deal with Iarann Grudaidh ever again, making it almost impossible to restore relations in future. This will also bring forth doubt to every business deal with any nation which the President has supported in the past and in future, further causing harm on building strong alliances in future.

Thus, in summary, due to the current political, cultural and economic climate of the Republic, what Georgia and her betrayal meant, was in fact the end of Edward's career as President of the Republic. He ran his entire campaign promise on securing alliances and sealing massive international trade deals - and with this one act, the legendary stubbornness of the Port Emberians would not allow them to forget this failure. As of this moment, it would seem that Edward's time in office has been sealed, as reelection seemed impossible at this time.

Edward rose from his couch, letting out yet another deep sigh. He slowly walked over to his desk, and took a seat on his plush office chair, extinguishing his cigar in the gold encrusted ashtray which stood upon the ebony desk. He reread the correspondence received from Iarann Grudaidh over and over again, attempting to dissect the information systematically without being influenced by emotion. This was easier said than done.

After taking a deep sip of the finest rum the Republic had to offer, he lit yet another thick cigar, starting to reread the document for the upteempth time.

I am writing to inform you in regards to our previous conflict, I have had time to collect my thoughts and finalize the Trade Sanction against your nation. This decision does not come lightly, however, my nation will not stand for how we have been disrespected and spat on by yourself.

It is with a heavy heart I declare that Iarann Grudaidh has placed official trade sanctions against the Republic of Port Ember. All future or ongoing arms deals and contracts, including future naval investments are null and void.


Edward's face turned into a shade of red as his anger reignited. Despite his anger, a soft smile formed on his lips as he formulated plans on how to strike back. Granted, all plans he would conjure would not actually help in restoring relations, but he felt that was a lost cause - that ship has sailed.

Edward continued reading.

In regards to your “No NOSA support” claim, I’d like to remind you that I have not been suspended nor am I disqualified from any NOSA support, your blank statement has absolutely no effect on the decision making of other nations.


Edward chuckled. Despite his absolute feeling of disgust and anger directed at Georgia, he still maintained a deep sense of respect for her - she was a strong and experienced leader. But, it was clear that she was not a politician, and have attempted to use the very treaty which he himself created against him.

Edward made a call to the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Headquarters, situated within the Colony of Port Arthur. He made a secure link with the Secretary-General of NOSA, one Honourable Charles Darby. After a few minutes, Darby agreed to drafting a correspondence to Iarann Grudaidh.

After the call had ended, a few more sips of rum and puffs of cigar was had, and the reading continued.

As of now, a conclusion regarding my nation’s departure from the GFTC has not been made, I assure you, I’m not as blind as one may think to how others think of me.


Edward smiled his vindictive smile once more, making yet another call, this time made to Chairman Tony Muller, the serving Chairman of the Global Free Trade Consortium. The same result was achieved as before.

After the call was concluded, Edward made yet another call, this time to his Defence Minister, one Minister Jan Breytenbach. After discussing the correspondence the Minister had received earlier, Edward advised the Minister to respond in writing, and to have the document forwarded to his office, in order for all the planned documents to be forwarded to Iarann Grudaidh together.

A few short hours later, a bundle of documents were sent from the office of the President to be encrypted and forwarded to its recipients with immediate effect, despite it being near midnight.


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Official Correspondence From The Republic of Port Ember


From:

The Republic of Port Ember; Office of the President

To:

The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh

Attn:

Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III

Subject: RE: Trade Sanctions & Additional Information

Encryption:

Highest


Supreme Leader.

I respond to your above referenced correspondence today with a heavy heart. It saddens me greatly that you have decided to sully our friendship and alliance with your decisions. I have expected an experienced and respected leader such as yourself to base decisions on the premise of placing the best will of their nation and populace before any personal emotions, but alas, it seems I was clearly mistaken.

After serious review and consultation, the following decisions have been made as a direct response to your original correspondence:

1. The Republic of Port Ember acknowledges the implementation of Trade Sanctions placed upon it by The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh, specifically within the Arms Sector.

2. The Republic of Port Ember hereby wishes to inform you that a legally binding Arms Contract was undersigned by both The Republic and The Dictatorship, in which a large shipment of Small Arms weapon systems and Naval Vessels was to be purchased and delivered to The Dictatorship. Due to the dual fact that the Agreement is legally binding, and that the private industries involved have invested a substantial financial stake in order to fulfill this contract, the Republic is immensely aggrieved. I hereby wish to inform you that The Republic will lay formal charges of Breach of Contract and Unlawful Actions Leading To Financial Loss - both counts without Just Cause, with the office of the World Assembly Trade Commission.

3. Due to the unlawful and immoral actions taken by The Dictatorship, The Republic hereby institutes a TOTAL TRADE SANCTION against The Dictatorship, including any and all trade encompassing any economic sector, which would include both Private and Public organizations within both nations.

4. By the incompetence of the security forces under command of The Dictatorship, has it been allowed that a group of non-state actors capture the Port Emberian Embassy situated within Duff Gardens; Iarann Grudaidh. An inquiry will be launched to determine whether this was a deliberate act to harm the Republic's interests in light of recent actions of ill-will by the Dictatorship, or simply from a result of gross incompetence. Either way, this situation is regarded as a major diplomatic incident, and inquiries will be lodged with the relevant organizations within the Republic, NOSA and the World Assembly. Furthermore, as this is an ongoing situation, the results on the ground will greatly determine further action taken by The Republic, on top of the inquiries.

5. The fact that the Republic attempted to send forth an elite team of Port Ember Security Forces to resolve the hostage situation within its Embassy mentioned in paragraph 4, yet have been denied authority to do so by the Dictatorship is of great concern. In light of the established alliance and cooperation enjoyed by our two nations, and the historic support which the Republic has offered to the Dictatorship, it was assumed that the Republic would be allowed to save the lives of its own citizens, in good faith. The refusal by the Dictatorship to allow this act creates the impression that the Dictatorship is actively attempting to indirectly cause the death of our citizens, and cause indescribable damage to the Republic's infrastructure, interests and public image on the international scene. It is of the Republic's opinion that the Dictatorship has thus contravened the "Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code Of Conduct, Section 1, Sub Section 1, Traitorism". A formal complaint has been submitted to the NOSA Headquarters in light of this.

6. Due to the precedent set by the Dictatorship as mentioned within paragraph 5, The Republic is of the opinion that its agents within the employ of the Port Ember Foreign Intelligence Agency, deployed within the Dictatorship to assist in the hunting down operation of the terror group known as the "Masked Resistance" is no longer under the protection of your nation, and has thus been recalled with immediate effect. Due to this reason, Port Ember can no longer comply with the NOSA commitment of sharing our available intelligence with the Dictatorship in order to ensure national security.

7. Due to the precedent set by the Dictatorship, the Republic has lost faith of any goodwill, in light of all above paragraphs, and has thus reasonable cause to believe that the Dictatorship has turned into an enemy of the state, and in turn, all personnel within the employ of the Dictatorship has become potential threats to our national security. In light of this grave issue, I am hereby ordering the immediate closure of the Iarann Grudaidh embassy located within the Republic, and the deportation of all embassy personnel within the next 24 hours. Furthermore, if any suspected agents Iarann Grudaidh are captured within the borders of the Republic who are conducting intelligence gathering operations, they will be arrested and charged with High Treason - a capital offence.

I wish to assure you that the above decisions have not been taken lightly, and were made with a heavy heart. I sincerely wish that we can resolve our differences before the above mentioned inquiries are fully launched - as there would be no rebuilding of bridges once litigation has commenced.


SIGNED
President Edward Flint



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Official Correspondence From The Global Free Trade Consortium Ocean


From:

Global Free Trade Consortium; Office of GFTC Chairman; Chairman Tony Muller

To:

The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh

Attn:

Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III

Subject: Notice of Suspension

Encryption:

Highest


Supreme Leader.

The Global Free Trade Consortium has become aware of gross violations of the Global Free Trade Consortium Constitution by your nation, and has been suspended with immediate effect.

1. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh has violated the Consortium Constitution, specifically Article 3; Sub Article d: Instituting Trade Sanctions against member nations. It has come to the attention of the GFTC that the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh has instituted trade sanctions against the Republic of Port Ember AND failed to honour an already binding trade contract.

2. Due to the above mentioned reasons mentioned in paragraph 1, it is my unfortunate duty to inform you that my office utilises its powers granted by the Consortium Constitution, specifically Article 2; Sub Article d: Membership to suspend the GFTC membership of The Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh with immediate effect. This strips the nation in question of every right, responsibility and privilege which is awarded by membership.

3. Please note that your nation has not been expelled (although suspended) from the Consortium, pending further investigation. Your nation will be informed via written correspondence once a final judgement has been determined.

Kindest Consortium Regards

SIGNED

Chairman Tony Muller
Chairman: GFTC



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Official Correspondence From The Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance


From:

Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance; Unified Council; Office of the Secretary-General.

To:

The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh

Attn:

Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III

Subject: Official Statement & Notification of Inquiry.

Encryption:

Highest


Supreme Leader.

The Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance greets the Member State of Iarann Grudaidh!

The Council's of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance wishes to convey it's heartfelt condolences and sympathy to the nation of Iarann Grudaidh as a whole for the great loss of life it had suffered in recent times. We sincerely wish that you will find justice and peace in the near future for all those innocent souls.

The reason for my correspondence today is to inform you that the NOSA Council had learned of the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh's impending plans of launching an invasion upon the Empire of Geonal. The united NOSA Council has made the following statements relating to this matter:

1. The Unified NOSA Council is disappointed to not have not been informed of a planned large scale military action by your nation through official channels. Whilst you have not contravened any official policy, the NOSA as a whole depends on acts of courtesy and solidarity.

2. After much review of the scant evidence available and the doctrine of the NOSA, we wish to convey that unfortunately, NOSA is not legally bound to enact a unified NOSA Military Operation. What this means precisely is that the remaining member states of NOSA will not be compelled by the Treaty Laws to support your planned invasion by means of military intervention. Please note that this does not mean that NOSA opposes the legality of your impending military operation, or prevents you to seek aid on an individual basis. Neither does it mean that your Mutual Defence Pact has expired - because this all remains your inherent right as a member of the Alliance. This only means that we cannot compel the remaining nations to form part of the offensive operation.

3. The most vital part of the released statements is the fact that the NOSA Unified Council hereby wishes the entire nation of Iarann Grudaidh the best of luck with regards to the upcoming armed conflict. Give them hell, Supreme Leader!

4. The second part of this correspondence is to officially notify the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh that the Republic of Port Ember has submitted an official complaint against it, citing the violation of "Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code Of Conduct, Section 1, Sub Section 1, Traitorism". The NOSA Unified Council is unable to deliver comment on this matter, as we have not been presented with the required facts and documentation by the plaintiff. Once the plaintiff has submitted the required documentation, the NOSA Unified Council will commence its official inquiry into the matter at hand. Your office will be informed once this process is launched.

Kindest NOSA Regards

SIGNED

Honourable Charles Darby
Secretary-General: NOSA



Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office

Director Jason Downing

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Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office; Port Ember Megalopolis


Director Downing remained seated as the two foreigners, identifying themselves as Special Agent Elijah Kamski of the Astares Centralis Intelligentsia, and Colonel Gabriel Rorke of the Special Training Squadrons of the Imperial Guard. It would seem that their Imperial friends had sent some of their top dogs towards this meeting.

The Director's soft smile quickly disappeared as he witnessed the two men change from their friendly and humble demeanor, to somewhat of a disrespecting and demanding tone - a soft sparkle igniting within the old man's dimly faded eyes as the large Colonel Rorke demanded answers, attempting to use his aggressive body language and large stature as a bargaining chip, slightly leaning over the expensive desk, placing his large hand on the glossy mahogany.

The Director cocked one eyebrow slightly as he took in the sight, still deciding whether this man was merely uncultured or acting disrespectfully on purpose. Either way, a man who has seen everything, heard everything, done everything, will not be intimidated - especially within his own fortress of power.

Without hesitation the Director struck back, speaking in a calm, yet unmistakably stern tone of voice.
"Gentlemen please, be seated." The old man gestured in a manner similar to swatting away flies, sort of directing towards the plush luxurious chairs situated in front of the imposing desk. He continued without waiting for compliance,
"My secretary will be in promptly with the coffee. Now it would appear that the art of small talk has been lost.." Jason cleared his throat, hoping the subtle hint of 'you folks are being rude, and I don't appreciate that' would find its mark.

Continuing again, Jason added,
"Alas, I will entertain your motion for business ahead at full steam. Firstly, it would appear that your field agents are not painting a fully spectered painting Colonel. Indeed, the Republic has been the victim of the savagery imposed by the so called Masked Resistance, yet if you look at the millions dead on our allied shores, it is clear that the assumption that we have become their main target, is clearly mistaken. Secondly, perhaps you have not heard, but the Republic has thrown its entire weight behind the support of our allies, and we have hunted the cells down in every rathole they could be hiding within. No place is safe for them against our wrath, so offcourse they will hate us."

Just as he finished his sentence, his secretary entered the room, carrying a tray of three cups of coffee, the fine aroma of one of the most luxurious coffee's available filling the atmosphere. Without a word the lass placed the tray upon the desk and abruptly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Jason smiled as he announced,
"Please gentleman, enjoy some coffee."
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Iarann Grudaidh » Mon Sep 14, 2020 12:06 pm

A soft sigh escaped Georgia’s lips as she stared at the half empty whiskey bottle in front of her. It’s time she thought to herself, silently grabbing the bottle and pouring yet another shot into the glass. It wasn’t something she typically did, but to be honest, everything and anything had gone to shit.

Port Ember is pissed, she’s about to give the order for one of the biggest political assassinations in Geonal history, there’s an ongoing hostage situation in which their military communications may have been breached, setting back months of progress in the latest Grudaidhian Military Encryption Software, she lost 4 family members… The Supreme Leader felt nothing. Nothing at all, the bags under her eyes clearly visible for the world to see, the world did it. She was broken. The stress overwhelmed her as she received blow after blow from both her enemies and ‘allies’. A small tear escaped her eye as it made its way down her cheek to the bottom of the chin. She received a knock at the door, quickly wiping the tear away, sitting up and hiding the alcohol from sight, making sure she looked presentable before speaking “come in.”

One of her guards walked in with a few files, speaking in Scots. “teachdaireachdan as ùire dhut.” the guard spoke latest messages for you. She sighed and took them off the gentleman, thanking him as he left. She began reading the first one. Immediately recognising it as a message from none other than the Port Emberian President, a soft sigh escaped her lips. She didn’t want to read it, not just yet. She wasn’t ready to listen to that man again. She took a sip of the previously hidden alcohol as it burnt it’s way down her throat… It was 12:43pm Grudaidhian Standard Time.

She finally moved onto the next file, after setting down the glass, this time from the GFTC… Fuck. she thought to herself, for a moment she forgot that place existed, for a moment she thought Edward was better than that, for a moment… She thought he was her friend. She didn’t have many friends, she didn’t have the luxury of true friendship when everyone wanted something off her… Money, protection, a new home… Looks like Edward was the same. The moment she threatened to stop giving him money and stop taking his arms, he contacted the GFTC. Yet another sigh, and yet another shot. She could hold her alcohol well, she was Grudaidhian after all. She read the title in her head. Notice of Suspension. For the millionth time that day, she sighed. He really fucked her up good, surely he likely planned for her reaction… He probably expected anger, well, you can’t expect anger from a broken woman… There was absolutely no emotion she could express, just… Numbness.

She scanned the letter in front of her, looking for anything, any hope or something promising. But it was exactly what she expected, she needn’t have bothered. She put it to the side, revealing the next one in line. This time from the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance. well, shit. she thought to herself as the reality of everything hit her. He was trying to bring her down… Wasn’t he? Another shot, another sigh, another tear. She began reading the document from start to finish… The second part of this correspondence is to officially notify the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh that the Republic of Port Ember has submitted an official complaint against it she paused for a moment, rereading it and continuing. “Traitorism.” she scoffed, appalled at the accusation made against her. She quickly grabbed at the previously discarded letter from the President of Port Ember and began frantically reading it. She took her time, trying to stabilize her breathing… Until she read the beginning of Paragraph 4. Immediately she grabbed her shot glass, the anger began coursing through her veins once again, before she could pour herself yet another shot, one of many that night, her grip on the glass shattered it as the pieces began flying around the room, landing nearby her desk. “FUCK.” she’d scream in anger as she stood up from her seat, throwing the shards which rested on her hand downwards. The anger only got worse. Before long, the anger turned to sorrow, like a floodgate, the tears fell one… by one… by one. She backed up to the wall and slid down it, the room temperature increased as the room began to feel claustrophobic, burying her head in her hands as she laid there, tears dripping down her face… In complete silence.

After a few minutes, she got up and sweeped the remains of the shattered shot glass, carefully ensuring she didn’t get cut. Lucky me she thought to herself, discarding the waste in a nearby bin. She grabbed a glass of water, attempting to sober up as much as possible before even attempting to write any replies.

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From the Office of the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh


From:
Georgia Grudaidh
Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
President Edward Flint;
President; Port Ember

Subject:RE: RE: Trade Sanctions & Additional Information
Encryption Level: Maximum

Dear President Flint

In regards to the ongoing situation between our nations, please read the following letter with care, this is of extreme importance.

Note that the following decisions have been made:

1. Please note that the legally binding contract was nullified upon the trade sanction against Port Ember, this is in accordance with the NOSA Code of Conduct, Section 2, Subsection 1 - Trade Sanctions.

2. I acknowledge both your trade sanction and the closure of the Grudaidhian embassy. In accordance with the Grudaidhian Embassy Guidelines we will be shutting down the Port Emberian embassy. Due to the ongoing incident it may take time to get your men and women home. I assure you they will be sent by plane upon their rescue, in which the Port Emberian embassy will be officially closed.

3. I am quite shocked at the assumption of the incompetence of my security forces, I found that personal attack to be of rather bad taste. I must remind you that you do not know the cause of this attack, investigations are still continuing and we will only publicize our findings when we have a clear analysis on how they got in. Additionally, the security of your embassy is left to you, during the talks of the opening of said embassy, you chose how many security personnel you wanted on site. Furthermore, my nation wouldn’t dare deliberately attack an ally, that accusation has absolutely no grounds.

4. Your security team was sent home as you did not ask for permission to send troops onto Grudaidhian soil, this is in direct conflict with international law. As such, they would have had complete permission to enter if you requested entry beforehand. Not only was this a violation of international law, it was also a violation of Grudaidhian law, in which it clearly states that no non-governmental security personnel are to carry any type of firearm without prior consent from a high ranking government official. Luckily for you and for them, we decided to send them homeward instead of arresting them for a major crime within my nation. This is not in violation of any NOSA Code of Conduct.

5. Additionally, I will be making a formal complaint against you for violation of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code of Conduct, Section 1, Subsection 3 - Warfare Dishonesty, in accordance with our ongoing investigations to the Port Emberian involvement of the death of the Princess of The Empire of Geonal, which is what is currently believed to be the motive of the attack against both the Port Emberian Embassy and Central Duff Gardens.

6. As our decision regarding the GFTC is still ongoing, we will not be resigning just yet. I will keep all necessary parties informed as necessary. Please note that any attempts to hinder trade routes to or from my nation will prove that you’re actively attempting to harm the Grudaidhian economy, which would mean, under your pretences, you would also be in violation of NOSA Code of Conduct Section 1, Subsection 1 - Traitorism.

7. For the reasons listed above, my nation will be arresting any and all Port Emberian operatives found within the island nation after a 24 hour period. (Ask Geonal or the Masked Resistance how thorough we are.)


Bidh dùbhlan na bhàs dhut


Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III
Iarann Grudaidh


She let out a soft sigh as she finished the letter, read it, reread it and approved it to be immediately sent to Edward. Additionally beginning her letter to the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance.

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From the Office of the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh


From:
Georgia Grudaidh
Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
Honourable Charles Darby;
Secretary-General; NOSA

Subject:RE: Official Statement & Notification of Inquiry.
Encryption Level: Maximum

Dear Charles Darby,

I want to first of all start off this correspondence with a sincere apology for leaving you in the dark regarding the actions of Iarann Grudaidh. This was absolutely not intentional, I must admit, I myself have been rather distracted with both the Empire of Geonal, Masked Resistance, family matters and handling in-house issues.

I would like to formally shut down the allegations of tratorism, as such an accusation is a profound shock to my nation. Furthermore, I would like to alert the entire NOSA council of the ongoing investigation into Port Emberian involvement in the assassination of the Empress of Geonal’s daughter, the Princess. Such action is what our intelligence operatives believe to be the motive behind the attack on Iarann Grudaidh. Due to the severity of these allegations, and the actions taken by the Masked Resistance, I had no choice but to submit an official total trade sanction against Port Ember. Additionally I would like to make an inquiry of my own on breach of Section 1, Subsection 3 - Warfare Dishonesty. We have reason to believe that Port Ember is trying to cover up their involvement in the political assassination of the Princess of Geonal and said attack has indirectly caused the most damaging attack to Northern Ocean to date.

Please understand that investigations are ongoing and I will try my best to keep the NOSA Council updated on all matters in the future. I wish you complete and utter safety in these troubling times.


Best regards,


Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III
Iarann Grudaidh


Satisfied with her reply she formed a small smile for the first time that night. For once someone was being polite and respectful to her, without really having to. Right now, more than ever she wanted to run away from it all, from the political rants, arguments and rebellions. 2020 had beaten and bruised her. But, despite her hopeful wishing, her nation needed her. She wasn’t one to abandon ship when it reached an iceberg, she was one to help steer it to safety, where she can enjoy a safe, friendly departure… Or in this case, retirement. She knew her son, Kesley, was ready. She knew she was ready to take time off and forget about the world… She had served as her nation’s leader for over 20 years, training her sons in every single aspect of being the Supreme Leader. In her opinion, he was more than ready.

Still, a small sigh escaped her lips when she realized she’d miss out on some of her fun parts. However, smiling when she realized that instead her son would be able to enjoy that aspect of the leadership. One might argue that she made a mockery of the position, but somehow she kept the key values of Iarann Grudaidh to her heart. Safety, Security and Strength. She watched as Iarann Grudaidh received the war for 3rd safest nation in Northern Ocean, as well as the best law enforcement and 4th best defence forces. All achieved under her rule. A feeling of humbleness swept over her as she sat back in her seat and took a deep breath.

Nevertheless, she carried on and finished the third and final reply to the many diplomatic missiles thrown her way.

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From the Office of the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh


From:
Georgia Grudaidh
Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
Global Free Trade Consortium;
Chairman Tony Muller

Subject:RE: Notice of Suspension
Encryption Level: Maximum

Dear Mr Muller

This correspondence is to inform you of an ongoing investigation of the Port Emberian government regarding indirect involvement in the attack against Iarann Grudaidh. Due to the severity and sensitivity of the investigations, not only did we believe it best to shut down all Grudaidhian support towards the Port Emberian economy, however, we can not disclose the exact details of the ongoing investigation. These investigations remain knowledge to members of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Council and their respective governmental figures.

Furthermore, Iarann Grudaidh has not violated Article 3, Sub Article D as no such Sub Article exists. In fact, there are only 3;A to 3;C, as such I am officially appealing the Suspension effective immediately. Please write back to me as soon as possible.

Bidh dùbhlan na bhàs dhut


Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh III
Iarann Grudaidh





It was 10am and Kesley Grudaidh, the Supreme Prince had just awoken from the luxurious clutches of a well earned rest. The events of the previous night in regards to the letters sent back and forth to and from the Supreme Leader, his mother, completely unknown to him. Today was a solemn day. A day of pain, of suffering, of grief.

Today was the day he had to be the person who would show the survivors that the Supreme Family is listening.

He sat up from his bed and stretched, an air bubble popping in his leg as he moved to get out. Continuing to stretch and began to get ready. He proceeded to get ready, adding a touch of make-up to hide the somewhat-apparent lack of sleep from his face. He had to look strong. He slowly but surely got ready, making sure to look his best. This was important, he couldn’t look homeless… Not today. He fixed his hair and checked to make sure everything was in it’s right place, before hearing a knock at his door, his Chief Protective Guard spoke. “Sir, the convoy is ready for you.” he finished the touches by adding two Grudaidhian flags to his suit, one of each side and below a grey ribbon… The grey ribbon quickly became a sign of recognition for the act, completely overnight, the Supreme Family accepted it and decided to utilize it for the next 14 days, one second for each of the 1,209,600 deceased individuals… and counting.

Due to the severity of the attack, search parties, rescue operations and Fire Control Operations were still ongoing. Kesley finished getting ready and placed his trusty combat knife in his back knife holster. Like his mother, Kesley was trained in many different combat styles, in case things were to go south they were to be utilized to the best of his ability. He opened the door as the life and noise enveloped around him, closing it behind him. Following his CPG to the front entrance, as she said, the convoy sat there awaiting his arrival, as guards moved around doing their final security procedures he got into the back of one of three limousines in the middle of the convoy, two decoys, all equipped with the best armour and security updates possible. The convoy quickly took off as the local police joined the convoy as the escort began. The Supreme Prince sat, looking out the window at the onlookers and members of the media recording the moment. Due to the recent security breaches the convoy was about twice as long, luckily traffic was scarce due to the lockdown measurements being imposed.

The convoy eventually arrived at Orness Extreme Incident Hospital, as the Supreme Prince stepped out of the convoy the air around him erupted, from news anchors asking thousands of questions to the sirens of ambulances blaring out in the background, a non-stop sound for the capital. He quickly was escorted inside the building as he began to greet doctors and nurses who were on their break, making sure not to disturb actively working members of staff, now wasn’t the time to congratulate them… Doing so could indirectly result in even more deaths. He shook the first doctor's hand who immediately enveloped him into a hug… Which he returned. To his genuine surprise, the doctor began to violently sob, the stress of the situation obviously taking a serious toll on the man in front of him. The man was quickly taken by two nurses, holding him as they went to a separate room. Taking a deep breath he'd continue to shake the hands of the workers infront of him. Thanking each and every one of them, and meaning each thank you to the bottom of his soul.

A moment later, a tone played over the speaker system "Requesting Immediate Assistance at Ward 7, repeat Requesting Immediate Assistance at Ward 7. Code Silver. Code Silver." immediately hearing the code over the intercom, the Prince's security team quickly evacuated him as Vortex forces quickly moved to Ward 7… The Prince, inexperienced with hospital lingo, began frantically looking around to see the special forces groups advancing at a rapid pace towards the 7th Ward. A level of worry swept over him. "What the bloody hell is Code Silver." he demanded, heading inside his limousine as the convoy quickly got ready to begin evacuation protocol. His Chief Protective Guard looked at him before speaking. "Combative Patient, intelligence suggests they may be one of the terrorists.

3 hours later he was sitting in his mother's office, listening to her final words as the shock coursed through his veins. "you're retiring?!" the words that exited his mothers mouth shocked him. He didn't expect this position to come so soon. "Yes. I need the rest. Be warned I will be sorting out the ongoing situation with Geonal, as well as the Masked Resistance… However, my official title will be changed from Supreme Leader to Supreme Vice Leader, once the quarrel has been officially dealt with, I'll retire to the position of Former Supreme Leader."

He nodded in understanding, his mother was obviously tired, too tired. "What about Port Ember and other national dilemmas?" he enquired. "That'll be left to you, Cass.” she smiled softly and sipped at the glass next to her, it contained what appeared to be water. He nodded once more and smiled. "Congratulations Supreme Leader Kesley Grudaidh. Time to make it public."

His mother, the forward thinker she always was, planned ahead for this moment. The Grudaidhian national anthem, Auld Lang Syne, hummed through the speakers. Kesley sat in the wing as security and stage crew paced around doing their final checks. The podium had rows of Grudaidhian flags and a screen for a background, currently containing the Supreme Leader's seal. The podium, made of mahogany, also shared this seal. He was given the green light as he slowly walked up to the podium, the adrenaline kicking in. He glanced towards the audience consisting of various news reporters and journalists, as well as security agents and waved at the cameras before reaching the podium, gripping it firmly. "My fellow Grudaidhians, I stand before you today bearing bittersweet news… I would like to get the bad news out of the way first and state information of sincere importance to all of you. The Supreme Leader, my mother, has officially resigned from her position and has now taken the position of Supreme Vice Leader, she will be dealing with Geonal and the Masked Resistance during this transition period until the two combatants have been dealt with. This means that I, Kesley Grudaidh, Prince and heir to the title and Supreme Prince of Iarann Grudaidh, am officially the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh.

The world beyond, who sit before their televisions today, I ensure you that I will continue the legacy of my mother in fighting to make Iarann Grudaidh the best nation it can possibly be. I assure you I will continue the fight for equality no matter the person’s background. I assure you that I will honour the position my mother gave to me with every part of my heart.

To our allies, I want to welcome you to a new era of Iarann Grudaidh, a rare treat. I wish to grow our relations and bring what matters to the table as my mother did before me. I promise security and safety, continued teamwork for a better future.

To all nations within the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance, I promise to continue to provide security and safety. To reach higher highs when it comes to the security of this great region. Most importantly, I assure you that this nation will continue to bring it’s core values to the forefront of it’s lifestyle.

Finally, to our enemies and those who deem Iarann Grudaidh as a threat. This nation will continue to grow to protect the nation's core beliefs, our citizens and the citizens of those we are officially aligned with. We are not going anywhere. Beware where you step.

Thank you." I walked off stage waving once again at the cameras, a sense of pride filling my veins as a small smile appeared on my face.

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From the Office of the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh


From:
Kesley Grudaidh
Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

To:
Alex Kennan;
Citizen & Close Relation to the Supreme Leader; Iarann Grudaidh

Subject: My Love
Encryption Level: Maximum

Dearest Alex,

mo ghaol, I’m writing to you today with the most exciting news I could possibly offer you in these dark and somewhat confusing times. I’m officially the Supreme Leader of Iarann Grudaidh!
I’d like to have a talk tomorrow at noon with you, I hope to see you soon, Al. I have some extra news I can only share in person. I thought writing back in letter form would be cuter than a text message.

Yours truly,

Kesley.
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Postby Astares Amauricanum » Thu Sep 17, 2020 6:20 am

Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office


Seeing that Director Downing stays unphased by his attitude, Gabriel just shrugs and steps back from the desk, before nodding and taking a seat, just like Elijah. They were indeed taking the hint of you folks are being rude, and I don't appreciate that, although in the case of Gabriel, it was not disturbing him at all. In fact, the Imperial Guard Colonel had built a part of his reputation of being an asshole in his relations with others.
"I would like to apologize if our attitude was offending to you Director." replies Elijah. "Let's just say that Colonel Rorke is not renowned for being a man of "small talk" as you say.
-If the Bodark had been trained to use small talk, the Imperium wouldn't be where it is now as a respected power in its own right. says Rorke in Astarian as he furrows his brows to Elijah

As he finishes his sentence, Downing's secretary enters with the coffee cups. The two Astarians thank the woman handing them the cups with a warm smile and a "Thank you."
"Very good, your secretary knows how to make a good coffee." compliments Elijah after having taken a sip. "Anyway, to get back to what you said Director, it's true Iarann Grudaidh has been severely struck, harder than your nation with the past attack on the docks, but I have to admit that I feel like Colonel Rorke on this one, we really feel that their targeting of your embassy and all goes beyond the simple fact of: We back our allies, they hate us back. Our analysis clearly shows there's something deeper to that. I understand that you may not want or be at liberty to reveal us all of the whereabouts of your Agency's deeds, but if you could help understand the problem better, we would gladly appreciate that." says the ACI agent with a humble tone.

However, before Downing can answer to Elijah, a cellphone vibration can be heard coming from Gabriel's vest. The Colonel stands up from his seat, saying "Apologies for that", and walks a few feet away to check his phone and the message he received. After having swiped his thumb a few times on his smartphone's screen, a small laugh escapes his mouth, and he comes back to his seat with a knowing smirk.
"What got you so smiling all of a sudden Colonel?" asks Kamski with a raised eyebrow.
"If you'll allow me that expression, the shit is about to hit the proverbial fan." replies Rorke as he takes another siip of his coffee, before putting his cup back down and crossing his arms, turning to Downing with a serious expression.
"When you were saying that my fields agents currently in Iarann Grudaidh were not painting a fully spectered painting Director, I'll have you known that these field agents are none other than my star pupils, or in other words our Keisaer Adrean Blachkor and his wife Keisaerina Anna Blachkor, as well as their Personal Guards from the 36th Special Training Squadron.
The message I just received is from them. They just had a lengthy conversation with Supreme Leader Georgia Grudaidh, which just revealed to them that apparently, the Port Emberian Foreign Intelligence Agency is strongly suspected to have carried out the assassination of Princess Amanda Falcon, the only daughter of Empress Jane Falcon.
-Really?" asks Elijah with some disbelief and surprise in his voice, his head turning left and right to Rorke and Downing in quick succession. "But our current intel only mentions cover support for anti crown protests and other related actions.
-Well update your software Agen Kamski." simply replies Rorke. "Adrean and Anna got this from the Supreme Leader, who herself got it from a heated conversation with President Edward Flint. But that's not the main thing we have to be concerned about right now.
-Oh really? Then what is it then?" asks Elijah with a raised eyebrow.
-Very simple Agent." replies Rorke before straightening his back in his seat, and taking a deep breath, likely to announce a bad set of news.
"In light of these informations, and due to the massive attack they just suffered on their soil, Iarann Grudaidh has officially announced trade sanctions regarding arm deals with the Republic of Port Ember. Some words flew between Georgia and Edward, among them threats of leaving the Global Free Trade Consortium.
-By the Stars, this is a grave matter!" exclaims Elijah as he gulps loudly, before taking a sip of his coffee to calm himself. "But what of the Federalis Imperium in this quarrel between IG and PE? Did Their Majesties gave any order regarding what the both of us should do?" asks the ACI agent with a very concerned tone.
"Don't worry your pretty face Elijah, " replies the Colonel with a smile as he lightly pats Kamski's hand. "For now, Astares Amauricanum is to stay neutral in this matter, officially at least. Unofficially, Adrean and Anna have made clear that our own companies will step in to take the business opportunities left by the Trade sanctions. Politically, we are to act if possible as a mediator between the two parties and keep friendly relations with the two.
Regarding the fight against Geonal and the Masked Resistance," continues Rorke as he turns back to Director Downing, "if the PEFIA still wishes so, we are to continue our collaboration with them. As you can see Director, we do not wish to make things worse as they already are. We are all in the same ship, and even if some crew members can't stand each other, we have to work together, which is why our country will position itself as the middle ground between Iarann Grudaidh and Port Ember. So, do you still wish to continue the collaboration between the ACI and the PEFIA?" asks the Colonel.



Duff Gardens
Supreme's Leader Home


While Georgia was receiving many messages from the Port Emberian President, the GFTC and the NOSA, all bringing bad news and adding to her level of stress, the Imperial Couple was working in their quarters, in communication with the Imperial Cabinet back home to still be able to run their country, even from afar. (After all, let's not forget that their main job is supposed to be Heads of State, not soldiers running around the world.)
One good news that pleased Their Imperial Majesties was the fact that the overhauling and updating of the Armed Forces new software and security systems was going way faster than expected, and that the Department of Defense would be ready to mobilize the branches under its command in the next three days.

So, after having cleared everything related to their governmental work back home, approved the sending of more relief supplies and assets to Iarann Grudaidh, it is with a happy rythm in their steps that Adrean and Anna exit their assigned quarters, (having changed in their Imperial Guard Service Uniforms, with their long-sleeved, dark green shirts, their berets on their heads and their pistols on their thighs as always), and walk towards Georgia's office. Although they were staying within the same building as the SL and her family, they had been so engrossed in their work that they did not step out of their quarters, and therefore witnessed Kesley's nomination as new Supreme Leader on television.

As they reach Georgia's office, they nod to the guard outside and knok to announce their presence. Once they hear a "Come in!" from inside, the Imperial Couple enters.
"Hey Georgia." they say as one as they close the door behind them, ready to get to work again...

Some time later...
As they exit Georgia's office, Adrean and Anna lean on the wall and take a few deep breaths, their brains still processing all the information they just received.
Without taking any turns, and being straight to the point, Georgia told them everything. The answer of Port Ember to her messages about the Trade Sanctions Iarann Grudaidh had enabled, the suspension from the Global Free Trade Consortium (apparently based on an non-existent article, therefore null in legal terms.), as well as the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance canceling its support for the upcoming invasion of Geonal. All in all, an exhausting time for the Supreme Leader, and Adrean and Anna knew they would not have fared better in her shoes.

"Phew," says Adrean as he passes a hand on his face and rubs his eyes, before looking back to his wife next to him, "I didn't think that things would escalate that quickly, especially in those times. It feels like yesterday we were all sitting here in Duff Gardens, with Edward, Jan and Georgia, discussing plans for the future. And even the message from just a few days ago now feels like it was an eternity ago.
-Indeed," replies Anna with a sad tone, before lifting herself from the wall, "Edward sure has put the right strings to turn the situation to his advantage and strike back where it hurts the most. But while I can understand his motives and his actions, what he did is just a dickmove, plain and simple. I mean, we would have had plenty of time to worry about that later, but nooo! Mr President had to play not nicely at the worst moment possible! I wish for him that if we meet, he has a solid pair of cheeks, because the slap he'll get will stay in his head forever!

-Anna, please calm down!" exclaims her husbad before grabbing her by the arms. "You know I think the same as you on this matter, but going this way with Port Ember will only end up with us in the same basked as Iarann Grudaidh. Sure, the implications will be less severe since we have less agreements and pacts with them, but we can't allow to make an enemy of a nation as powerful as theirs." He says with a firm tone before releasing his wife's arms, and starting to walk back back to their quarters, Anna following and joining him at his side.
"Moreover, this would only add more problems for Georgia and her country, so let's not play like this, and stick to what we already told Gabriel. Astares Amauricanum will stand by Iarann Grudaidh's side, our companies will take over the void left by Port Emberians investments, and we will still continue to maintain warm relations with PE and the rest of the GFTC. That being said, we will of course make our discontentment known to Edward. No matter what he says, Port Ember has done something that must be awful, and we have to know what it is. And with more than a million people dead by now, if he refuses to answer, then he is surely a man not to be associated with.
-Yeah." replies the Keisaerina as they reach their quarters. "Although one thing is for sure, all this mess will cost him his job, he won't be reelected.
-That's for sure indeed." answers her husband. "But let's not worry about that right now." We have a set of messages to sent, and then a speech to deliver." he finishes as he salutes lightly the Grudaidhianguard standing outside of their quarters, and opens the door.

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From:
    Keisaer Adrean Blachkor "The Third", Son of the Imperium, Master of the Appalachia, Conqueror of the Rockyes, Lord of the Plains and Tamer of the Frost.
    Keisaerina Anna Blackor, Daughter of the Empire, Highest Servant of the Stars
To:
    President Edward Flint, Republic of Port Ember
Subject:
    Sanctions against Iarann Grudaidh
Encryption:
    Highest

Greetings Mr President,

so little time has passed since our last official correspondence, and yet so many things and changes have happened. Just a few days ago, we were discussing plans for the future between the Federalis Imperium, your Republic and the Militarized Dictatorship.
But unfortunately, today, the winds of change have blown over us.

We won't lie, we are truly saddened that the relations between Iarann Grudaidh and Port Ember have evolved in such a drastic fashion. However, after a lengthy conversation with now Supreme Vice Leader Georgia Grudaidh, we have to make a few things clear.
First of all, no matter what you may want to say about it, it is clear that the Republic of Port Ember has something to do with the assassination of Princess Amanda Falcon of Geonal. This assassination, which is under current investigation by Iarann Grudaidh, is the most plausible reason for the attack that rocked Duff Gardens in the past few days, which ended up with more than a million casualties and your embassy being raided by terrorists and its staff held hostage.
So, in light of these elements, we kind of understand why Georgia Grudaidh chose to enact trade sanctions on your nation.

Concerning those trade sanctions though, regarding the suspension of Iarann Grudaidh's membership of the Global Freet Trade Consortium, we would like to remind you that the article 3d that you ention in your letter does not exist. Therefore, since you base the sanctions against Iarann Grudaidh on this nonexistent article, the legality of said sanctions is therefore null in our eyes. If you chose to continue pursuing the aforementioned suspension, we would find ourselves at right of filing a complaint against you in front of an international court.

Also, on a more personal level, we find that enacting such sanctions at this precise moment, and not being entirely transparent regarding Port Ember's role in the assassination of Amanda Falcon, is not the best thing to do.
For us, there would have been more than enough time to take care of such things once Geonal would have been defeated. Acting lik[e this in such a time does not help better the situation, it worsens it. We are all in the same ship, with the same objective, so the wisest thing to do would be to continue working together until our objective is completed, and then only take care of the problems and disputes between us.

All in all, we are saddened that the situation has evolved like this. However, before you go imagining things, we want to reassure you and Port Ember, that we will NOT ork against you or any of the NOSA or GFTC members.
Our main goal in this is to stay by Iarann Grudaidh's side, while acting as a mediator between them and you, and also keeping our relations with your country intact.

Concerning the military part, the Imperium will be taking a more active part for the invasion of Geonal.

Just to finish though, even though we are saddened by the financial loss for your companies that the trade sanctions represent, we have to admit that we are also happy for our own companies, since they will be able to take the market. So thank you for that.


Signed with respect,
Keisaer Adrean Blachkor
Keisaerina Anna Blachkor.




A few hours later, after many more discussions with various members of the Astarian Imperial Cabinet and the Astarian Congress, Adrean and Anna were ready to make an official announcement, and that would happen just like Georgia had done it multiple times in the past weeks, on television.
Although they were far from the usual setting for that, the Aquila and Ulfur Salon in the Silver Palace, they had managed to ensure that the speech would happen in a manner official enough.
Thanks to their status as allies and friends to Iarann Grudaidh, they had managed to procure themselves some Astarian flags, which were the usual background in such occasions.
Instead of a podium that the Grudaidhians usually used for speeches, the Imperial Couple would be seated at a desk, Adrean on the left and Anna on the right.
Finally, concerning their apparel, Adrean and Anna would wear the formal version of the Jarningur, the traditional set of clothes of the Astarian Imperium. This formal version, called the Fer-Jarningur, was composed of a pair of knee-high leather boots (usually black, brown or grey), pants, a long sleeved shirt with a sleeveless vest over it, a cravat; and finally, a cape laned with fur worn over the back.
For today, Adrean's Fer-Jarningur was made of black boots, dark green pants and shirt, a black sleeveless vest, and a maroon cravat. Anna was wearing for her part a dark blue, ankle-length skirt, a pair of brown boots, a white shirt with a brown sleeveless vest, and a maroon cravat just like her husband.
Both monarchs also wear wearing a dark green cape with a grey fur lining, held at the front by a silver chain and brooch. They also had an Astarian sword and dagger at their side, and finally, their crown on their heads, a silver crown, consisting of two wavy patters crossing each other up and down, with golden stars positioned all around at said crossings.

As the Keisaer and Keisaerina sit at the desk, rearranging their notes in front of them, they look to the cameras facing them, with their Guards/friends standing next to or behind them. After a few seconds, Pavel and Alicia, who were standing near one of the cameras, make a countdown motion with their hands, counting from five to one.
As the countdown reaches zero, the Astares Amauricanum national anthem is head, and the lights on the cameras turn green to signal to Adrean and Anna they are now live.

"My esteemed compatriots, good evening." starts the Imperial Couple as one, before Adrean takes the center of the stage.
"Today, our country is facing a difficult problem. In the past few days, our esteemed ally, the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh, has been struck with a series of terrorists attacks, carried out by a group known as the Masked Resistance.
-As per our reputation," continues Anna, "we have been a loyal friend, and stood by Iarann Grudaidh's side, helping them neutralize those threats and uncovering and unrooting other elements, in conjunction with other nations such as the Republic of Port Ember.
On a personal level, my husband and I deployed to Iaraan Grudaidh to take part in said actions.
-After some operations were carried out," continues Adrean, "the main one being the neutralization of a group of hostage takers that raided the residence of now Supreme Vice Leader Georgia Grudaidh, and which ended unfortunately with four hostage fatalities, the Imperium launched a series of investigations on our own soil, and to our surprise, the Federalis Investigatio Bureau and the Astares Centralis Intelligentsia allegedly reported that some agents had infiltrated our nation too, and were preparing to commit various attacks across the country. But while our agencies were able to detect and neutralize those threats while they were still in a preliminary phase, the Republic of Port Ember did not have the same luck and suffered a massive attack, which caused thousands of victims in a busy port.
-And again, just two days ago," continues Anna, anger being lightly noticeable in her voice, "another major attack happened here, in Duff Gardens where we currently sit, which ended up causing around one million and two hundred thousand victims, and many more wounded or missing. Fortunately, before, during and after all these attacks, our intelligence services were working closely with their colleagues in Iarann Grudaidh, and we managed to uncover the backing powers behind the Masked Resistance.
-And that brings us to the hardest part." continues the Emperor with a very serious tone. "In light of the information we uncovered, we can tell for sure that the nation backing the Masked Resistance is the Empire of Geonal, led by Empress Jane Falcon.
Unfortunately, the situation now has changed, with some tensions arising between Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh, tensions that we will not discuss here, although we intend for the Imperium to act as the middle ground between both parties.
Back to Geonal, after some letters were exchanged back and forth between the different Heads of State, the situation now has evolved unfavourably for a diplomacy resolve, and only leaves us with one option on the table: war.
-As mentioned before," continues the Empress, "there are some tensions that have arisen between Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh. And unfortunately, these tensions now compromise the involvment of the Republic of Port Ember in any actions that may be undertaken against our enemies. Which means that our nation will have to involve itself more into the matter.
-As Astarians," continues Adrean, "even though we do not like the danger, we do not shy away from it. We know that no matter what, blood will always be shed, and lives will always be lost. And this is why as of now, we consider that the Federalis Imperium is officially at war with the Empire of Geonal. The declaration is currently under voting by Congress and will be approved in the next hour or so.
My fellow Astarians, I won't lie, the issue at hand is a difficult one. But as Astarians, we shall prevail, like we did in the 16th and 17th centuries.
To the citizens of Iarann Grudaidh, We just wish to say that no matter what happens in the future, our two nations shall remain the best of friends. We won't leave you alone, We officially swear it on our honor.
-Finally," finishes Anna, "to the citizens of Geonal and their allies, know that what we are about to undertake, we do not take pleasure in it. But so is war, an unpleasant but necesary thing. So if you want to reduce the damage, I urge you to assume your responsabilities.
That will be all. Have a nice evening everyone."

With that said, Adrean and Anna stand up from their seats, before saying "From Many One, In Strength ad Brotherhood" in Astarian, the national motto of the Imperium.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Geonal » Sat Sep 19, 2020 2:17 am

The Empress sat at her seat, a wicked smile crept upon her face. She was watching the televised events of the actions she took, the smile didn’t fade until the moment her door creaked open to reveal her Internal Security Agency’s Head of Situational Reports officer, who began speaking. ”Ma’am, our oil rigs have been violently attacked, scanners and scouts have spotted submarines. We don’t know who they are, if they’re mercenaries or soldiers and what they want. Either way, they’re doing damage.” That’s when the smile vanished. “Do they know we’ve spotted them?” she asked, sitting up as she grabbed at a nearby pen and fiddled with it inbetween her fingers. ”Intelligence suggests they do not.” he replied. “Draft up a surprise attack, don’t let them get out of there alive.” she waved her hand at the door and the wicked smile appeared on her face once again.


A few days later…
The Empress once again sat at her luxurious seat within the clutches of the Imperial Palace. She was planning the speech scheduled for Monday at 12pm where she’d address the nation as their leader. She was going through the drafts in an attempt to pick the best one. At that moment, her office phone situated on her desk beeped, signalling a new call. She’d pick it up. “Yes?”

”Ma’am, turn on the news” the voice said before hanging up, she did so and it revealed the one thing that shook her to her core. She sighed softly as she listened to the Imperial Couple of Astares Americanum declare war on Geonal. Immediately drafting a letter to be sent out to Rhinocera.

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From the Office of the Geonal Intelligence Service


From:
Empress Jane Falcon

Empress of Geonal

To:

Supreme Consul Tiberius, Ruler of the Empire of Rhinocera

Subject:

Encryption Level: Maximum


Supreme Consul,

These are trying times, I apologise for the lack of updates regarding my workings. I will recap them as much as possible.

1. The attacks on Port Ember and Iarann Grudaidh have been a raging success. Casualties have exceeded expectations, another few hits and we’ll be able to cripple the two nations

2. We have reason to believe attack preparations are on the way, they’re now publicly attacking myself and my nation, I find it distasteful

3. Operatives have reason to believe that either Port Ember, Iarann Grudaidh or Astares Americanum have assassinated my daughter, however, due to the intense secrecy and intelligence reports, we have currently ruled out Astares Americanum.

4. I have ensured that you have stayed out of any political damage, your nation remains in the position it used to be… Just the odd threat with no solidarity here and there.

Write back to me soon, I hope to hear from you.


GLORY TO THE EMPIRE

Empress Jane Falcon



At the Embassy
Rex stood silently as the phone in his hand vibrated and beeped, the only other sound coming from the room being the faint whimpers of the hostages in the corner. Rex was making a phonecall, specifically one to their new friends outside. “Hello” he’d begin speaking as he calmly paced through the room. ”Hello!”[i] the voice at the other end of the line would begin, in an unusually cheery voice. [i]”My name is Rose, I’m the negotiator, I presume you’re in charge here?” her cheery attitude didn’t fade, she was enjoying this.

“Correct. Now, let’s get down to the business of this call.” I continued. “I have information you won’t want to refuse. Irrefutable evidence of the information you seek most.”
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby Port Ember » Wed Sep 23, 2020 8:44 am

Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
The Captain's Villa

President Edward Flint

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The Captain's Villa - Port Ember Presidential Residence and Office


Edward was overwhelmed with emotion as he entered his office, returning from yet another meeting with his Ministers. Events were unfolding at an unprecedented rate, and he could not determine what actions to take which would ensure the prosperity of his nation. Edward had made it his life's work to establish his nation as a regional superpower and major global power. His campaign had been extremely successful over the years, The Republic's name starting to strike respect and fear onto those who heard it mentioned.

Now this position was being threatened by their own allies. The Republic was busy losing its reputation and quite frankly, this was unacceptable. In order for the nation and the entire region to remain secure and prosperous, Port Ember had to maintain its position of strength. And this quite simply meant that it had to keep its allies in line, and ensure that they respected its power. Easier said than done.

One possible positive aspect to this matter was the surprise abdication of Georgia Grudaidh in favor of her son, Kesley Grudaidh. Perhaps he could be reasoned with and made to see things the Port Emberian way, but that remained to be seen.

On the flip side, it was clear that one of Port Ember's other allies had stepped out of line - the Empire of Astares Amauricanum. According to the latest correspondence received from them, they have fallen into the trap of accusing Port Ember for the assination of the Geonal Princess, and have boasted regarding the fact that they will benefit at their expense. Edward knew he had to get ahead of this, and salvage what he could, whilst bringing down the hammer. With that intent he started making calls and typing up correspondence. After a few hours, the night being at its darkest, the letters were sent.


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Official Correspondence From The Republic of Port Ember


From:

The Republic of Port Ember; Office of the President

To:

The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh

Attn:

Supreme Leader Kesley Grudaidh

Subject: Diplomatic Missive

Encryption:

Highest


Supreme Leader.

Allow me to commence this correspondence with warm congratulations on the appointment of your new office, Supreme Leader Kesley Grudaidh. The position of office is both a tremendous honor and a tremendous burden - one which I believe you will carry with grace and honor.

I must admit that your sudden appointment has come as quite the surprise, not only for me, but to the entire Northern Ocean. I need not remind you that a sudden change in leadership can be viewed as a sign of weakness by one's enemies, and one which the unified Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance (NOSA) would wish to avoid. Alas, it is done, and we can only look towards the future from here.

Now, as you are obviously well aware, the historic bonds of friendship between our nations have been tarnished immensely recently, and the resulting fallout will contain disastrous repercussions for both our great nations. Now, since the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh is under the helm of a new Captain, The Republic is willing to mend fences.

In the spirit of Diplomatic Reconciliation, The Republic of Port Ember hereby demands the following diplomatic missives:

1. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh is to lift all Trade Sanctions placed against the Republic with immediate effect.

2. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh is to resume its legal trade obligations by finalising its signed Arms Contract, consisting of the purchasing of small arms and naval vessels, to the full extent of the original contract, relating to both the financial and production arrangements. Furthermore, a $50 000 000 NSD fine is to be paid to the Republic for financial losses incurred by the Republic and its enterprises due to the unlawful breach of contract.

3. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh is to withdraw its complaint relating to the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code, Section 1, Subsection 3 - Warfare Dishonesty with immediate effect.

4. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh is to publicly apologise to The Republic for making false claims against it, stating that the Republic was involved in the assination of the Geonal Princess. This apology is to be made at the next seating of the Combined NOSA Council.

5. The decision to close the Port Emberian Embassy within Iarann Grudaidh is to be reversed with immediate effect.

If your nation executes the above mentioned diplomatic missives, The Republic will grant the following generous concessions:

1. The Republic of Port Ember will remove all trade sanctions against the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh with immediate effect.

2. The Republic of Port Ember will generously withdraw its complaint from the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code Of Conduct, Section 1, Sub Section 1, Traitorism.

3. The Republic of Port Ember will reverse the decision to close down the Iarann Grudaidh embassy within The Republic with immediate effect.

4. The Republic of Port Ember will withdraw the suspension of The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh from the Global Free Trade Consortium with immediate effect.

5. The Republic of Port Ember will be able to feel secure regarding the Dictatorship's intentions towards the Republic, and thus be able to reopen its NOSA commitments relating to the sharing of intelligence which may carry weight towards your national security.

The above missives and concessions are more than fair my fellow leader - it is in fact very generous, and I sincerely hope that we can mend fences by reaching this arrangement. We are all stronger, safer and more prosperous when working together after all.

I look forward to your prompt response and wish you all the best in your future endeavours!

Ps. I wish to add a side-note, one of an unofficial nature, which should not be considered as part of the official communique above. I wish only to send warm regards to your mother, and wishes of strength and peace in the difficult emotional times ahead. I know that our relationship as friends have been destroyed in the last few days, yet she will always remain close to my heart. I wish her the best of peace and fortune.

To your Health & Wealth!!!

SIGNED
President Edward Flint



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Official Correspondence From The Republic of Port Ember


From:

The Republic of Port Ember; Office of the President

To:

The Federalis Imperium of Astares Amauricanum

Attn:

Keisaer Adrean;
Keisaerina Anna

Subject: RE: Sanctions against Iarann Grudaidh

Encryption:

Highest


Your Majesties.

I will admit that the tone of your referenced communique has come as quite the surprise for me and my cabinet.

Based on our previous personal encounters and diplomatic strengthening of ties and relations between our nations, I was under the impression that your great nation and its famed leaders were reasonable and well versed in the arts of diplomacy.

Thus, I believe that you will understand my disappointment.

Let me start my direct replies by informing you of my utter shock and dismay regarding the fact that you have falsely accused my nation of the despicable act of assassinating the Princess of Geonal. This is a grave insult to me and the entire Republic. Your allegations are utterly unfounded, with not an inch of evidence to support your vile accusation. Allow me to remind you that your correspondence is an official statement to my office, and thus as an extension - the people of the Republic. The Republic of Port Ember is a Democratic Republic - and my office is an extension of the People's Voice. Allow me to remind you that the Republic does not take kindly to grave insults such as yours - more so from a Monarchy.

Secondly, you mention the suspension of The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh from the Global Free Trade Consortium, and revealed the knowing of contents only obtainable from the letter in question itself - revealing to me that a private and confidential letter was shared with you - a complete breach of trust between the Republic, The Militarized Dictatorship and The Imperium. It seems yet again my duty to remind you that alliances are built and broken on trust. I will not respond to relating to the specifics of the incident in question, as you were not a correspondent in the matter. I will inform you however, that according to the Global Free Trade Consortium Constitution, Article 2; Sub Article d: Membership, The Republic has legal right to accept into, suspend and expel any member from the Consortium, with no citing of any other Article required. Thus, your threat to file a complaint against The Republic in front of an international court carries no legal weight - and only serves as yet another sleight against the Republic, being threatened without just cause.

As for your claim that my diplomatic and economic actions taken against the Militarized Dictatorship is untimely, I assure you that I have enacted the measures after much thought. Whilst it grieves me immensely that the relations between the Republic and the Militarized Dictatorship has soured to such an extent, I am forced to stand strong and firm on behalf of the great citizens of my nation. One cannot allow one's populace to be betrayed and wronged - even by one's closest allies - and not defend them. The greatest threat in the world is not the warrior openly weilding an axe and proclaiming you their enemy - but rather the family member who wields a dagger behind back whilst feasting in your hall.

Furthermore, you claim that you will remain neutral in this dispute between the Republic and the Militarized Dictatorship, and wish to act as a mediator. I will afford you the privilege of being quite frank - The Republic will never allow your nation in such a role. You have clearly proven that you are in fact not neutral in any form whatsoever. You have falsely and gravely accused my nation of a vile act which we have had nothing to do with, you have threatened my nation with baseless litigation, you have rebuked our right to self preservation and you have openly boasted and mocked the Republic, overjoyed with the fact that your nation will openly and greatly benefit - at our expense. Let me be very clear here - if we did not have such strong relations prior to this issue - you would be branded an enemy of the Republic with immediate effect.

Despite your metaphorical spit in the face, The Republic is one of the few remaining nations whom considers the art of diplomacy sacred. Thus, in that light, I will not take the necessary economic and diplomatic steps which my nation would demand of me in these circumstances. Do note however, that although no official steps have been taken, the Republic will not forget this grave sleight.

As another act of kindness and diplomacy, be advised that The Republic has started to commence reconciliation attempts with the Militarized Dictatorship, despite the grave grievances suffered by the Republic.

It would be wise to remember that the Republic can be the most forgiving and compassionate ally and friend imaginable, yet equally as relentless towards its enemies.

I would like to wish you and your nation good fortune and luck on your impending military campaign against the Empire of Geonal. Whilst I have no doubt that you will be victorious, I urge you to be carefull - the Empire is still a formidable opponent.

To your Health & Wealth!!!

SIGNED
President Edward Flint



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Official Correspondence From The Global Free Trade Consortium Ocean


From:

Global Free Trade Consortium; Office of GFTC Chairman; Chairman Tony Muller

To:

The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh

Attn:

Supreme Leader Kesley Grudaidh

Subject: RE: Notice of Suspension

Encryption:

Highest


Supreme Leader.

Firstly, congratulations are in order on your new appointment Supreme Leader, on behalf of the entire Consortium.

I am replying to the referenced letter, for your attention, despite it having been written by your predecessor, as I am addressing the Office. Please inform me if I am required to change the mailing list in future, if applicable.

As you may be aware, the Global Free Trade Consortium enforced a temporary suspension of membership and privilege of the Consortium upon the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh, citing the breach of the GFTC Constitution, specifically Article 3, Sub Article D - and your predecessor's appeal based on the nonexistence of the clause in question.

I wish to humbly apologise for the bureaucratic error conducted, namely the citing of an non existing clause. This was an oversight from my office, and I take full responsibility for the mishap.

Unfortunately however, the suspension status of the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh can not be lifted at the time. The Republic of Port Ember, who is maintaining the office of "The Chairman of the Consortium", as per the Global Free Trade Consortium Constitution, Article 1, Sub Article A, had enacted its powers vested to it in the Global Free Trade Consortium Constitution, Article 2, Sub Article D. This Article in question allows the Chairman to suspend and revoke membership at their discretion, without the requirement of the affected Member to have contravened any other Article, done for the mutual benefit and safety of the Consortium as a whole.

I wish to inform you that it is indeed highly unfortunate for this suspension to be enacted, especially against a nation with whom the Consortium has had numerous positive dealings with. However, the Consortium is forced to stand firm in its decision. I will list the reasons for your suspension below, alongside the feeling of the Consortium in this regard:

1. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh has cancelled a legal and binding trade deal with the Republic of Port Ember, resulting in a myriad of financial, political and societal damages to the Republic. The Consortium understands that the Militarized Dictatorship feels that it has just cause to act in this manner, however the Consortium is an Economic Organisation, and your actions have actively undermined its core principles, regardless of its reasons.

2. The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh has enacted full blown trade sanctions against The Republic of Port Ember, feeling that there is just cause, as above. However, as above, the
Consortium is an Economic Organisation, and your actions have actively undermined its core principles, regardless of its reasons.

3. The Consortium feels that the trade sanctions and cancelation of a binding agreement is in extremely bad taste, as it has cited as reason, certain political allegations against The Republic. However, these allegations have not been proven in any known forum whatsoever, thus the Consortium regards these allegations as rumours and hearsay.

4. As the Consortium regards your reasons for your transgressions as based on hearsay, we are forced to temporarily suspend your nation, pending a deeper investigation relating to the actual damages incurred, which may lead to a permanent expulsion.

Allow me to be frank Supreme Leader - The Consortium lives and dies on mutual trust and investor confidence. If we allow any and every nation to cause damage to their trading partners, based only on hearsay, without consequence, then the entire Consortium will view this as acceptable behaviour - leading to widespread fear and panic. That would surely spell the end of this noble organisation. I understand that you might feel that this is a personal attack on your nation, but I assure you it is not. The Chairman has a duty to defend the reputation and financial security of all the member nations.

I hope you find this in order.

Kindest Consortium Regards

SIGNED
Chairman Tony Muller
Chairman: GFTC



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Official Correspondence From The Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance


From:

Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance; Unified Council; Office of the Secretary-General.

To:

The Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh

Attn:

Supreme Leader Kesley Grudaidh

Subject: RE: Official Statement & Notification of Inquiry.

Encryption:

Highest


Supreme Leader.

The Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance greets the Member State of Iarann Grudaidh!

The Council's of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance wishes to congratulate you personally on your ascension to office. The Unified NOSA Council is looking forward to working with you for the safety and betterment of the Region.

I must convey my disappointment that the NOSA Council has not been given a heads up warning of the transition of power. There is no article which demands this of course, yet the Council lives and dies upon mutual respect and cooperation. I do understand that the circumstances might have hindered such an action, yet the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh has adapted a tendency of keeping the Council in the dark. Allow me to remind you that the world is watching the Region for any sign of weakness at all times. Regardless, this is now considered a thing of the past, and the Council wishes you a peaceful and prosperous reign.

I am acting upon the referenced correspondence, and wish to convey the following official statement from the halls of the Unified Council:

1. The Unified Council of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance takes cognizance of your filing of an inquiry against The Republic of Port Ember, specifically relating to Section 1, Subsection 3 - Warfare Dishonesty of the Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code Of Conduct. Please be informed that the Unified Council is unable to deliver comment or act against the Republic at this time, as the Unified Council has not received any evidence to support this claim. This Inquiry will be placed on hold until evidence has been received from your nation, after which this matter will be considered a high priority investigation.

2. The Unified Council wishes to remind the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh that the Republic of Port Ember has launched an inquiry against the Militarized Dictatorship, specifically relating to the "Northern Ocean Strategic Alliance Code Of Conduct, Section 1, Sub Section 1, Traitorism". However, the Unified Council's response towards the Republic was the same as yours, (reference to paragraph 1 of this correspondence), as no evidence has been submitted to the Council, and has placed the inquiry on hold.

3. The Unified Council has been observing the recent actions of both the Republic of Port Ember and the Militarized Dictatorship of Iarann Grudaidh as it relates to its relations and interactions with care. Please be advised that we will continue to observe the situation - hoping matters will improve before we are forced to call upon the enactment of the In-Fighting Clause. Please be advised that the Republic has received the same warning.

Kindest NOSA Regards

SIGNED

Honourable Charles Darby
Secretary-General: NOSA



Republic of Port Ember
Port Ember Megalopolis
Lilly Black Borough
Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office

Director Jason Downing

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Foreign Intelligence Agency Head Office; Port Ember Megalopolis


Director Downing was not known for his monk-like patience, or for any sort of patience for that matter. And at this moment, the two foreigners within his office were dangerously close to overstepping his thin line of patience - and their welcome by extension.

Jason bit his tongue hard to remain silent as the two characters were enjoying their conversation, almost completely ignoring his existence, despite them being in a meeting with him - in his own office no less. It was like a scene from a cheap soap opera.

Losing the last grain of his patience and respect for the two men in front of him, he lit a fat hand rolled cigar whilst they continued their bickering, sometimes even switching over to their mother tongue - a proper sign of disrespect in the eyes of the Director.

Once the men finally stopped speaking, the Director paused, dragging in and exhaling from his cigar deeply, the room filling with both smoke and tension.

After pausing long enough to make the situation uncomfortable, he started speaking,
"Listen here you little shits, and listen carefully. The Republic of Port Ember is a place of civility, respect and manners, and you have shown none of those, despite me adhering to those tenants, including demonstrating warm hospitality. Now I would advise you to remember your bloody manners, before I throw you out in the fucking gutter. And I can assure you that my nation has not been involved in the assination of the Geonal Princess, and the next time you speak of the subject, even hint at the topic, you will see a very different side of me and mine. I am exhausted to have my great nation falsely accused with these rumours. You fuckers call yourselves our allies, yet all you do is spread rumours and accuse us falsely. Are we clear?!"

The Director's old wrinkled face had turned a shade of blood red from the bubbling anger inside, ready to explode at any given moment.
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Iarann Grudaidh » Fri Oct 09, 2020 1:48 pm

▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉,
▉▉▉▉▉, IARANN GRUDAIDH

▉▉▉▉▉ Training Facility Alpha Zero

Major Cameron’s combat boots thudded on the ground as she approached the main entrance into the underground warehouse. This warehouse consisted of a model city, specifically the city of Imperium Emergrad. Construction workers were still completing the final touches as the city felt as if it had come to life.

Actors had various positions within the facility, whether they were on balconies watching over the speech or press and media in the crowds. All directed at the large stage which contained a podium and numerous security guards. The ‘security guards’ were borrowed from a reserve unit within Vortex’s Supreme Guard, and were arguably even more vigilant than the real deal.

The day was Friday, 11am… And the show was about to start.

Major Cameron took a small elevator to a platform viewing the warehouse, body cameras were attached to the clothing of the operatives, they also utilized the press’s cameras as a way to monitor the stage and what the press were looking at. Once she arrived at the platform, she stood in front of Commander General Grieve, who was situated facing the speech that was about to be prepared before the actual flight. Next to Grieve was the agent’s field operator, who remained nameless.

She stood next to them as the airhorn started and the training began…


DUFF GARDENS,
ORNESS, IARANN GRUDAIDH

Supreme Leader’s Second Home (Evac Point Alpha)

Supreme Leader and Supreme Vice Leaders Kesley and Georgia walked through the marble floors in the direction of the basement’s war room. A meeting was about to take place, one between the leaders of Astares Americanum and Iarann Grudaidh. SAU guards saluted the duo as they paced their way in the direction of the war room. The black marble flooring and walls set the chilling mood of the conversation that was about to occur. The Supreme Vice Leader gripped the file under her arm tightly as they moved in complete silence, the only noticeable noise emitting from the guard updating the security team on their current whereabouts.

Arriving at their destination, two guards in typical SAU uniform quickly opened the doors with their nearest arm, using the other to salute. The room was chilly and large, various clocks, screens and things of interest were placed neatly upon the walls with two Grudaidhian flags. The clocks ticked in rhythm with each other, like the ticking time-bomb that was about to be carried out.

The time was 1744… Sunday evening. The events of tomorrow less than 20 hours away. The duo sat down in their respective seats as they directed their glance towards the Imperial Couple. A small smile appeared on Georgia’s face as she spoke first. “As you already know, Iarann Grudaidh is preparing for full war… However, I want to let you in on something you do not know.” she reached within the file and laid out a paper infront of the couple, they hadn’t even greeted each other yet and the news was already out. These times were critical.

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SPECIALIZED ASSAULT UNIT SPECIAL OPERATIONS AGENCY


Subject: OPERATION FALLING FALCON - SL REPORT

Encryption Level: ULTIMATE

Supreme Vice Leader Georgia and Supreme Leader Kesley,

Please read the following information carefully about Operation Falling Falcon.

DETAILED REPORT #502366

Operation: Falling Falcon is defined as the assassination operation against the Empress of Geonal, Empress Jane Falcon. It is scheduled to take place tomorrow afternoon during her speech to the nation.

3 S.A.U operatives are planned to eliminate the Empress quickly and efficiently, leaving no room for error. Further information can not be given until the official debrief scheduled to happen Tuesday at 0400 hours.

These S.A.U operatives will be in various disguises, in-depth details have been classified to the highest level, these details can only be seen by the SVL, SL and high ranking members of the SAU. Due to the known information that this letter will be shown to the Imperial Couple of Astares Americanum and the potential security risks transporting this type of information anywhere could foresee, these details remain unspoken.

On a further note, ground forces have remained communicative and various assault plans have been drawn up.

Once a successful assassination occurs, invasion plans have an immediate greenlight. GLORY TO IARANN GRUDAIDH!!

READ AND DESTROY - URGENT CORRESPONDENCE




A few moments earlier…
As they were resting a bit and enjoying some… intimate time in their quarters after their speech, before going back to work on various topics they had to work on as monarchs and heads of state, Adrean and Anna had received the visit of an SAU guard, who told them to come at a meeting that would take place with Georgia and Kesley a few hours later.
So, after having changed into their Keiserlig Custos Service Uniforms, the Imperial Couple, followed by their friends Colonels Pavel and Alicia Morozov. (the rest of the Phantom Squadron staying in their quarters, and working on the various governmental subjects they were assigned to. This was a particularity that Adrean and Anna implemented, having their Guards/friends work with them on various subjects, in order to be more efficient and creative.); had walked to the reunion room, entering it and waiting for Georgia and her son Kesley to arrive.

As Adrean and Anna check something on their laptops, seated at the table, while Pavel and Alicia sit on two other chairs behind them, the Supreme Leader and Supreme Vice Leader enter the room, before going straight down to business, to which the four Astarians reply with simple nods and smiles.

As she hands them a document she took out from a file, Adrean, Anna, Pavel and Alicia take some time to read it, before looking at each other with growing smiles on their faces.
“Even though we should not feel like this, and we will feel guilty in a few moments for doing so,” starts the Emperor as he looks back to Georgia and Kesley, “right now I feel like an obese kid in a candy store. I suppose you all feel the same way?” he asks his wife and friends.
“Indeed.” replies Alicia, “this is so unexpected yet exciting, but it involves the death of someone, which is not something one can be joyous about.” adds the female Morozov.
“That it is.” continues Anna. “Anyway, Georgia, Kesley, congratulations for having drafted such a plan. We just hope that your operatives won’t be killed right on the spot, and that you have planned at least for some kind of extraction.
-In the meantime,” continues Adrean, “we just received news that the attack on the oil rigs Falcon One, Two and Three has stirred up the Geonal’s Fifth Fleet, and that they are currently sailing towards the attack zone, where they will be ambushed by a whole group of our submarines. Although unfortunately, the latest intel seems to suggest that they may be aware of our presence, given the fact that some ships here and there are moving out of the main formation, as if to prepare a surprise attack of their own and cover various angles. But if this operation succeeds, combined with the mess Empress Falcon’s death will leave at the top of the Geonal, we will have a straight road to their shores.
-In the meantime,” asks Pavel, “did you get any new intel about the death of Princess Amanda Falcon, and how it was carried out?”

“The investigation is still ongoing, trust me, though, we’re going to flip every single rock until the land looks spotless… or we find the filth” Kesley spoke, sitting up a bit further in his chair.

“As for the submarines” Georgia continued. “If need be we can send some quote-on-quote mercenaries to protect them, push comes to shove and we’ve got your back.” she smiled softly, taking the file away from the four of them and holding it up in the air, reaching for a nearby lighter and setting it on fire. The fire slowly made it’s way across the paper, little bits of useless ash falling off here and there… Until all useful information was completely and utterly destroyed.

“Good, good, glad to see you intend to see this through the end.” replies Pavel to Kesley about the investigation.

“Don’t worry Georgia, we’ll handle this on our own.” replies Adrean to the Supreme Vice Leader. “For now, we’d suggest you finish taking care of the aftermath of the attack. Concerning those Geonal vessels, we can also try instead of destroying them to lure them for enough time away from the coast to maybe try to insert a few covert teams or some kind of early attack force. We can also maybe try to lure them away and away by harassing them and forcing them to follow our subs, which would then lead them to an isolated enough part of the ocean where we would swarm them with missiles. Anyway, it will be at least a day before the Geonal vessels arrive on site, so we still have some time to discuss other options.
-Speaking of options,” continues Anna, “ I hav to ask you, Georgia and Kesley: in order to cement the ties between our nations and show that we’re really together in this, would you be interested in the establishment of a joint Astarian-Grudaidhian Army Corps?” asks the Empress.

Listening to the words, Kesley and Georgia would turn to each other for a moment, sharing a look before drawing their attention back to the Imperial Couple. Kesley spoke “I believe this could be in our best interests regarding the ongoing situations.” he glanced towards his mother, signalling it’s her turn to speak. ”I agree, I’ll get someone to discuss details with you guys when they can, requirements and such.”

“Okay then, thank you very much.” replies Anna, who smiles like her husband and their two friends. “Just to tell you before we forget, we intend in this war to reconnect with another job of ours: fighter aircraft piloting. As you know, in 2014, we backed one of our allies, the Kingdom of Dheimar, in the last war that was opposing them to the Empire of Pahran. During this war, my husband, Pavel, Alicia, Yuri, Patricia and me flew combat missions, and we managed to score quite a few aerial kills, about ten each.
-So, since it’s been quite some time, and that Geonal will surely have more than enough fighter planes to keep us occupied, we really intend to score a few more kills, and who knows? Maybe achieve what our grandfathers did in the Blazing Angels back in WWII.” continues Adrean with a small, yet proud smile.
“Aside from that, was there anything else you wanted to tell us or talk about before Jane joins her daughter in the afterlife?” finishes the Emperor.

Georgia sat and listened to their words, before smiling. "Nothing at all except to prepare for all hell to break loose." she cleared her throat as she slid the remaining files off the desk and under her arm once again, Kesley doing the same. They stood up in unison “see you both on the flip side.” she continued

“Alright then.” says Adrean as he stands up too, before him and the rest of the group gather their laptops and files and put it back in their packs.
“May Ymir, Star of Life and Creation and of Death and Afterlife, may give Jane and Amanda Falcon’s souls the rest they deserve once they will be together on the other side.” says Anna as she recites a prayer, befitting her role as as priestess, expected from her title of Highest Servant of the Stars in the Astarian Star Polytheism.
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