The American & Pacific Rim Crisis [MT/MT+, Semi-Closed, IC]

[The Union of British North America]

OOC: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=497480
*Please let me know about any tiny territorial discrepancies, there are lots of little islands here.

RNAAF Piarco
Province of Trinidad and Tobago, North American Union
31 January 2021
2132 hours

Royal North American Air Force station Piarco, on the island province of Trinidad and Tobago, was normally a quiet posting for any NAF personnel from the mainland as well as the islander militia provincials, indeed for anyone who lived there. The Air Militia of the T&T Provincial Forces happily resigned itself to being inter-island transport and maritime search and rescue force to assist the organizational conglomerate that is the NAU Coastguard. In fact, most Caribbean provinces did not expect their provincial forces and militia to be federalized by the general government for anything but emergency response to natural disasters. The RNAAF committed a few anti-submersible helicopters (that primarily served in their rescue role) and turboprop airborne early warning aerocraft for anything defensive or offensive on T&T.

That is, until now. Cargo planes from Brickell Point*, Florida, delivered and the Air Militia unloaded locomotive anti-air artillery and vehicular surface-to-air missile launchers. Flight Lieutenant Mike Gordon was assigned to train the Air Militia on how to use this vehicles. The officer commanding the Air Militia, Group Captain Ken Goodson, was surprised to hear from Flt Lt Gordon that Air Command was sending a flight of Hydra S/VTOL fighter, recon, and strike combination planes by this time tomorrow. This sudden surge of concern by RNAAF Air Command and the joint RNAAF-Army NORAD command about possible air attacks came about because of what happened yesterday. Local news indicated that a search and rescue hovercraft used by the Naval Militia of Trinidad and Tobago was seized by two Langenian shallow-water craft in the early hours of yesterday, and RNAAF Piarco's radar facility was buzzed continuously for three hours by largely suspected Langenian aerocraft.

Now, RNAAF Piarco's aerodrome and runways cannot hold the fighters and interdictors that are the bread and butter of North American air supremacy. The Hydras allowed for short or barely existing runways, perfect to have some kind of air cover. The Caribbean Sea had a surface area of over one million square miles, and the nearest NAF base that had the Cyclone fighters** and Hinon*** ground attack aerocraft was all the way in Belize, and those planes could take on anything Langenia could throw at the NAU, from sea, land, or air. They could get here in about an hour. The fleet's aerocraft carrier-based Sea Wasps could be here in 10-20 minutes, and those are the latest generation of fighters. Goodson questioned Gordon if this would be enough to deter an invasion of a country that was only 7 miles away.

"Not by any real chance. Hopefully the fleet's guided missiles and air cover would smash any invasion force and these assets would just be for any single stragglers," replied Gordon. "Defence is favored nowadays in invasions, typically. The RNAN Caribbean fleet would decimate anything that got out of South America. Our aegis, ultimately, comes our ships on the beautiful Caribbean azure main."

But, is that good enough too?

"I hope Philly gets that air base agreement done in Santo Domingo, we seem to need that more than ever," replied Goodson.
---
FV Ursula (NAU registration number: 52775)
Near Patos Island, Langenian territorial waters (near T&T, and the NAU-Langenian EEZ border)
1 February 2021
0557 hours

Up for some early morning fishing, Captain Carron Johnson of the Ursula was enjoying a cup of coffee as his narrow, 25-foot long fishing vessel passed by some mangrove trees that were on the Patos Island shoreline, the sky changing from dark, blackish blue to the emerging yellow and orange of the sunrise. While his boat was technically in the demarcated economic zone of Langenian waters, he had a local permit for fishing at this time of year. And there was a semi-official agreement with the local Langenian government, the local Langenian fisheries businesses, and the Trinidadian fishing industry about these permits and sharing this common resource; in short, everybody breaks the rules, even Langie fishermen on the NAU side of the EEZ. But Johnson had heard about some crackdowns from the Langies about foreign ships in or so close to their waters, particularly with Dutch ships near the ABC Islands--but the Trinidadians and North American mainlanders did not cause much bother until recently, as the Langies claimed. He heard on the wireless of the Langenians declaring Patos a special sanctuary for preservation, but he knew that they cannot risk jobs in this area. The NAU is barely keeping everyone happy with their own cap-and-trade system of fishing quotas and permits for the Caribbean fishing industry--subsidies sweetened the deal but still he was not earning much, just enough to feel like a relatively accomplished provincial fisherman. Married with two children, and one of them is going to read law at King's College in New York next fall on a scholarship. Accomplished fisherman indeed.

But with reward comes risk--there are local pirates in the Gulf of Paria and on the coast just north of here. The Langies so far have been cracking down hard on them as much as they have on the Dutchmen, but one must be careful. His revolver and double-barrel shotgun were always with him when he went fishing. Nothing wrong about a man defending his property? Especially now. But, there have been fewer and fewer pirates lately, and less and less Langie fishermen. It would be long hours until he would see another fishing boat, and it would be flying the NAU civil ensign.

He wondered what was going on with the Langies lately. He heard about disputes between Philadelphia and Aragon, but he knew they would come around. Trade is something always comes around to, too many jobs, too many potentially disgruntled voters or rebels.

He slowed his boat down, all the way to where they shut off the engine and were just slowly moving with the water, but his helmsman, Johnny, a Floridian who liked to move around for work, kept the boat from running aground. His boat mate, Carlos, a Langenian-Trinidadian and British subject by birth, started work on the traps, throwing them into the water. Carron Johnson, it should be said, is a shrimp catcher. Those little sea creatures that don the appetizers and seafood dishes of the Caribbean and the Gulf Provinces. This was his gold mine, his profession. His vessel, a small shrimper, was great in the shallow waters of the Gulf of Paria. Johnson and his crew were in their element, until they heard a engine sound coming in from behind them about 20 minutes into their fishing.

"Get ready, boys, it's either pirates or the Langies. We've got everything we need for either," said Johnson. Guns or documents, essentially.

Johnson's boat started up its engine again, just in case of pirates. Though being chased by the Langies would probably be a short chase, and not in Johnson or his crew's interests.

The vessel turned a bit and he saw who it was: the Langenians. A blessing, though mixed. Better than pirates, but Johnson knew about local corruption but had not dealt with it himself. The Langie boat got along side of the Ursula, and the Langie policeman started asking his questions. He was staring down a bit at Johnson and his crew, but only because the Langie boat was a bit higher than the Ursula.

"Don't worry, my captain has the documents," said Carlos, who translated from Langenian to English so Johnson could understand what was going on.


*Brickell Point is the ATL name of Miami, Florida
**Cyclone like the Typhoon fighter-like aircraft
***Hinon is the ATL name for the Avro Arrow-like aircraft, which holding on to its interceptor capabilities, its design has added roles as time moved on

[Piikala]

Piikalan Imperial Palace
Piikalan island of Yuki Hana, Piikalan Home Islands
February 1, 2021
09:00

The newly crowned emperor walked through the Imperial Palaces' scroll room; looking through the library, he was not searching for any particular piece of parchment rather was looking for a chance to be alone. He walked down the long wooden floored halls with stories upon stories of wooden shelves filled with paper till he found an old bench that he sat down upon. He sat down on the bench pondering a recent proposal by his war minister when something caught the corner of his eye in the long dusty corridor, and he got up to inspect it. As he walked closer, he saw what appeared to be an old white man dressed in a blue woolen jacket with gold embroidery and a white button shirt underneath with white wool pants and knee high boots with a rapier at his side. He walked down the long hallway to the older man and upon closer look saw it was just that old British dude that one of his ancestors had taxidermied for his mana(power/life essence) three hundred years ago. Immediately losing interest in the taxidermied Captain Cook, the emperor turned around and walked the other direction-finding the old white guy to be a rather boring thing to look at. He finally understood why his grandmother had him placed in the book room rather than at the visitor entrance where he was before.

The emperor then walked out of the scroll room, and the imperial guardsmen at the door of the room closed the large sixty meter high wooden doors behind him with a soft thud. As the emperor walks through the sprawling palace, he finally reaches the room he was searching for; as the doors are opened to the room, the emperor steps into the room and say, “Do it.” then he steps out of the room the doors are closed behind him.

Piikalan Cyber Warfare base
Piikalan Province of Micronesia, on the island of Yap
February 1, 2021
13:00

The sun shone over the peaceful little island as the young children played on the beaches and men returned from the sea after a long day of fishing. Meanwhile, underground the sounds of the server room's fans could be clearly heard reverberating through the small installation as Computerman Third Class Ruji Moalis proceeded out of the cafeteria and to his office. As he walked through the large underground compound dressed in a light orange jumpsuit, he walked past several bomb-proof doors until he reached his office. He steps into his office and slides the door shut behind him to see a manila folder on his desk for the War Pagoda(Piikalan military command) to hack into the NAUs military servers, a standard mission to Ruji was as easy as stealing candy from a baby. So he powered on his computer and carefully looked for targets to send his malware, so he opened Facebook and searched for potential targets. Upon finding several potential victims, he put together several fake sweepstakes win tickets and sent them to the work addresses of the contractors who work for the NAU’s military. He then waited for them to open the emails, and once they did, he found some of their military login credentials. That he used to access the systems and discreetly hack his way into the system and make a backdoor for himself to use later. After that, Ruji got up, took a shower, climbed out of the bunker into the village, walked to his home, and fell asleep to the sound of the waves breaking against the beach.

[Langenia]

Usage of NAU characters made with his permission.

Langenian Coast Guard Craft
Near Patos Island, Langenian territorial waters (near T&T, and the NAU-Langenian EEZ border)
1 February 2021

The captain of the Langenian Coast Guard watercraft looked over the dark waters of the Caribbean. This was new for him. Patrolling the waters for possible infiltrators. Why did the Langenians fear infiltrators? That was due to the fact that the military had recently been building up their strength in this region, building artificial islands as well as building bases on small uninhabited islands, like Patos, using the excuse of "anti-piracy operations." Thus, Aragon had assigned more security there, suspicious that their rivals up north, who many Langenians simply called the Brits (due to the North American Commonwealth theoretically being ruled by the British queen), might spy and try to collect intelligence on them. He thought of this as he continued to scan the water for any unidentified boats. He was starting to expect that nothing would happen, when to his surprise, an unidentified boat appeared on the horizon of his binoculars. He rubbed his eyes and checked again. There was a boat, alright. "Full speed ahead!" he yelled back at the helmsman.

Suddenly, the vessel was speeding across the water, and in another minute right next to the unidentified boat. The captain looked it over and saw: a fishing boat, probably belonged to the Brits. He asked for their documents, to which a crewmember of the NAU boat responded "Don't worry, my captain has the documents," in fluent Langenian. The Coast Guard captain nodded, but he held up his hand as if to say, wait here, and went to check the paper he had on protocol. Apparently, protocol was that if unauthorized persons are caught close to military bases and forces, they are to be arrested on charges of espionage. He nodded, and went and informed his crew of the impending arrest. One Coast Guardsman got on the radio and summoned a couple of more Coast Guard boats and Langenian National Navy patrol boats. Soon, the fishing boat was teeming with Langenian Coast Guardsmen and sailors, armed with the Langenian military's standard-issue rifle. By now the North American fishermen knew something was wrong as they looked around with fear in their eyes and spoke among each other in hushed voices.

Finally, the message came. The captain turned to the fishermen and said "All of you are placed under arrest for attempted espionage on the Armed Forces of the Catholic Republic of Langenia!" Then the fishermen were handcuffed. One mestizo man, who the captain presumed was a Langenian born in another country, slowly nodded, and informed his mates. One of the Brits, who the Langenian captain guessed was the captain of the captured boat, started yelling something in English. "This isn't an arrest! This is a kidnapping! We have a permit for fishing here! I demand you release us in the name of the crown!" None of the Langenians listened, and the boat was tied to one of the Coast Guard craft, and the fishermen were loaded onto another craft. The party, consisting of both navy and Coast Guard boats, then set out for the Coast Guard station at the town of Macuro nearby. There, the fishermen would be interrogated. News of the arrest soon reached through the Langenian government, to the President Nicolas Furia himself, and the Langenians prepared for a...diplomatic incident.

[Bengal and Assam]

Buenos Aires Herald
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Nationalist noises coming from the military. Upcoming coup against President Kirchner?

La Platan democracy is probably going under the carpet once against as noises come from the upper echelons of the military against the current administration of President Kirchner, mainly over silence against the Chilean and Malvinas issues.
Chile has always been claimed by La Plata as an integral territory, with historical roots to claims during the Viceroyalty Period. The Falkland Islands is a British Crown Colony, with nationalist groups claiming it based on geographical proximity rather than historic precedent.

Over the period of last month, prominent military commanders have made anti-government/nationalist statements on social media, and have written articles on newspapers, criticising the current government and its foreign policy, as in the case of an article written by Field Marshal Mendoza on a Spanish-language daily with right wing leanings, calling it "defeatist" " flaccid" "easily influenced by foreign powers". One thing everyone, including the current government, agrees upon is the economic policy of the country.

Ever since the restoration of democracy in 1985, it has been one of the main jobs of democratically elected governments to keep the military happy, and maintain social order. If any of these are found lacking, the military moves in and takes control. While every government elected since 1985 until the current one have been successful in making sure to maintain both aspects, allowing one of the longest periods of democratic governance in La Plata, the future of it as of 2021 is unknown.

[The Union of British North America]

7 February 2021
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, North American Union
Roderick Alleyn's apartment
6:40 pm


Detective Chief Inspector Roderick Alleyn, after a long day at the Sir John Hooper Memorial NAUPOL Central Office Building on Market Street, finally sat down on his couch turned on his televisor, holding a glass of water and placing a paracetamol on his tongue and took a drink. He yawned as he pondered a photograph above his idiot box--his daughter and his ex-wife with the photo folded in the corner to hide her face. Divorced for 4 years and a 35-year old bobby in the most prestigious police unit of the NAUPOL, the Special Branch. Alleyn got his master's degree in criminology at the University of Pennsylvania, and joined the force at age 26. Got married at 28, became a father at 30, and divorced at 32. He accused that his wife cheated on him but he could not fully prove it, and in the end it was joint custody over Mara, a 7-year old who is with her mother, Diane, for the last week and will be dropping her off at his flat at 7 pm for his week.

He was part of Division 2 of the General Special Branch, responsible for investigating domestic intelligence and counter-intelligence cases. Sometimes that meant surveilling a suspected domestic malcontent who was deemed by the Target Approval and Request Committee to have questionable loyalties to the Crown. Sometimes a TARC certificate came down on certain, recent travelers to the NAU who, by commercial air travel or by ship, entered Philadelphia and their business or pleasure in the NAU was rather too avoiding of the usual tourist traps.

But for his recent assignment that he got today, it has been with computers of several important companies. Particularly with several important defence contractors with the general government. Staverton, Imperial Electric America, the Australasian Aerocraft Corporation American branch (AAC America), New Hanover Systems, and even North American Motors. They all had their servers broken into by some malicious hacker or hacker group and loaded with malware. Ongoing projects and tests with NAF equipment. Internal communications, contracts with MOD and MOJ. A shitstorm at home. So far, Special Branch and the boffins at the Cyber Force at Joint Operations Strategic Command, who are assisting because of the impact on the military, have determined that social media accounts of some employees of these companies were utilized by the hacker or hackers through fake online games and sweepstakes, and when employees opened these things on their work computers, the hackers were in. Alleyn thought these employees would be sacked by tomorrow morning if not already, and lots of training time and new policies for using personal social media on work computers. But his investigative team, NAUPOL SB and JSOC Cyber Force, had no idea who was behind the attack.

He turned his attention to the televisor, where it beamed "THE URSULA AFFAIR" on the screen:

ANNOUNCER: "...and now we turn to the Caribbean for our next segment. Tensions are on the rise in the usually idyllic paradise provinces of the Union as Langenian coastal patrol ships stop, search, and detain foreign fishermen and small tour cruises along the Langenian northern coast. Two weeks ago a Dutch tourist boat that traveled around the ABC Islands that has been traveling rather closely to the Langenian coast was stopped by the Langenian Coast Guard and all aboard were detained on charges of espionage. And now it has been a week since reports coming from Langenian news sources in the capital of Aragon and the NAU Legation there that three North American citizens have been detained near Patos Island, which is just on the other side of the EEZ line and the Gulf of Paria. The shrimper vessel, the Ursula, had its captain, Carron Johnson of Trinidad, and the crewmembers Carlos Santiago of Trinidad and John Kearns of Florida, detained on charges of espionage.

The NAU condemned Langenia that day for interference with the peaceful and lawful actions of its citizens. Today, the External Affairs Minister made a public announcement:"

-Cut to a 50-year-old man speaking in front of a podium in front of a bunch of NAU and UC flags-

DEAN FAIRCHILD (NAU Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs): "...this was a violation of the rights of North American citizens, who were following the law and just doing their jobs as honest fishermen. Quite frankly, this is harassment, not only of us but other nations. His Britannic Majesty's North American Government intends to introduce a resolution at this upcoming general assembly at the Organisation of American States in Mexico City next to censure Langenia for flagrant disregard of the OAS Charter..."

-Cut back to the announcer with a map of Patos Island and the Gulf of Paria-

ANNOUNCER: "That was NAU External Affairs Minister, Leader of the Aboriginal Peoples' Party, and Majority Leader in the Grand Council, Dean Fairchild. His Majesty's North American Government is considering the application of sanctions on Langenian companies with financial ties to the NAU, and His Excellency the President-General has declared 10 Langenian diplomats persona non grata, who will be leaving their Philadelphia legation* tomorrow morning. Next week is the OAS General Assembly of delegates, to be held in Mexico City from Tuesday..."

Alleyn heard a knock at his door. He walked over to it and opened it. "Papa!" shouted Mara. "So good to see you again, dear. How's school?" Mara showed him some of her drawings from her pink bookbag. Diane and Roderick exchanged a few words about the visitation. "I'll see you next Sunday 7 pm, ok? Be a good girl," said the former Diane Alleyn, now Diane née Clarke. Daine said that Roderick's insufferable personality was the real reason she wanted the divorce. But in the end, it was joint custody. Diane said a short but friendly good-bye to Roderick and hugged Mara. She waved to both of them; she understood from the news lately why he was under a bit of stress, and wished him some happiness, and she quietly hoped they did fun things together, like go see Old Union Hall or go for riverside rides on the Delaware.

Happiness for both of them, happiness for all of them.

---
RNAAF Piarco
Province of Trinidad and Tobago, North American Union
8 Feburary 2021
1301 hours

The last of the V/STOL Herakles C.4 cargo planes landed at Piarco and dropped off more equipment to operate the locomotive anti-air vehicles. The Hydras, all but one lined up and at diagonals so they could get to the runway and take off quickly, were indeed old and the only air assets that RNAAF Piarco had. Goodson looked up at the sky as the one airborne Hydra practiced vertical mode about 100 yards down the runway. At least the RNAAF base at Santo Domingo went through, he heard that on the NABC Home Service wireless. Perhaps he'll try to convince Air Command to send some Wasps** down here, some of them are STOL as the RNAAF and RNAN FAA were modernizing the Wasps and Sea Wasps as FGR.3 and FGR.2, respectively.

He walked back to the radar station and air traffic control "tower" of RNAAF Piarco. He climbed the stairs of the three story building to the floor with lots of large windows where the air operations control officers and sergeants were sitting, checking on the helicopters that were doing patrols for any Langie patrol craft or aeroplanes that dared or managed to cross over the NAU-Langenian EEZ line to the Trinidadian side.

Goodson sat down at his desk, elevated somewhat above his controllers' desks. He started looking over paperwork, but just as he was looking over the table of contents of requisition forms for the Hydras, there was a buzzing of the alarms. He got up and walked over to the station of one of his non-coms, Sergeant Dorian Permes. "Sir, we have contacts: two high-speed aerocraft, definitely the Langies." Goodson sprang into action. "Ok, they're probably doing recon on our Hydras and defences..." He was interrupted by one of the calls of the Hydra Pilots, Flying Officer Daryl Samson. "Piarco Control, this is Trin 1, shall we pursue bandits?"

"Only if they attack, try to stay out of their way, we'll call in some Sea Wasps from the Kestrel and hopefully they'll go home when they see them," replied Goodson. The Kestrel as about 60 miles east of here, in the Atlantic.

He hoped everything would go back to normal, no more buzzing, no more threats of war.

About 4 minutes later, the Kestrel was reporting that two Sea Wasps were in the air and on their way, after hearing confirmation from RNAAF Piarco and their own AEW aircraft picked up something.

[Piikala]

Piikalan Imperial Palace
Imperial Capital(Name of the Piikalan Capital City), Piikalan island of Yuki Hana
February 6, 2021
08:00

The sound of a kong shell could be heard reverberating across the city from the Imperial Palace that stood at the top of a large human-made hill as the busy city came to a stop and faced the palace to the east. While the emperor kneeled to the east to the sun goddess while the townsfolk bowed with their right hand on their hearts(Piikalan sign of respect). Suddenly, the Piikalan anthem's sound could be heard reverberating across the city as the citizens watched as a large fifteen by thirty-meter flag rose from the palace's top. They started to sing the anthem with an undying patriotic fervor they sang:

Meant to be sung to the tune of Kimigayo
English translation:

May our divine land
Continue for a thousand generations,
Until the open ocean
Grows into an island
lush with life

May our divine land
Continue for a thousand centuries
Until the rising sun
Grows old into the night sky
May the empire reign

Piikala Pinyin:

Yoroeí watakou kami Āina
Ho susu Tame ni hé shen seauna
Mahiki ko Aita kameh
surulu lokoni hé shimaina
yutakana te olakatsu

Yoroeí watakou kami Āina
Ho susu Tame ni hé when seauna
mahiki ko Píikala
surulu furui Yoru po sorani
Yoroeí kami Āina píi

After the anthem finished across the town, another kong shell could be heard blowing, ringing through the capital as the sound of the Kingdom of Hawaii's anthem could be heard reverberating through the town. While the people stood and bowed for their fallen ally, the Piikalan emperor stood up and started to sing the anthem of his great-grandmother's land; he sang with a loud voice full of passion singing for his ancestor's nation under British occupation:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mAPt_jT8N0
Hawai'i ponoʻī
Nānā I kou mōʻī,
Ka lani aliʻi,
Ke aliʻi.

Hawaiʻi ponoʻī,
Nānā i nā Aliʻi,
Nā pua muli kou,[3]
Nā pōkiʻi.

Hawaiʻi ponoʻī,
E ka lāhui ē,
ʻO kāu hana nui
E ui ē.

Hui:
Makua lani ē,
Kamehameha ē,
Na kāua e pale,
Me ka ihe.

While the emperor sang, another large flag of the Kingdom of Hawaii was raised upon the palace's flag pole underneath the Piikalan flag. As tears streamed down his face as he longs for the liberation of his ancestors' nation and to meet the nation's people while he cries, an attendant comes to him and hands him a handkerchief that he uses to dry his tears on his face and the floor. Lifting himself off the floor, he looks upon the wall to a portrait of his great-great-grandmother Queen Liliuokalani. He says under his breath, "Ooh kupuna wahine nui e hoʻokuʻu wau i ko mākou lāhui mai nā haole ʻino a no ko mākou lāhui a hui pū i ko mākou mau lāhui ma lalo o ka hae o kahi Polynesia hui pū ʻia.(Oooh, grandmother, I shall unite our nations under a single flag and liberate Hawaii from the evil occupiers.)" After saying this, the emperor walks off to the palace basement, where he boards a small electric train that takes him down the mountain to a large bunker, the Piikalan War Pagoda, the nerve center of the Piikalan armed forces.


The War Pagoda
Imperial Capital(Name of the Piikalan Capital City), Piikalan island of Yuki Hana
February 6, 2021
09:00


The sound of chanting could be heard through the War Pagoda halls as two large men dressed in Loincloth holding several large Kahili decorated with red and yellow feathers marched through the halls. This followed by an older woman chanting a Piikalan chant who is wearing a Kappa cloth Toga chanted in Piikalan:

Make way
Make way
For the son of the goddess of the sun and god war if before thee
(The chant continues telling the Piikalan royal family's family tree starting from the first chief of a small village in Japan and the original chiefs of Hawaii till the emperor.)

After the older woman walked the emperor wearing a black silk kimono with a red Ahu Ula and yellow Mahiole with a large Katana and large Koa Lei-o-mano at his side with Piikalan Imperial guard troops dressed from head to toe in a black set of clothes that covered their body and face hiding their large amount of weapons they held underneath. This was followed by another group of men in Kappa loincloths who carried another set of red and yellow Kahili.

The large procession passed through the War Pagoda halls as the men and women who passed bowed to the passing procession. They after a five-minute journey, they arrive at the conference hall and walk inside. Where stand in front of them a large map on an LCD touch screen that shows the whole western pacific in detail, upon entering the room, the emperor takes a set at the front of the room as the Shoguns(Piikalan equivalent of a five-star general) of the Navy and Cyber force enter the rooms and present their plans.

The Shogun of the Cyber Force presenting his plans, which start with the Cyber force using their back doors into the UBC North American assets to rapidly disable the civilian power grids in North America by overloading the power stations and halting all utility systems in the major cities of New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas Fortworth, Houston, Toronto, Philadelphia, Miami, Atlanta, Boston, San Francisco, Phoenix, Inland Empire, Detroit, Montreal, Seattle, Santo Domingo, Minneapolis, San Diego, Denver, Saint Louis, Baltimore, Vancouver, Portland, Orlando, San Antonio, Pittsburg, Sacramento, San Juan, Cincinnati, Las Vegas, Kansas City, Cleveland, Columbus, Austin, Anchorage, Deadhorse, Indianapolis, and San Jose. While this happens, Piikalan hackers will launch a virus that will go into the UBCs air defense computers and start to make it look like their air space is being rushed on by Russian Bear bombers coming in from their northern and northeastern coasts. While tricking their computer into believing inbound super sonic coming, bombers are heading towards the Trinidad and Tobago coast and Panama, along with bombers heading towards Hawaii from Russia. With our hackers constantly repeating these attack scenarios on all UBC radar systems every day until December.
Piikalan hackers in the chaos will be copying all the UBC's server data and then destroying the servers through a series of computer viruses that will also take down any communication cables, cell phone towers, and satellites by eliminating the servers that run these systems. After this, we will be destroying base generators by having their computers flood their engines. With all of our attacks happening through a series of VPNs that will trace from Piikala to Kazakhstan, then to Langenia, then to Mexico, then to Romextily, then to Russia, From Russia to Fuso, with the final transmission point being Karachi Pakistan. With the viruses that our hackers will be using, we have taken from Langneian hackers who tried to hack a Piikalan bank and modified it to suit our purpose. This we believe will prevent any feedback to us for the incident while we observe the response times of the UBC government and military to these responses.

After the Cyber Force Shogun presentation was finished, the Imperial Navy's Shogun stood up and began his production. This starts with a full-scale live-fire Piikalan naval training exercise that will happen in the south pacific. Piikalan marines and naval reserve forces will be training to do beach landings and shore-based invasions of island archipelagos. While doing this training exercise, our ballistic missile subs will test our ICBM system by launching a nonnuclear missile ICBM at point Nemo. During this training exercise, our carrier sub fleets will be deployed from their hidden sub-basses in Ha long Bay, Santa Cruz, Palawan, Yilan county, Koh Samui, Ch'ang-dong, Torom, Ust-Kamchatka, and Nanduri, where they will sail to a location hundred clicks south of Jarvis Island. Over there, they will be meeting up with Piikalan supply ships in the middle of the night to load up on supplies for the rest of their mission. After this, the fleets will be leaving from Jarvis island to their points around the western coast of the UBC. It will be on November 6 that the Piikalan air force will be sending a weather monitoring plane from the Galapagos to Piikalan bases in Eastern Russia, passing the western coast of North America, while Piikalan weather aircraft will be taking off from our basses on easter island to basses on the Piikalan mainland passing by Hawaii.
After this, the Piikalan Air and Space force will be launching rockets from our bases in Indonesia, sending a crewed mission to the moon in hopes of distracting the UBCs news organizations. Once this is done, Piikalan carrier subs will be surfacing off the western coast of the UBC and attacking their bases along the west coast and destroying their naval assets on the UBCs coast. Upon completing this, Piikalan subs will go to the Hawaiian archipelago to carpet bomb any UBC military assets in the region. After a week of carpet bombing, our reserve fleet on a 'training exercise' will invade the Hawaiian archipelago with our troops arriving on Kawaholoawe and Niihau's coasts, taking these relatively uninhabited islands as FOB's. Once we have secured these islands, we will progress to Kauai and Lanai's islands, taking over these islands and securing them. We will move on the islands of Molokai and Maui, splitting the archipelago. We will then be landing most of the fleet onto the shores of Waimanalo and the north shore. From there, we will quickly secure the beachheads and march around the Waimanalo mountain range to push into western Honolulu, taking over Waikiki. At the same time, our forces cut off the Kailua area trapping the Kaneohe marine corp base and starving them. While our troops push to secure central Oahu and direct the enemy into Waianae and towards Oahu, then push the troops to the end of Kaena point and eliminate them. Once we have done this, we will drive the forces into Honolulu, then up the Nuuanu valley into the Pali pass, where they will be trapped on the pass and forced off the pass or surrender. Once this is done, we will secure Kailua and settle into the island. After this, Piikalan forces will then be focused on the invasion of the island of Hawaii, landing in Kailua and going west to Hilo. We believe that this will be successful as the UBC will be distracted by their defensive actions in the Caribbean and Mexico.

Upon hearing this plan, the emperor thinks it good and orders the supplies necessary for this operation to be discreetly prepared in secret. At the same time, Piikalan diplomats are to be sent to Langenia to push for diplomatic relationships and create an embassy. Along with the creation of a free trade alliance with the Langenians to ensure their plan succeeds.


Piikalan Ministry of Foreign Relations Head office
Imperial Capital, Piikalan island of Yuki Hana
February 7, 2021
10:00


The doors of the large stone and wood building slide open as diplomat Takeno Tuaji steps out of the building and onto the crowded sidewalk in front of the ministries building. He then walks down the busy street, passing his fellow Piikalans dressed in colorful Kimonos going about their day while passing old buildings that looked as if they were pulled out of the seventeenth century. Tucked under Tuajis's arm, a hale weaved bag inside it all the things Tuaji will need for his mission, plus a first-class plane ticket for the Langenian capitol on Imperial Airways(Piikalan national carrier). Tuaji quickly walks to the nearest subway station and takes the escalator down into the sleek modern subway station, and boards a train that he takes to his apartment on the capital's outskirts. After a one-hour train ride, Tuaji arrives at his stop and gets off the train where an attendant waves people through the station's automated pay system for free because the train was five seconds late at its destination as another worker's hands out apology notes to the workers to give to their employers to apologize for their delay. Tuaji takes the escalator out of the station and onto the sidewalk and walks to his apartment on the second floor of the old apartment building, and goes inside gathering his clothes and other things for his trip into a large roller suitcase while placing the bag the ministry gave him and his work computer and other devices into a locked carryon bag painted in bright orange with black words painted onto it in English, Spanish, French, German, Russian, and Piikalan "DIPLOMATIC POUCH OF THE IMPERIAL STATE OF PIIKALA." Tuaji then double-checks his bags and person ensuring that he has everything, and walks out of his apartment, locking the door he heads to the subway again that takes him directly to the bullet train station where he boards a bullet train to the city of Edo, a two-hour ride from the Piikalan capitol where the nearest civilian airport is(this is because the Piikalan people feel and the airport would ruin the beauty of the Piikalan capital and the fact that it's a strictly enforced no-fly zone) where he can catch his flight.


Aragon airport
Aragon, Langenia
February 8, 2021
05:00


After a very long flight steps off the plane and onto the jet bridge walking into the airport; he ensures his Diplomatic Pouch's safe handling and heads to immigration at the Langenian airport. While on his way, he stops and takes a caffeine pill and a glug of water to wake him up after the long flight took him from Edo to Aragon.


Piikalan Cyber Warfare base
Piikalan Province of Micronesia, on the island of Yap
February 13, 2021
19:00(that would be 01:00 east coast time in the east coast of north america)


Computer man third class Ruji Moalis starts his day preparing for the extended mission ahead; he gets out of bed and walks out of his house. Walking through the dark streets with the moonlight's aid, he waves high to some of his neighbors who sail onto the beach after a long night of fishing. While he walks through, he listens to the waves' gentle sounds as they crash onto the shore and the occasional screech of a rooster until he arrives at the base entrance. Opening the door, he climbs down the ladder showing his ID to the guard he's let through and takes a shower, and changes. Then he gets a bowl of rice porridge and mackerel, eats his meal, and then gets up to walk to his office. Where he logs onto his computer checking his emails then gets started with work. He starts up his VPNs that he set up the day before and logs onto the UBCs military servers via his back door, then makes his way through the UBS firewalls using a fake account he created in their system the day before and plugs his computers into the bases memory drive and uploads his computer virus onto the UBCs server that gets to work creating a fake air attack on the UBCs radars while his colleagues spread throughout Piikala start their programs causing a massive data to be downloaded from UBC government servers. At the same time, Piikalan hackers using the UBCs internal email network have the following email sent out to all the people on their email system saying:

¡Hola Gringos!

Do we hope you don't mind if we borrow your data? !Muchos, Gracias!

-Best Wishes to the AR men

While the email is sent, Piikalan hackers deploy the malware into the UBC's defense networks, causing the transfer of massive amounts of personal records and classified information from their servers that they spill onto Wikileaks while shutting down UBC telephone lines and internet using a computer virus that freezes the UBCs computer for five minutes giving the Piikalans time to download the data at the same time, Piikalan hackers attack the UBCs utilities on Trinidad and Tobago, causing the island's bases lamp posts lights to start flickering as part of a test of their newest code. Simultaneously, their radars show an attack coming from the south of a wing of supper sonic aircraft. After this, the Piikalan hackers upload another virus that destroys all traces of their back doors and data uploads causing the disappearance of any data that would have suggested their servers had been hacked or penetrated by any foreign power. The data they had uploaded being published on Wikileaks under an account called Uncle Sam could be traced back if one were to hack the site to a UBC citizen who doesn't exist and an IP address that can be traced back to a non-existent computer and building in Phillidelphia.

[The Union of British North America]

Honolulu, Kingdom of Hawaii
ʻIolani Palace, Pohukaina burial area
9 February 2021
1303 Hours

King Abraham Kalakaua of the Hawaiian Islands assisted the President-General of the North American Union and Commander-in-Chief in and over North America Sir John Cabot-Lodge. The monarch and the viceroy were placing a wreath of native flowers together to honor the past monarchs, chiefs, and other high nobility of Hawaii at the royal palace of Hawaii. As Sir John was representing both His Britannic Majesty of the wider United British Commonwealth of Nations and the unique and special relationship between the North American Union and Hawaii, it was showing the strength and unity of not only the External Association between Hawaii and the United British Commonwealth of Nations but between the Hawaiian archipelago and the North American continent.

The day before, the national and royal anthem of the North American Union as a full member Nation of the United British Commonwealth (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_abURV3Avp0) and the national and royal anthem of the Kingdom of Hawaii (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItkQstJDNWM were played in front of reporters, local, NAU, and international, and after the playing of the respective anthems in order of host country and then guest country (Hawaii, then the NAU), cheers and huzzahs from the guard of honour of the Royal Hawaiian Regiment, His Excellency the President-General walked with His Majesty the King of Hawaii to review the guard of honour. A state banquet was held that night, and His Excellency toasted to the His Hawaiian Majesty's Health and the King of Hawaii toasted to the health of His Britannic Majesty and to a long and great mandate of His Excellency. The Hawaiian and NAU flags, both sporting the Union Jack and their unique national identities with the rest of the banner, flew nicely in the evening air.

Today, the North American viceroy and the Hawaiian king were honoring the dead. Next, after honoring the ancestral monarchs, was an evening ceremony for the war dead, such as for those Hawaiians who fought for their own king and for Hawaii, with the United British Commonwealth of Nations, against the foreign aggression in the great war that consumed the middle part of the 20th century. After the laying of the wreath of native flowers, "I Vow To Thee My Country" was played, some sung in English and some in Hawaiian. The sentiment was shared, the bonds of unity between Britannia, Columbia, and Haiwiki, among all.

The Kingdom of Hawaii was in external association with the United British Commonwealth of Nations, from protectorate to free association of not only the broader United Commonwealth but also with the NAU, since first contact in the 19th century. The monarchist Brits helped nurture the nascent constitutional monarchy of Hawaii. Now Hawaii is a prosperous land of specialist agriculture and tourism, and protected by the North American Pacific fleet.

The King of Hawaii, Abraham David George Kalakaua, he the Defender of the Faith for the Church of Hawaii, clasped hands with the representative of his brotherly monarch King-Emperor Charles III of the United British Commonwealth of Nations. They exchanged further pleasantries and gave speeches on the importance of the NAU-Hawaii relationship, of the long history between the islands and the continent, the brotherly monarchies, the economic and military benefits of such a relationship.

His Excellency was taken aside for updates in the NAU about the developing situation in Trinidad and Tobago. An aide to His Excellency was whispering in his ear, but the President-General decided to continue today's itinerary with His Hawaiian Majesty.

No matter the situation, the viceregal representative of His Britannic Majesty sought to imitate the "stiff upper lip" tradition of strength through adversity. The Lion did not tremble during the Holy Alliance Wars of the early 19th century, during the Southeastern Rebellion in the NAU of the 1830s, the Great Northern War with Russia in the 1880s, not the World War with Germany and Russia in the 1930s and 40s, and not during the Pacific Missile Crisis of the 1960s. And now, not during this Langenian affair.

[Bengal and Assam]

Caballito, Buenos Aires, Provincias Unidas de Rio de La Plata
10th of February, 2021
03.09am

Miguel Tan y Byrn got up from his bed, his wife was sleeping beside him, and didn’t take notice as he kissed her cheek. Getting changed didn’t take much long, for he could just get decked into clothes that were supposed to be washed in the morning, hence were in the Washer. But before leaving, he had one more thing to do. He went to his only daughter’s room, and kissed her on the forehead. Something told him she was well awake, and was just pretending to be in deep slumber.

He quietly closed the door, and set out for Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires’s main port, as well as one of its two main commercial areas. He didn’t take the car, lest the noise wakes up his wife. A bus ride may take longer than a late night drive, but he had time.

Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires, Provincias Unidas de Rio de La Plata
10th of February, 2021
04.20am


Miguel entered a 24/7 convenience store. Such stores were spread out all over La Plata, and in a city like Buenos Aires, chains of this particular brand of stores could be found every one or two miles. But he came 10 kilometres away from his home tonight for no other reason than relieving himself. As he was taking a leak, a guy wearing glasses entered the restroom, the main reason he was here. The guy in question worked at the Langenian Embassy, and was the Secretariat of Intelligence’s guy in the embassy. That guy stood at the urinal beside him, and handed an envelope, no eye contact and no hello. He trusted the man, so he handed over a wad of cash to him.

As he walked out of the 24/7, he took a peek into the envelope. The contents inside were in Langenian. While the script was different, it was easy to get around due to his native Spanish tongue
“Propuesta de plan de trabajo con elementos del ejército platense para cambiar la política exterior del gobierno de La Plata” it said once he translated the script into latin in his mind. He read it again “Proposed plan for working with friendly elements in the La Plata military to bring change to the foreign policies of the government of La Plata.” Aside from all the formal wording, the message was clear, parts of the military were planning a coup, and Langenia was in on it. He had to get it to the Secretary of Intelligence himself. And the district of Belgrano, where such government offices were located wasn’t that far away from here, a quick walk in dawn won’t be bad.

However, his peaceful walk didn’t seem to go as planned. Everyone working in the field as SI agents were trained to keep alert, while not standing out. Mainly this was done through keeping an out out for the surroundings through reflective surfaces, and keeping an eye out for recurring faces and cars to ensure that one wasn’t followed. Now everything was going south for him it seemed. A black Autolatina Astra went past him, then the car of the same make came from the other side of the avenue after 15 minutes. Although he initially brushed it off as coincidence, it happened 3 times more, and he could swear for the last 2 times that the license number was the same. And that wasn’t helped by the fact that as he passed Takeout, a guy in a hat and overcoat left his barely eaten food and began to walk in the same direction as him. No buses or taxis at the moment to get him away from here at speed.

He looked at his wristwatch. “The mail’s coming up soon” he thought. This was it, the end of the line. With that thought, he entered an inconspicuous alley, then he ran. While he was sure that “fedora guy” was following him, and the organisation he represents had a car around and he would be caught eventually. But he did what he can to ensure that the envelope doesn’t end up in their hands, and it had a chance, however little it was to end up in the hands of his superiors. He put it in a random mailbox, and ran, saying a prayer to the Lord he barely believed in that the person who owns that mailbox would turn it over to the rightful authorities, that another foreign back coup could be stopped before things got into motion, and that whoever’s following him doesn’t end up finding the owner first. All he could do was pray for forgiveness and run.
But that didn’t last long, the Autolatina Astra was coming down from the other side of the alley. He stopped, not expending any more energy to this futile escape, embracing his fate.

[POST COMING ON ABOUT 2 DEAD BODIES FOUND AT THE SEA]

[Romextly]

Santiago, Chile
Palacio de La Moneda
7:04 AM
Presidente de Chile, Sebastián Piñerawas already was working on the countries multiple problems that have sprung up. There were massive protests occurring daily, on the rising economic inequality of the nation. The nation itself, had been doing better economically, due to the massive corporate state that it had become with Pinerawas was selling offcontrol of the government to economic allies.

But the people where strong in their belief that it was a biased and corrupt government and that it needed overthrowing. He had been promised the military's support by the Defense Minister Ricardo Martínez Menanteau. Now he just had to quell the protests to ensure that no group managed to enter and destroy property. But to make sure he was secure, he needed the support of the NAU to continue his presidency.

Hello, I hope this message finds you well Dame Felicity Graves. Recently I have been thinking of the growing threat of the north, Langenia. Now, I can offer the support of the military and any other agency you need in whatever scenarios. However, there are recent protests that I worry could try to create Socialist government that would be bad for us both, but benefit the Langenians. I do hope you can send whatever aid you can send to combat this.
Sebastian Pinerawas, President of Chile

Cámara de Diputados
9AM
The Government coalition had been taking attack after attack from the Socialist parties and the Independent Democratic Union's members were silent as the National Renewal senators took trial and allegation of corruptions and attempts of selling off government positions. After a break was called, Independent Democratic Union and Christian Democratic Party members met to discuss a possible coup. The compromise after a long and lengthy discussion was agreeing upon the new president should the coup be forced to get the go ahead. The Defense Minister had made friends on both parties and was voted almost unanimusly by then to be the new candidate while the nation would stabilize. But they would face resistance from the left wings parties and another coup might take place. So they took a large risk and sent a messanger to the Langenian Embassy to be sent to Aragon

Encryption:Extremely High
The people of Chile have begun to get tired of the current government of Chile and it's pro NAU stances. If needed, we will do the will of the people and dissolve the government. However, we will need your support with this as NAU will very likely try to help the unpopular government stay in power to have as an ally. The threat of a nation close to you that no nation should have to face. So, consider helping us in this coup.

[The Union of British North America]

"The Tracking Room", MI3/GCSE Headquarters
Wilmington, Province of Delaware, NAU
10 February 2021

Military Intelligence Section 3 aka MI3, formally known as the North American Union Secret Service Bureau, was silently abuzz, as intelligence officer Lieutenant Commander Richard Cross, Agent 012, was reading the individual expressions and general mood of his colleagues in The Tracking Room as he walked down a corridor with a leather briefcase, as all of his colleagues who trained in human intelligence (HUMINT), were baptized in from training and in operations. This was the codename of the signals intelligence facility, of the Government Communications Security Establishment, that provided foreign signals intelligence but this facility also held the chief office of 'A', the head of MI3, allowing for hi-tech joint intelligence operations for decryption and the human element. MI3 is the foreign intelligence service of the North American Union, but that is just a moniker, its official name is the North American Union Secret Service Bureau, and during the Great Global War it was the United Commonwealth Security Co-Ordination (America). It was a British-American intelligence unit turned formal spy agency of the leading nation of the United British Commonwealth of Nations.

Cross was walking briskly to the office of the Chief, 'A', who probably can have anyone killed if they found out his real name. Even the Cabinet Committee on Security and Intelligence were rumored to fear him. Cross was quietly breaking the personnel policy by discreetly flirting with A's secretary in the antechamber to A's office, who was engaged and due to have the wedding in June. But when working in intelligence, particularly working with contacts and in deep cover, one might as well take as much opportunity to find some happiness before they find themselves before a firing squad or something worse. He was zero-rated, a trained agent with the authorization to kill, with sanction and sometimes without, of anyone deem a threat to the United Commonwealth.

He was given the latest communique from Santiago, collected by the computer boffins of GCSE, A's secretary, Ms. Cash-soon-to-be-Mrs. Castleton. The neoclassical liberal president's economic policies have grown the economy and reduced unemployment somewhat, but socialists are criticizing his policies for causing too much inequality. Has he tried taxing the rich more? A structural policy like that would better help fight potential rebellion and revolution than hoping for the "Land-Up-Over" to bail you out, though Cross. While a capitalist, Cross thought one does not have to be a dogmatic to govern. That's why we have security and intelligence services, but those can get you only so far without looking bad, like someone bleating for liberty but make people disappear in the night. The NAU has its own skeletons in the closet, but nothing like the Ohkrana in Russia or the Prussian Secret Police in the German Empire.

He looked through what the station chief in Santiago wrote in his report as well as transcripts of some local socialist groups who are agitating at the moment, and even a Chilean general's phone calls with some officer clique in the south. Similar things are happening over in La Plata. A called Ms. Cash's speaker to let Cross into his office.

The zero-rated and the boogeyman discussed South America. The Langies are making moves in Trinidad with their fighter aircraft, and Defence Intelligence Group was looking over the combat* footage of the Wasps but for HUMINT operations in the rest of the continent, A and Cross would have to figure out something, and they did. "This comes down from the PM and the cabinet committee, young Flissy, but don't let her hear that nickname," said A. "Righto, sir," said Cross.

Cross was to assist local intelligence and the station chief, Cronos, in Santiago to take down any threat while the NAU Legation in Santiago would work up some structural reforms in an upcoming free trade deal that would placate the socialists and ultimately undermine them with better policies for the less well-off**. The station in Buenos Aires would continue to monitor the situation in La Plata, but the station chief there, Hercules, worried about potential moves by the military there. "Down with those right-wing fanatics who bleat about national honor and the globalists destroying their country, those militarists could undermine the democratic order anywhere, jeopardizing prosperity for all, ending our partnerships for economic growth and governmental reform," remarked A. "All the way down, sir," remarked Cross.

Cross and A had a toast to the demise of those militarists with whisky, no junk in their glasses. Cross left the office, and after A closed the door, Cross made another flirtation with Ms. Cash, but proceeded no further. "Duty calls, Ms. Cash, duty to King and Country. I might not see you at your wedding, give Mr. Castleton my regards," Cross said. He left the office space and went to his private office to get some things for his flight to sunny Santiago.

At least my mission is not going to be cold, thought Cross.

*I will post on that soon, this weekend, the combat between Langie and NAU planes, and the phantom dots created by Piikala.

[Piikala]

Imperial Piikalan Air and Space Launch center #748263, Piikalan Province of Maharalika
South Eastern Palau, Imperial State of Piikala
10th of February, 2021
08:00


The beautiful cloudless and windless clear blue skies sat above the island. Simultaneously, the sun rose over the horizon, painting its orange rays across the island's white sandy beaches. While the sea birds flew out to find food for the day, the villagers went about their day, most of them going to work at the Piikalan shipyard on the northern end island via the island's streetcars. Then suddenly, the sound of a computer voice boomed across the island's southern coast, saying in Piikalan, "T-minus ten minutes to launch! All systems green! Please clear the area!" As young children gathered at the lookout tower on the coast to see a large barge four kilometers of the coats off in the distance upon it what appeared to be a small white stick off on the horizon was really a Type five Rising Sun rocket, a large seven-story high reusable rocket commonly used by Piikala to launch satellites equipped with five large boosters it could carry anything from space telescopes to space station components with ease. After a long ten minutes, the sound of a computer voice booming across the island could be heard as the countdown progressed, "Umi... Qiu... Hachi... Nana... Roku... Elima... Shi... Ekolu... Alua... Ekahi... Sifr... Huo!!!" Suddenly the ground begins to shake as a large white rocket rapidly takes off, climbing above calm blue seas above the cloudless skies and up into space; along the way, its part slowly falls back down to earth, landing onto the launch barge, sending ripples across the sea. After reaching its orbit, the rocket opens its nose, launching its load of several small spy satellites, each no bigger than a loaf of bread. They rapidly orbit around the earth, transmitting their data back to Piikala with the satellites orbitals allowing the Piikalans access to the UBC and Caribbean coasts as the Piikalans watch to see what happens.


Piikalan Self Defense Force Coast Guard Station, Piikalan Province of Rapanui
South Hanga Roa, Imperial State of Piikala
13th of February 2021
10:00


Captain Third Class Tuma Gorogeno stood on the large Piikalan clipper bridge, a three hundred foot long man of war, the PSDFCGC(Piikalan Self Defense Force Coast Guard Cutter) Chakatako(a traditional Piikalan spicy octopus hot pot) next to her Captain First Class Tuan Ullo who stood at the controls of the ship as it carefully navigated out into the open sea-going through one of the multiple exits in the ports large sea wall. While being careful not to hit one of the numerous fishing vessels entering and leaving the port, the deck crew wave high to some fisherman fishing on the large rock pile as Captain Tuma orders the decrease in the ships powerful engines to prevent the fishermen from being doused by the wake from the ship's water jets. As the blue clear ocean crashed upon the rocks, the Piikalan flag is raised above the dark blue cutter, and the anthem of Piikala begins to play. Once the Chakatako existed Hanga Roa's sea wall his(Piikalans refer to their warships as male), Captain Tuma orders the deployment of the cutters forward sail as a loud bang can be heard from the front of the ship as one of the cutters forward six-inch guns shoots a Spinnakers sail up and off into the strong westerly winds causing the cutter to suddenly jump forward as the winds carry her out to sea. Her captain consulting the natural environment has the sail taken in, and the ship turned north to the ship's homeport in the Galapagos. She then walks over to a wicker chair on the bridge and takes a seat as she carefully watches the ocean to ensure the boat stays on course.

[Langenia]

7 February 2021
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, North American Union
Roderick Alleyn's apartment
6:40 pm


Detective Chief Inspector Roderick Alleyn, after a long day at the Sir John Hooper Memorial NAUPOL Central Office Building on Market Street, finally sat down on his couch turned on his televisor, holding a glass of water and placing a paracetamol on his tongue and took a drink. He yawned as he pondered a photograph above his idiot box--his daughter and his ex-wife with the photo folded in the corner to hide her face. Divorced for 4 years and a 35-year old bobby in the most prestigious police unit of the NAUPOL, the Special Branch. Alleyn got his master's degree in criminology at the University of Pennsylvania, and joined the force at age 26. Got married at 28, became a father at 30, and divorced at 32. He accused that his wife cheated on him but he could not fully prove it, and in the end it was joint custody over Mara, a 7-year old who is with her mother, Diane, for the last week and will be dropping her off at his flat at 7 pm for his week.

He was part of Division 2 of the General Special Branch, responsible for investigating domestic intelligence and counter-intelligence cases. Sometimes that meant surveilling a suspected domestic malcontent who was deemed by the Target Approval and Request Committee to have questionable loyalties to the Crown. Sometimes a TARC certificate came down on certain, recent travelers to the NAU who, by commercial air travel or by ship, entered Philadelphia and their business or pleasure in the NAU was rather too avoiding of the usual tourist traps.

But for his recent assignment that he got today, it has been with computers of several important companies. Particularly with several important defence contractors with the general government. Staverton, Imperial Electric America, the Australasian Aerocraft Corporation American branch (AAC America), New Hanover Systems, and even North American Motors. They all had their servers broken into by some malicious hacker or hacker group and loaded with malware. Ongoing projects and tests with NAF equipment. Internal communications, contracts with MOD and MOJ. A shitstorm at home. So far, Special Branch and the boffins at the Cyber Force at Joint Operations Strategic Command, who are assisting because of the impact on the military, have determined that social media accounts of some employees of these companies were utilized by the hacker or hackers through fake online games and sweepstakes, and when employees opened these things on their work computers, the hackers were in. Alleyn thought these employees would be sacked by tomorrow morning if not already, and lots of training time and new policies for using personal social media on work computers. But his investigative team, NAUPOL SB and JSOC Cyber Force, had no idea who was behind the attack.

He turned his attention to the televisor, where it beamed "THE URSULA AFFAIR" on the screen:

ANNOUNCER: "...and now we turn to the Caribbean for our next segment. Tensions are on the rise in the usually idyllic paradise provinces of the Union as Langenian coastal patrol ships stop, search, and detain foreign fishermen and small tour cruises along the Langenian northern coast. Two weeks ago a Dutch tourist boat that traveled around the ABC Islands that has been traveling rather closely to the Langenian coast was stopped by the Langenian Coast Guard and all aboard were detained on charges of espionage. And now it has been a week since reports coming from Langenian news sources in the capital of Aragon and the NAU Legation there that three North American citizens have been detained near Patos Island, which is just on the other side of the EEZ line and the Gulf of Paria. The shrimper vessel, the Ursula, had its captain, Carron Johnson of Trinidad, and the crewmembers Carlos Santiago of Trinidad and John Kearns of Florida, detained on charges of espionage.

The NAU condemned Langenia that day for interference with the peaceful and lawful actions of its citizens. Today, the External Affairs Minister made a public announcement:"

-Cut to a 50-year-old man speaking in front of a podium in front of a bunch of NAU and UC flags-

DEAN FAIRCHILD (NAU Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs): "...this was a violation of the rights of North American citizens, who were following the law and just doing their jobs as honest fishermen. Quite frankly, this is harassment, not only of us but other nations. His Britannic Majesty's North American Government intends to introduce a resolution at this upcoming general assembly at the Organisation of American States in Mexico City next to censure Langenia for flagrant disregard of the OAS Charter..."

-Cut back to the announcer with a map of Patos Island and the Gulf of Paria-

ANNOUNCER: "That was NAU External Affairs Minister, Leader of the Aboriginal Peoples' Party, and Majority Leader in the Grand Council, Dean Fairchild. His Majesty's North American Government is considering the application of sanctions on Langenian companies with financial ties to the NAU, and His Excellency the President-General has declared 10 Langenian diplomats persona non grata, who will be leaving their Philadelphia legation* tomorrow morning. Next week is the OAS General Assembly of delegates, to be held in Mexico City from Tuesday..."

Alleyn heard a knock at his door. He walked over to it and opened it. "Papa!" shouted Mara. "So good to see you again, dear. How's school?" Mara showed him some of her drawings from her pink bookbag. Diane and Roderick exchanged a few words about the visitation. "I'll see you next Sunday 7 pm, ok? Be a good girl," said the former Diane Alleyn, now Diane née Clarke. Daine said that Roderick's insufferable personality was the real reason she wanted the divorce. But in the end, it was joint custody. Diane said a short but friendly good-bye to Roderick and hugged Mara. She waved to both of them; she understood from the news lately why he was under a bit of stress, and wished him some happiness, and she quietly hoped they did fun things together, like go see Old Union Hall or go for riverside rides on the Delaware.

Happiness for both of them, happiness for all of them.

---
RNAAF Piarco
Province of Trinidad and Tobago, North American Union
8 Feburary 2021
1301 hours

The last of the V/STOL Herakles C.4 cargo planes landed at Piarco and dropped off more equipment to operate the locomotive anti-air vehicles. The Hydras, all but one lined up and at diagonals so they could get to the runway and take off quickly, were indeed old and the only air assets that RNAAF Piarco had. Goodson looked up at the sky as the one airborne Hydra practiced vertical mode about 100 yards down the runway. At least the RNAAF base at Santo Domingo went through, he heard that on the NABC Home Service wireless. Perhaps he'll try to convince Air Command to send some Wasps** down here, some of them are STOL as the RNAAF and RNAN FAA were modernizing the Wasps and Sea Wasps as FGR.3 and FGR.2, respectively.

He walked back to the radar station and air traffic control "tower" of RNAAF Piarco. He climbed the stairs of the three story building to the floor with lots of large windows where the air operations control officers and sergeants were sitting, checking on the helicopters that were doing patrols for any Langie patrol craft or aeroplanes that dared or managed to cross over the NAU-Langenian EEZ line to the Trinidadian side.

Goodson sat down at his desk, elevated somewhat above his controllers' desks. He started looking over paperwork, but just as he was looking over the table of contents of requisition forms for the Hydras, there was a buzzing of the alarms. He got up and walked over to the station of one of his non-coms, Sergeant Dorian Permes. "Sir, we have contacts: two high-speed aerocraft, definitely the Langies." Goodson sprang into action. "Ok, they're probably doing recon on our Hydras and defences..." He was interrupted by one of the calls of the Hydra Pilots, Flying Officer Daryl Samson. "Piarco Control, this is Trin 1, shall we pursue bandits?"

"Only if they attack, try to stay out of their way, we'll call in some Sea Wasps from the Kestrel and hopefully they'll go home when they see them," replied Goodson. The Kestrel as about 60 miles east of here, in the Atlantic.

He hoped everything would go back to normal, no more buzzing, no more threats of war.

About 4 minutes later, the Kestrel was reporting that two Sea Wasps were in the air and on their way, after hearing confirmation from RNAAF Piarco and their own AEW aircraft picked up something.

Central Command Headquarters, Bogota, Colombia, Langenia

The group of Langenian military officers huddled around the TV in the meeting room. They were on break, break from the duties of being responsible for Central Command, overseeing the defense of none other than the fatherland itself. They were viewing the channel of the Langenian Central News Agency (LCNA), the state-owned news agency. They watched as the words "Ursula Affair," in Langenian, came onto the screen.

ANNOUNCER: "And now we to the Caribbean for our next part. Tensions between the rogue state of the North American Commonwealth and our glorious Catholic Republic have been on the rise ever since they have begun illegal espionage on the installations of our esteemed armed forces in the region. A week ago three North American spies posing as fishermen were arrested by the Coast Guard and Navy for attempting to spy on Patos Island base, using a fishing vessel. A few firearms were recovered, demonstrating their intent to fire on Langenian military personnel if necessary. Despite the claims that the weapons for self-defense from pirates our honorable government rebuts these claims due to the fact that the joint operations of the Langenian National Navy and Langenian Coast Guard have succeeded in eradicating piracy in the southern Caribbean region in routine anti-piracy operations. The three spies are currently imprisoned somewhere in northern Venezuela and due to be tried in a Caracas court soon.

In response to the North American Commonwealth expelling Langenian diplomats from our legation in Philadelphia the government has ordered the expulsion of the same number of North American diplomats from the North American legation in Aragon. The Foreign Affairs Ministers:"

-A Mestizo Hispanic man in his 50s-60s speaking in front a podium with the national seal behind him and the Langenian flag appears-

Foreign Minister Julio Sanchez: "We have received word that the North American Commonwealth will not cease its provocative actions and intends to introduce a resolution censuring Langenia for what are justified responses, at the general assembly of the Organization of American States. Our honorable government intends to introduce a counter-resolution criticizing the NAU for multiple injuries upon a fellow OAS member. Furthermore, Langenia has imposed sanctions on top North American intelligence officials, freezing any assets they may have on our territory and declaring them persona non grata."

-Back to the announcer-

ANNOUNCER: "Finally, Central Command of the Armed Forces of the Catholic Republic of Langenia has announced that the armed forces will hold live-fire military exercises near the Panama Canal and Caribbean zones to counter the illegal buildup of North American military forces there."

With that, the military officers turned off the TV. "Well, that's what we're planning," said one. Another nodded. "Right. Back to preparing for that exercise." The rest of the group murmured assent and they all the left the room, back to work.

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The Skies Over the Caribbean, Near Trinidad and Tobago

As the North American warplanes moved to intercept the "bandits" noticed on radar, they would find two C-34* strike fighters armed with live munitions. Meanwhile, the North Americans may or may not detect two more objects moving at high speeds, on course to what seemed to intercept the NAU Sea Wasps. These were C-58N multirole fighters, the navalized variant of the C-58** fighter. These planes were also armed with live munitions. The C-34s had called in for help via an AWACS after the same AWACS had reported to bandits moving in to intercept them. The Sea Wasps would receive a message on their radios from the C-58s as the Langenian fighters attempted to get a lock. "Attention unidentified aircraft. You are interfering with a live-fire military exercise. Such an interference could result in a possibly fatal accident. Please leave us be."

*The C-34 is the two-seat strike fighter variant of the C-19, a Langenian fighter comparable to the Atlas Carver.
**The C-58 is a Langenian fighter comparable to the KF-X being developed by South Korea.

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Piikalan Imperial Palace
Imperial Capital(Name of the Piikalan Capital City), Piikalan island of Yuki Hana
February 6, 2021
08:00

The sound of a kong shell could be heard reverberating across the city from the Imperial Palace that stood at the top of a large human-made hill as the busy city came to a stop and faced the palace to the east. While the emperor kneeled to the east to the sun goddess while the townsfolk bowed with their right hand on their hearts(Piikalan sign of respect). Suddenly, the Piikalan anthem's sound could be heard reverberating across the city as the citizens watched as a large fifteen by thirty-meter flag rose from the palace's top. They started to sing the anthem with an undying patriotic fervor they sang:

Meant to be sung to the tune of Kimigayo
English translation:

May our divine land
Continue for a thousand generations,
Until the open ocean
Grows into an island
lush with life

May our divine land
Continue for a thousand centuries
Until the rising sun
Grows old into the night sky
May the empire reign

Piikala Pinyin:

Yoroeí watakou kami Āina
Ho susu Tame ni hé shen seauna
Mahiki ko Aita kameh
surulu lokoni hé shimaina
yutakana te olakatsu

Yoroeí watakou kami Āina
Ho susu Tame ni hé when seauna
mahiki ko Píikala
surulu furui Yoru po sorani
Yoroeí kami Āina píi

After the anthem finished across the town, another kong shell could be heard blowing, ringing through the capital as the sound of the Kingdom of Hawaii's anthem could be heard reverberating through the town. While the people stood and bowed for their fallen ally, the Piikalan emperor stood up and started to sing the anthem of his great-grandmother's land; he sang with a loud voice full of passion singing for his ancestor's nation under British occupation:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mAPt_jT8N0
Hawai'i ponoʻī
Nānā I kou mōʻī,
Ka lani aliʻi,
Ke aliʻi.

Hawaiʻi ponoʻī,
Nānā i nā Aliʻi,
Nā pua muli kou,[3]
Nā pōkiʻi.

Hawaiʻi ponoʻī,
E ka lāhui ē,
ʻO kāu hana nui
E ui ē.

Hui:
Makua lani ē,
Kamehameha ē,
Na kāua e pale,
Me ka ihe.

While the emperor sang, another large flag of the Kingdom of Hawaii was raised upon the palace's flag pole underneath the Piikalan flag. As tears streamed down his face as he longs for the liberation of his ancestors' nation and to meet the nation's people while he cries, an attendant comes to him and hands him a handkerchief that he uses to dry his tears on his face and the floor. Lifting himself off the floor, he looks upon the wall to a portrait of his great-great-grandmother Queen Liliuokalani. He says under his breath, "Ooh kupuna wahine nui e hoʻokuʻu wau i ko mākou lāhui mai nā haole ʻino a no ko mākou lāhui a hui pū i ko mākou mau lāhui ma lalo o ka hae o kahi Polynesia hui pū ʻia.(Oooh, grandmother, I shall unite our nations under a single flag and liberate Hawaii from the evil occupiers.)" After saying this, the emperor walks off to the palace basement, where he boards a small electric train that takes him down the mountain to a large bunker, the Piikalan War Pagoda, the nerve center of the Piikalan armed forces.


The War Pagoda
Imperial Capital(Name of the Piikalan Capital City), Piikalan island of Yuki Hana
February 6, 2021
09:00


The sound of chanting could be heard through the War Pagoda halls as two large men dressed in Loincloth holding several large Kahili decorated with red and yellow feathers marched through the halls. This followed by an older woman chanting a Piikalan chant who is wearing a Kappa cloth Toga chanted in Piikalan:

Make way
Make way
For the son of the goddess of the sun and god war if before thee
(The chant continues telling the Piikalan royal family's family tree starting from the first chief of a small village in Japan and the original chiefs of Hawaii till the emperor.)

After the older woman walked the emperor wearing a black silk kimono with a red Ahu Ula and yellow Mahiole with a large Katana and large Koa Lei-o-mano at his side with Piikalan Imperial guard troops dressed from head to toe in a black set of clothes that covered their body and face hiding their large amount of weapons they held underneath. This was followed by another group of men in Kappa loincloths who carried another set of red and yellow Kahili.

The large procession passed through the War Pagoda halls as the men and women who passed bowed to the passing procession. They after a five-minute journey, they arrive at the conference hall and walk inside. Where stand in front of them a large map on an LCD touch screen that shows the whole western pacific in detail, upon entering the room, the emperor takes a set at the front of the room as the Shoguns(Piikalan equivalent of a five-star general) of the Navy and Cyber force enter the rooms and present their plans.

The Shogun of the Cyber Force presenting his plans, which start with the Cyber force using their back doors into the UBC North American assets to rapidly disable the civilian power grids in North America by overloading the power stations and halting all utility systems in the major cities of New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas Fortworth, Houston, Toronto, Philadelphia, Miami, Atlanta, Boston, San Francisco, Phoenix, Inland Empire, Detroit, Montreal, Seattle, Santo Domingo, Minneapolis, San Diego, Denver, Saint Louis, Baltimore, Vancouver, Portland, Orlando, San Antonio, Pittsburg, Sacramento, San Juan, Cincinnati, Las Vegas, Kansas City, Cleveland, Columbus, Austin, Anchorage, Deadhorse, Indianapolis, and San Jose. While this happens, Piikalan hackers will launch a virus that will go into the UBCs air defense computers and start to make it look like their air space is being rushed on by Russian Bear bombers coming in from their northern and northeastern coasts. While tricking their computer into believing inbound super sonic coming, bombers are heading towards the Trinidad and Tobago coast and Panama, along with bombers heading towards Hawaii from Russia. With our hackers constantly repeating these attack scenarios on all UBC radar systems every day until December.
Piikalan hackers in the chaos will be copying all the UBC's server data and then destroying the servers through a series of computer viruses that will also take down any communication cables, cell phone towers, and satellites by eliminating the servers that run these systems. After this, we will be destroying base generators by having their computers flood their engines. With all of our attacks happening through a series of VPNs that will trace from Piikala to Kazakhstan, then to Langenia, then to Mexico, then to Romextily, then to Russia, From Russia to Fuso, with the final transmission point being Karachi Pakistan. With the viruses that our hackers will be using, we have taken from Langneian hackers who tried to hack a Piikalan bank and modified it to suit our purpose. This we believe will prevent any feedback to us for the incident while we observe the response times of the UBC government and military to these responses.

After the Cyber Force Shogun presentation was finished, the Imperial Navy's Shogun stood up and began his production. This starts with a full-scale live-fire Piikalan naval training exercise that will happen in the south pacific. Piikalan marines and naval reserve forces will be training to do beach landings and shore-based invasions of island archipelagos. While doing this training exercise, our ballistic missile subs will test our ICBM system by launching a nonnuclear missile ICBM at point Nemo. During this training exercise, our carrier sub fleets will be deployed from their hidden sub-basses in Ha long Bay, Santa Cruz, Palawan, Yilan county, Koh Samui, Ch'ang-dong, Torom, Ust-Kamchatka, and Nanduri, where they will sail to a location hundred clicks south of Jarvis Island. Over there, they will be meeting up with Piikalan supply ships in the middle of the night to load up on supplies for the rest of their mission. After this, the fleets will be leaving from Jarvis island to their points around the western coast of the UBC. It will be on November 6 that the Piikalan air force will be sending a weather monitoring plane from the Galapagos to Piikalan bases in Eastern Russia, passing the western coast of North America, while Piikalan weather aircraft will be taking off from our basses on easter island to basses on the Piikalan mainland passing by Hawaii.
After this, the Piikalan Air and Space force will be launching rockets from our bases in Indonesia, sending a crewed mission to the moon in hopes of distracting the UBCs news organizations. Once this is done, Piikalan carrier subs will be surfacing off the western coast of the UBC and attacking their bases along the west coast and destroying their naval assets on the UBCs coast. Upon completing this, Piikalan subs will go to the Hawaiian archipelago to carpet bomb any UBC military assets in the region. After a week of carpet bombing, our reserve fleet on a 'training exercise' will invade the Hawaiian archipelago with our troops arriving on Kawaholoawe and Niihau's coasts, taking these relatively uninhabited islands as FOB's. Once we have secured these islands, we will progress to Kauai and Lanai's islands, taking over these islands and securing them. We will move on the islands of Molokai and Maui, splitting the archipelago. We will then be landing most of the fleet onto the shores of Waimanalo and the north shore. From there, we will quickly secure the beachheads and march around the Waimanalo mountain range to push into western Honolulu, taking over Waikiki. At the same time, our forces cut off the Kailua area trapping the Kaneohe marine corp base and starving them. While our troops push to secure central Oahu and direct the enemy into Waianae and towards Oahu, then push the troops to the end of Kaena point and eliminate them. Once we have done this, we will drive the forces into Honolulu, then up the Nuuanu valley into the Pali pass, where they will be trapped on the pass and forced off the pass or surrender. Once this is done, we will secure Kailua and settle into the island. After this, Piikalan forces will then be focused on the invasion of the island of Hawaii, landing in Kailua and going west to Hilo. We believe that this will be successful as the UBC will be distracted by their defensive actions in the Caribbean and Mexico.

Upon hearing this plan, the emperor thinks it good and orders the supplies necessary for this operation to be discreetly prepared in secret. At the same time, Piikalan diplomats are to be sent to Langenia to push for diplomatic relationships and create an embassy. Along with the creation of a free trade alliance with the Langenians to ensure their plan succeeds.


Piikalan Ministry of Foreign Relations Head office
Imperial Capital, Piikalan island of Yuki Hana
February 7, 2021
10:00


The doors of the large stone and wood building slide open as diplomat Takeno Tuaji steps out of the building and onto the crowded sidewalk in front of the ministries building. He then walks down the busy street, passing his fellow Piikalans dressed in colorful Kimonos going about their day while passing old buildings that looked as if they were pulled out of the seventeenth century. Tucked under Tuajis's arm, a hale weaved bag inside it all the things Tuaji will need for his mission, plus a first-class plane ticket for the Langenian capitol on Imperial Airways(Piikalan national carrier). Tuaji quickly walks to the nearest subway station and takes the escalator down into the sleek modern subway station, and boards a train that he takes to his apartment on the capital's outskirts. After a one-hour train ride, Tuaji arrives at his stop and gets off the train where an attendant waves people through the station's automated pay system for free because the train was five seconds late at its destination as another worker's hands out apology notes to the workers to give to their employers to apologize for their delay. Tuaji takes the escalator out of the station and onto the sidewalk and walks to his apartment on the second floor of the old apartment building, and goes inside gathering his clothes and other things for his trip into a large roller suitcase while placing the bag the ministry gave him and his work computer and other devices into a locked carryon bag painted in bright orange with black words painted onto it in English, Spanish, French, German, Russian, and Piikalan "DIPLOMATIC POUCH OF THE IMPERIAL STATE OF PIIKALA." Tuaji then double-checks his bags and person ensuring that he has everything, and walks out of his apartment, locking the door he heads to the subway again that takes him directly to the bullet train station where he boards a bullet train to the city of Edo, a two-hour ride from the Piikalan capitol where the nearest civilian airport is(this is because the Piikalan people feel and the airport would ruin the beauty of the Piikalan capital and the fact that it's a strictly enforced no-fly zone) where he can catch his flight.


Aragon airport
Aragon, Langenia
February 8, 2021
05:00


After a very long flight steps off the plane and onto the jet bridge walking into the airport; he ensures his Diplomatic Pouch's safe handling and heads to immigration at the Langenian airport. While on his way, he stops and takes a caffeine pill and a glug of water to wake him up after the long flight took him from Edo to Aragon.


Piikalan Cyber Warfare base
Piikalan Province of Micronesia, on the island of Yap
February 13, 2021
19:00(that would be 01:00 east coast time in the east coast of north america)


Computer man third class Ruji Moalis starts his day preparing for the extended mission ahead; he gets out of bed and walks out of his house. Walking through the dark streets with the moonlight's aid, he waves high to some of his neighbors who sail onto the beach after a long night of fishing. While he walks through, he listens to the waves' gentle sounds as they crash onto the shore and the occasional screech of a rooster until he arrives at the base entrance. Opening the door, he climbs down the ladder showing his ID to the guard he's let through and takes a shower, and changes. Then he gets a bowl of rice porridge and mackerel, eats his meal, and then gets up to walk to his office. Where he logs onto his computer checking his emails then gets started with work. He starts up his VPNs that he set up the day before and logs onto the UBCs military servers via his back door, then makes his way through the UBS firewalls using a fake account he created in their system the day before and plugs his computers into the bases memory drive and uploads his computer virus onto the UBCs server that gets to work creating a fake air attack on the UBCs radars while his colleagues spread throughout Piikala start their programs causing a massive data to be downloaded from UBC government servers. At the same time, Piikalan hackers using the UBCs internal email network have the following email sent out to all the people on their email system saying:

¡Hola Gringos!

Do we hope you don't mind if we borrow your data? !Muchos, Gracias!

-Best Wishes to the AR men

While the email is sent, Piikalan hackers deploy the malware into the UBC's defense networks, causing the transfer of massive amounts of personal records and classified information from their servers that they spill onto Wikileaks while shutting down UBC telephone lines and internet using a computer virus that freezes the UBCs computer for five minutes giving the Piikalans time to download the data at the same time, Piikalan hackers attack the UBCs utilities on Trinidad and Tobago, causing the island's bases lamp posts lights to start flickering as part of a test of their newest code. Simultaneously, their radars show an attack coming from the south of a wing of supper sonic aircraft. After this, the Piikalan hackers upload another virus that destroys all traces of their back doors and data uploads causing the disappearance of any data that would have suggested their servers had been hacked or penetrated by any foreign power. The data they had uploaded being published on Wikileaks under an account called Uncle Sam could be traced back if one were to hack the site to a UBC citizen who doesn't exist and an IP address that can be traced back to a non-existent computer and building in Phillidelphia.

Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport

As the Piikalan diplomat made his way through the airport he would find people waiting on him. At the baggage claim right after the spot where the travelers passed through immigration was a group of men. One of them in particular bore a poster with the name of the Piikalan diplomat on it. This group of men was a delegation from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, with orders to pick him up and take him to the building of that Ministry in Aragon. There, he would be provided with a place to rest and fed with a meal, but after that, meet with Langenian diplomats.

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Ministry of State Security building, Aragon, Langenia

The intelligence officers, all members of the Secret Intelligence Bureau (SIB), the foreign intelligence arm of the Ministry of State Security, looked over the message that the Ministry had received from Chilean political parties via the Langenian embassy. It requested Langenian aid for a coup. The officers had already informed their superiors, and had been authorized to mount an operation orchestrating another coup, in addition to the one in La Plata. They were working on a response to the Chilean pro-coup faction in the government and military.

From: Secret Intelligence Bureau of Langenia
To: Chilean pro-coup faction in government and military
Encryption: Highest

Greetings,

we have received your message requesting for aid against the Chilean puppet government of the North American imperialists. We are willing to provide the aforementioned support. All you have to do is tell us where you need our services.

All Hail the Alliance Between the Chilean and Langenian Peoples!

[Piikala]

Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport

As the Piikalan diplomat made his way through the airport, he would find people waiting on him. At the baggage claim right after the spot where the travelers passed through immigration was a group of men. In particular, one of them bore a poster with the name of the Piikalan diplomat on it. This group of men was a delegation from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, with orders to pick him up and take him to the building of that Ministry in Aragon. There, he would be provided with a place to rest and fed with a meal, but after that, meet with Langenian diplomats.

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Aragon airport
Aragon, Langenia
February 8, 2021
05:00
Takeno Tuaji walks to immigration the sound of his Geta making a clicking noise on the floor with each step. While he carefully tows his bags behind him, he reaches into the pocket on his dark black kimono and pulls out his diplomatic passport, a small orange book with a gold stamp of the imperial crest(the symbol on the Piikalan flag) stamped onto the center hands it over to the immigration official and passes through. After walking through immigration, he goes to the restroom, where he pulls out his ceremonial Katana and Lei-o-mano. He ties onto his Hakama belt the ornately decorated Katana that has in silver inlaid his name and military accomplishments from his national service tour in eastern China where he fought in the battle of Jiuquan against the Republic of China rebels and single-handedly destroyed a platoon of Chinese troops with his Katana along with his Lei-o-mano a large piece of Koa wood with shark teeth etched into each tooth the name of a Piikalan Shinto god. After securing his ceremonial weapons, he takes out his government-issued phone calls to his bosses in Piikala to notify them of his arrival. The thin, wiry Tuaji walks through leaves the restroom with his weapons at his side that look almost comically large on him; he heads to get his bag puts everything on a pushcart. He then walks out of the airport, where he sees the men walk over to them and bows and says in a Madrid accented Spanish, "Buenos Dias gentlemen. I am Tuaji Takeno, and thank you for picking me up. Here let me give you a little gift." Tuaji reaches into his kimono and pulls out several cigars that he hands to the men, then offers to light it for them

[The Union of British North America]

OOC: Watch out, I'm American but I am going to try more British spelling for IC authenticity.

General Treasurer's House aka Cadogan House, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, NAU
8 February 2021
1322 hours

The Prime Minister of the North American Union, Dame Felicity Graves, was not a happy woman at the moment, and she was walking quickly with her chief of staff David Yellen to the place where bad guys were made no more: the General Department of Defence's Cadogan House Communications Office. The MOD Communications Office, which not only let the first minister of the leading nation of the United British Commonwealth of Nations communicate with the NAU Ministry of Defence or any North American Forces military unit deployed, it also let the Chief of the Defence Staff and the other Service Chiefs, who all comprised the Defence Staff Committee, to sit with that first minister on executing military operations in real time. She also called the Cabinet Committee on Security and Intelligence to give her the political view while the DSC will give the military view.

Cadogan House's MOD Communications Room was abuzz with activity, with naval, air, and army officers handling phone calls, posting positions of enemy vessels and aircraft on physical and digital displays, and consulting with military intelligence clearing houses. The Prime Minister entered with her close political staff, the ones who were her fixers at New Grand Council House, the General Departments, and inter-provincial and general-provincial relations. All-Union Minister of Defence, Henri Larue, entered with External Affairs Minister Dean Fairchild. "Prime Minister," they said, with Larue just ahead of Fairchild; Larue's Montreal accent notifying of his Quebecois heritage. The government of the day was of the Whig Party and the Aboriginal Peoples' Party in a party alliance together, giving them a majority by two seats. The Whigs were the centre to centre-left party and ardent North American nationalists, though not to the point of wanting to get rid of the monarchy (there was a tiny minority in favor of such a thing, but Flissy Graves was a constitutional monarchist). The Aboriginal Peoples' Party is a centrist party though committed to decentralisation, conservation, and of course indigenous rights and self-governance; Dean Fairchild was Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs and Deputy Prime Minister and Leader of the APP. The opposition was the alliance of the mainland Tories, the Belize Development Movement, and the Confederation of Caribbean Conservative Parties; the latter two are regional parties but all of these entities of the conservative party alliance had roughly similar views on social issues but varied somewhat significantly on the economic direction of the party and country; some were influenced by Catholic social teaching and the Social Gospel (such as the BDM and the Red Tories of the mainland) and thus voted in favor of one-nation Toryism's robust welfare programmes while some where ardent Frenchian* free market proponents and fiscal conservatives (such as the Carib political confederation and the Blue Tories of the mainland).

The three of the several top members of His Britannic Majesty's North American Government were looking at the physical displays set up by the military aides of the Comms Office as well as the televisors and computer displays of what was going on in the Caribbean region. While the NAU is a free and equal member of the community of nations in personal union with Great Britain that is the United British Commonwealth of Nations, many viewed the NAU as British lapdogs in America, the global constable of Anglo-Saxon hegemony, merely a sub-empire of the worldwide British Empire even though the United Commonwealth moved away from formal imperialism and embraced gradual decolonization and fostering of intergovernmental partnerships and shared unity with the Crown by either personal union or by external association with the former colonies and protectorates.

But the rest of the world knew that the NAU was the leading nation, the successor and new torchbearer of the United Commonwealth, no matter what the NAU is called. "What are we looking at, Air Chief Marshal Turgidson?" The Chief of the Defence Staff Air Chief Marshal George "Buck" Turgidson stood next the Prime Minister. "Prime Minister, we are detecting two fighters, whose speed and altitude profiles indicate C-34s and C-58 fighters of the Langenian air force. Our RNAAF base at Piarco on Trinidad detected on radar two bogies that were later registered as the Langie bandits and the HMNAS Kestrel launched a detail of two Sea Wasp FGR.3 fighters. These are our stealth fighters as well as our fastest naval fighters of the RNAN Fleet Air Arm, and the Kestrel's captain, Nick Andersen, reports that they came in about 15 minutes ago and protocol was to launch as Piarco has no fighters of its own, as well as being close to the Langies it was deemed appropriate to limit offensive capabilities at the RNAAF base so they would not try buzzing our radar facility there,"

"But it seems they take it as a weakness in our Caribbean air defences. At least the Kestrel is part of the Caribbean maritime forces, and we have new RNAAF base in Santo Domingo. And I was told by the Chief of the Air Staff that Hydras and locomotive anti-air artillery** were deployed to make the Langies not try it again, but that has also failed..." The Prime Minister was interrupted when an aide handed a transcript to Turgidson. "Ma'am, the Langie pilots radioed our pilots, saying this is an exercise and we're intruding," stated the Air Chief Marshal.

"Ha, typical, the Langies will stress their sovereignty at our expense, when we have done nothing wrong. We need to show that we won't back down, Prime Minister, just look at what they are doing to those shrimp fisherman right now. They took them hostage essentially, and will run them through a kangaroo court, and if they have any sense to just imprison them and not kill them--this was from a NABC report on the Langie state television news network. This is the thin end of the wedge, Prime Minister. Next they'll start making the UC Canal Zone at Panama begging for more anti-air units and anti-tank weapons, even have regular air patrols, and now they are making ridiculous responses at the OAS for our defenses of our own sovereignty," remarked Larue, waving a paper printout of a NABC news article update on the Ursula Affair. "They are having exercises, as our satellite photographs indicate, but even military movements for practice makes one's neighbors bite their nails. In addition to the Langies, Prime Minster, the Piikalans launched a space rocket--Norad is getting in a huff," remarked the Air Chief Marshal. "Tell the Langie planes to stand down and that they are intruding in NAU airspace, and have the Kestrel launch more fighters to indicate we are serious," ordered the most powerful first minister of the United Commonwealth.

"Yes, Prime Minister," said ACM Turgidson.

As this was carried out, the other members of the DCS and the General Cabinet Committee on Security Intelligence arrived at Cadogan House, and the Prime Minister left the Comms Room to head to the Square Room, the cabinet conference room. It held a round oak conference table and had 21 chairs around it for the Ministers of the Crown and about 12 for the junior ministerial positions of Secretaries of State and any invited guests to Cabinet. The General CCSI and the DSC all sat at the conference table, made out of oak of the ship of that carried the first imperial expeditions to the North Pole and the South Pole, the HMS Fortitude.*** The Secretary of State for Ibero-American and Pan-American Relations was also summoned, to give his opinion on what should be our argument at the upcoming OAS Summit in Mexico City.

The CCSI and DCS deliberated on a coordinated diplomatic and military strategy for the next twenty minutes when it was interrupted by the developing situation in the Caribbean.

---
Skies over the Caribbean Sea, Near Trinidad and Tobago
1330 hours

Lieutenant Jacobs of his Sea Wasp FGR.3, callsign Talon Leader of the Talon Section of the 528 Naval Air Squadron of the Royal North American Navy Fleet Air Arm Kestrel FAA Complement, with his wingman Lieutenant Hawke, Talon 1 and having the same kind of aerocraft, banked right as they were free of the catapult launch sequence of the HMNAS Kestrel. The lead ship of its namesake class of multipurpose aerocraft carriers to support the supercarrier of the Atlantic-Arctic fleet and Caribbean home squadron, the HMNAS Benjamin Franklin.

The two Sea Wasps accelerated towards to where the two Langie bandits were predicted to be, just two miles off the coast of Trinidad and 24,000 feet in the air. AEW aerocraft Sankey 1, an Imperial Electric Darter AEW.7, helped provide airborne warning and assistance to Talon Section's active aeroplanes engaging the Langie bandits.

Talon's active detail was hailed by the Langie fighters: "Attention unidentified aircraft. You are interfering with a live-fire military exercise. Such an interference could result in a possibly fatal accident. Please leave us be."

Talon Leader replied: "Attention Langenian aerocraft, this is the Royal North American Navy. You are intruding into North American Union airspace. Exit NAU airspace and return to your own airspace. I say again, this is the Royal North American Navy. You are intruding into North American Union airspace. Exit NAU airspace and return to your own airspace. This is too close to NAU territory and airspace for such exercises." Talon 1's Weapon Systems Officer, Sub-Lieutenant Walker, was doing a quick check of missile systems in case the chips were going to be down a minute or so. She imagined her counterpart on Talon 2, Sub-Lieutenant Guzman would be doing the same thing.

Talon 1 was informed by the Kestrel that the rest of Talon Section and the whole Vulture Section were launching to assist, help put a period on Talon Leader's statement. 5 minutes for the rest of Talon, 10 for Vulture.

Talon detail waited for a response from the Langenian aircraft.

Meanwhile, one of the Kestrel's supporting vessels, the Liberty-class guided missile anti-air and anti-missile destroyer HMNAS Virtue was monitoring the situation, about 20 miles northwest away from Talon and 10 miles north from the Kestrel. The captain of the Virtue was contacting the Kestrel to request permission to ready VLS cells of anti-air missiles, just in case.

Andersen hoped he wouldn't have to give such an order. "Let's wait for what the Langies have to say."



*Frenchian economics is the free market ideological reaction to Morrisian economics, which is like Keynesian economics; they both came about during the Great Slump era of 1925 to mid-1930s.
**Locomotive artillery vehicle types are not like trains, it just refers to their ability to move, like being 'self-propelled'; alternate history term, and expect some more.
***Dramatic, self-serving creative license for my country and alternate history.

[Piikala]

Piikalan Air and Space Headquarters, Piikalan War Pagoda, Imperial Capital, Yuki Hana, ISP(the Imperial States of Piikala)
9 February 2021
03:22(Standard Piikalan time GMT+9)


The spacemen first-class Tan Chu carefully monitored the satellites' vitals as they orbit the satellites rapidly orbit the earth at an altitude of 500 KM in a polar orbit, sending back information VIA Piikalan military satellites in geosynchronous orbit constantly transmitting data along with information for the Piikalan GPS systems. Tan carefully monitors the Piikalan data he receives from the satellites, with specific attention being paid to the North American region where pictures from the satellites are analyzed by Piikalan computers showing the movement of UBC fighter aircraft in the Caribbean, piquing the interest of Tan's bosses, who start to be given updates every fifteen minutes of the UBC movements in the region.


Rising Sun-Times International Affairs office, Rising Su Times head office, New Edo, Yuki Hana, ISP(the Imperial States of Piikala)
9 February 2021
05:00(Standard Piikalan time GMT+9)


The old seventy-year-old Nakamura Toji, head editor of the Rising Sun Time's international section, was hard at work reviewing the last letters to the editor written for the Rising Sun-Times by several international affairs professors about an editorial on the growing political tensions in La Plata. He slowly looks through the letters, ensuring that none of his subordinates didn't accidentally forget to censor any swear words or mistranslate the Rising Suns English publications' letters. Suddenly, he gets an email on his computer that pops up in one of his browser tabs which he ignores for the time being until he powers through the work and approves it for publishing. Finally finished with his work, he opens his email from one of his interns labeled in Piikalan: BREAKING NEWS FROM THE BRITS! clicking on the email, he opens it reading:

To: NakamuraToji@Rissingsun.PK
From: Intern1228@Rissingsun.PK
Subject: BREAKING NEWS FROM THE BRITS

Dear Mr. Nakamura,

I have found something interesting you might want to see. I found some online gaming forums a link to an article you might like to see from Wikileaks. It's detailing some of the North American white monkeys(Piikalan word for a caucasian person literally translated) that includes several dozen UBC government documents that might be of interest to our paper. I have posted the link at the bottom of the email.

With respect,
Naho Katashi

Toji, upon reading this email, is intrigued and so emails his staff in the UBC to investigate while sending the article links to some fellow journalists he knows who works for several North American and Langenian based news organizations to toss them a bone. Then he closes his computer and goes home for the morning as some of his subordinates come into work for the evening papers and afternoon papers.

[Bengal and Assam]

Villa de Recoleta, Parera, Buenos Aires, Union of La Plata
9th February 2021
19:06 GMT-3

"… surely you all agree that the Malvinas Question needs to be resolved once and for all. This time, with a rising Langenia in the North, we wouldn’t have to keep our mouth shut in the face of those bloody Anglo prods.” Said Augustino Peron, General de Division Oriental de Tropas Terrestres de Union de La Plata.

All other divisional commanders and officers from different branches of the military present in the room nodded in agreement. But everyone knew who would stand out

“This is unfeasible” Jose Miguel Aragonés, Division General of the Southern Army as he banged the table.

That old fart ticked off Augustino every time his mouth opened. 70+ in age, yet he couldn’t become a full 4-star General. Surely, he pissed off a lot of people at Army Command, and the civilian government which he had nothing but disdain for. ‘Asking this guy to come over was a fucking mistake’ thought Peron.

“And why do you think that is the case, Comrade* Aragones”?

“You gentlemen are trying to get this country, which has kept to itself for the last 100 years into an international conflict. The North Americans and the Brits call all the shots, and you want us to go to war with them for 2 pieces of frozen rock on the Atlantic. You are all mad, all of you.”

“Those rocks in question, sir, have billions of pounds worth of oil underneath them. And if you are uninformed, let me remind you. You’ve all seen the news today. There is a wind of change in this New World. The Anglo-American order is a shadow of its former self, and very soon, Langenia will replace the NAU as the main power in the South and the Caribbean. We must go along with the tide, or we will be swept aside.”

“HOW MUCH HAVE THE LANGIES PAID YOU YOU BUFFOON! Our economy will be gone overnight once trade with the Yanks is gone. I WILL REPORT YOU. ALL OF YOU!!! FUCKING TRAITORS YOU ALL aah..”

*bang*

As Peron lowered the pistol, he said to his horrified audience, a chunk of which spilled their glasses of wine in shock when the pistol went off, “I am sad to say that General Aragones has no place in the revolution to come. Yes, I have been bribed by the Langenians”. The room *gasped* to what he just said. “Let me continue, but not in gold, or money in a bag. I have been promised 50 billion pounds to La Plata as economic aid from Langenia. As well as Langenian assistance in the creation of a La Platan nuclear detterent. This promise is enough of a bribe to me to overthrow that North American chorizo# sucker in Belgrano, and the government she represents. Now, my comrades in arms, promise me that whatever we discussed shall not leave this room, atleast not until the Revolution arrives, and we have a place in the books of history.”

The room nodded in agreement. They had to, since Peron was the only guy holding all the guns in his own home.

---

OOC
* Comrade is used in Spanish between military troops and officers in Latin American and Iberian countries for no reason. Nothing communistic
# meaning: sausage. I won't go into the details

[The Union of British North America]

OOC: going to try to incorporate some more British terms and spelling, but of course the NAU has its own terms and my alternate world's own terminology for things, but I will of course explain what they are in the footnotes.

North American Legation building
Office of the Head of the Legation
Buenos Aires, La Plata
9 February 2021
12:13 GMT-3

Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary Sir Roberto "Bobby" Guzman read the security report from last night once again. At around 2 am today, two petrol bottle-bombs were thrown from the Platean side and landed on the NAU side; one struck the ground but got the rose wall-garden enveloped in flames, while the other one hit a garden shed and it burned significantly for a few minutes until some Legation guards and groundskeepers ran to the inferno with fire extinguishers and some with buckets of water. A patrolling Legation guard was just checking out the shed five seconds before, and heard car doors slam and tyres screech away just as the fires started. Sir Roberto looked over the photographs again, and the security film. Couldn't catch the hooligans' faces--footage was too grainy and he could vaguely make out balaclavas, but they did get a partially good view of the licence plate. "I'm sorry, Sir Roberto, but it looks like it will be awhile to find these delincuentes. They could have destroyed or abandoned the car, changed licence plates, anything," replied the Buenos Aires senior policeman of the investigative team requested by the NAU Legation.

"It seems that nationalist sentiment is at an all time high, so this can be expected and we'll take more security precautions" remarked Sir Roberto. "It will be miracle, but thank you for doing this investigation, Chief Inspector." "Good day, Minister," replied the Chief Inspector.

As the police left, two well dressed legation aides entered Guzman's office. Aides, being a loose term, for what they are doing--aiding NAU and UC security. Guzman knew from their timing and certain body language, verbal phrases and metaphors, that they were MI3 agents--His Majesty's North American Secret Service. "Minister," said both--the blonde man, Roberts, and the man with the jet black hair, Carson; the former was first in addressing his alleged superior. "Gentlemen, what can I do for you today?" One of the men closed and locked the door, the other removed a small device from his coat pocket and turned it on--a jamming device for any devices placed by eavesdroppers.

"Minister, word from Wilmington came down about an hour ago. GCSE is hearing whispers and rumours about disgruntled military officers, in addition to civilian nationalist protestors," began Roberts. Guzman remembered he was the recently made station chief for La Plata, something made overnight. "Well, judging by what happened while you two were in transit from Rio de Janeiro," began Guzman, handing the security report to Carson and the pictures to Roberts, "Wilmington is slow but right. I contacted the other UC Nations and Externally Associated States' Legations here in Buenos Aires about similar attacks before the police came. The British Legation, understandably, have been attacked in a similar way but no property damage aside from scorched concrete exterior finishes. Others have been left alone. Platean military officers have been making statements that violate non-politicisation regulations, but the grapevine that my people has with the federal bureaucracy here in Buenos Aires has been saying no disciplinary actions have been taken yet," remarked the legate of the leading nation of the United British Commonwealth of Nations. "Right, Wilmington and Philadelphia fear that a coup d'état will happen in the near future. With everything that is going with the Langies, this would be a prime time to have a change in management, a change favorable to the northern latitudes of the southern American subcontinent," said Carson.

"What would you have me do? You're working for A, not me. You are just be courteous with intelligence updates and what's going on in case something goes wrong and need my help getting your arses or some other arse or arses out of the country," said Guzman.

"Well, since you stated the facts, Minister, you are correct; normally we won't ask anything of the Diplomatic without explaining what is going on. We want to know more about these potentially traitorous generals. We don't want a repeat of the past. We want a man on the inside to nip this in the bud. And we do. He's local, military, and close to the top. The top being a cabal of generals of some of the military districts that we so far have pieced together, though we don't know who and how many. We are needing more information, so we have an informant. And in case things go south, we have promised him protection well outside of these southerly latitudes," said Roberts.

"Well, I can have passports, visas, and money ready, I just need to know his cover for getting out of here," requested Guzman. "Our man's code name is Angelo, and his cover is Juan Garcia Fernandez. He has a family, a wife of 42, a son of 15, and two daughters. One of the daughters is one year old and the other is 10."

"Thank you gentlemen, I'll have something ready for them for the future, if it happens. Good day," said Guzman. "Minister," said the two MI3 agents.

A few minutes later, Roberts, at his office desk, contacted on a secure, encrypted telephone line to Wilmington the chief of MI3. After a brief call informing the Head of MI3 of everything in operation, Roberts leaned back in his swivel office chair and ran his hands through his hair. What a dangerous mission for our man, thought Roberts.

Roberts quietly whispered: "Our man..."
---
Villa de Recoleta, Parera, Buenos Aires, Union of La Plata
9th February 2021
19:06 GMT-3

"Ceballos, Rodrigo. Capitán." said the saluting Captain, aide-de-camp to General Augustino Peron of the Eastern Division. He was wearing his golden aiguillette to signify who he served. He was presenting his papers to a guard of the Villa's door that lead into the main hall. He was searched by another sentry for weapons on his person, and another was looking through his briefcase, a briefcase handcuffed to Ceballos' right hand. The files saying "Top Secret" in Spanish made the sentry squirm a bit. The sentry with the briefcase closed it quickly and handed it back to Ceballos.

"You may enter," said the sentry. Ceballos nodded as the sentry who frisked him opened the door for the aide-de-camp. Ceballos walked through the main hall and headed towards a room adjacent to the meeting room of the generals who were meeting with Peron. He was carrying his leather-bound briefcase. He closed the door as he entered the room. This was the private study of the villa that was owned by General Augustino Peron, used while he was in the capital. Ceballos opened up his brief case, shuffling around some files and preparing the documentation for the General to review, including something about army deployments in the capital. Of course, Ceballos knew what Peron was planning. He was part of it, just as he was part of stopping it.

The Norteamericanos who said they represented an important financial company in Buenos Aires and who later exposed who they were and who knew about the grumbling of important generals made an offer. An offer made and he accepted within minutes, but not out of fear or greed. While there was some money involved (he wanted to pay more for his daughter's cancer treatments), he was in it for his patriotism. He did not want his country to be at war, to revert to authoritarianism. They promised to get him and his family out at the end of it all, or at least his family if he was discovered. And now here he was, placing a small bugging device that he removed from the briefcase and was now placing it on the inner frame of a portrait of Jose de San Martin that hung on a wall, a wall with a doorway to where the generals were discussing. Ceballos knew this was an offer to join or be swept away, and these generals would individually or collectively join together to overthrow the government or to stop Peron. This bugging was just for having ears at the apparent headquarters of it all. Ceballos thought that the recorded voices could be used as blackmail, something for the Anglos and the Kirchener government to use.

Just as Ceballos was shifting the portrait a centimeter to the right after replacing it back on the wall, he heard a gunshot. He nearly dropped the portrait. "Mierda," he whispered. Ceballos quickly walked over to the door and put his ear to it. He heard Peron's muffled voice, a muffled voice with a commanding tone. Ceballos knew what was going to happen next. This went from betraying the man he served for 10 years for plotting a coup and being arrested by the generals he was appealing for help to betraying the man he served for 10 years for plotting a coup and possibly arrested or killed in the next few weeks, if the aide-de-camp and the Norteamericanos can stop him.

After a few more minutes and listening to Peron's speech, Ceballos walked away from the door as he heard footsteps coming towards him. The door opened and Peron walked in. His holster was still unbuttoned but the pistol was in it.

Ceballos sat some more documents on Peron's desk, and walked over to Peron's liquor cabinet, turned and saluted. "Good evening, General. I have documents for your review. Would you like a drink?"

Ceballos was staring straight at Peron, but he could see in his peripheral vision the body of General Aragonés being removed by two of Peron's bodyguard.

Ceballos was in the thick of it now.

[Piikala]

Somewhere off the coast of the Galapagos Archipelago in International waters
15th of February 2021
05:30


The PSDFCG Chakatako silently cut through the cold pacific water, his two large bows being misted by spray from the waves repeatedly sliced by the catamarans leading edges. As the ship's captain, Tuma Gorogeno, looked over her charts on the Cutters computers to ensure that the Chakatako remained on course to reach the Piikalan Coast guard station in the Galapagos archipelago while not entering Langenian waters on her approach. While Captain Tuma looked over her charts, the sound of a kong shell blew, signaling twenty minutes until the watch rotation as the sound of the Piikalan anthem begun to play over the intercom of the ship as the sun started to peek over the horizon. As this happened, Captain Tuma faces the sun, places her right hand on her heart, and bows, then resumes her duties while several crewmen bear the onslaught of the strong ocean winds raise the Piikalan flag above the ship. Upon finishing the ship's course-plotting, Captain Tuma hands over command of the bridge to her second in command, then retires to her cabin. While the Chakatako begins to enter into the Piikalan EEZ, the Chakatako starts to pick up speed, heading towards the Piikalan coast guard station on the southeastern coast of Ja Honumajima(giant turtle island in Piikalan that's modern Pinta Isla it's named after the giant Pinta Island tortoise or what the Piikalans call the Ja Honu or giant turtle that roams the island).

Several Hours Latter:

Captain Tuma walks onto the bridge of the cutter from her cabin after a few hours of sleep to navigate her ship into the harbor. Coming onto the bridge, her second in command and an enlisted crew member place their right hand on their heart and bow(Piikalan equivalent of a salute) to the captain; as the cutter begins to see Ja Honumajima come into sight, captain Tuma gets onto the ships radio and radios the islands Coast Guard base saying in Piikalan, "This is the PSDFCG Chakatako. Verification code: 8... 1... 9... 9... 5... 7... 4.... 4... Over..." A few seconds later, "This is PSDFCGB 727382... Code validated... Verification code 2... 3... 4...1... 1... 9... 0...1...0... Over." Captain Tuma opens up a locked safe on the back of the bridge and removes a paper book from it; opens it to a page, looks for the base code, and says, "Code validated... Chakatako will be docking at bearth 03... Over" "Approved Chakatako see you in port... Over" Captain Tuma then proceeds to get off the radio, navigating the ship around the island's southern tip carefully avoiding the nearby shoals. As the boat goes around the island's peninsula, the vessel approaches the Piikalan base, a large floating structure tied to the island's shore. As the cutter approaches the base, the ship's water jets begin to carefully navigate the vessel parallel to the barge and encroach upon the large steel platform. While several lines fly across from the Chakatako as the cutter's water jets direct water to the ship's bow thrusters pushing it closer, Captain Tuma quickly docks the vessel as larger lines are brought over to tie up the boat. Upon this, the Chakatakos disembarkation stairs are lowered onto the floating dock a few meters below. After the ship ties up, an officer from the base steps aboard the ships walks up to the bridge and hands Captain Tuma a folder with orders to sail back home to the Piikalan home islands taking a route that will hug the North American waters then sail south a longer journey that would hopefully send the British a message. With orders to depart in the fortnight, Captain Tuma sighs and informs her crew as a fuel line is brought upon the ship as several thousand litters palm oil are pumped into the ship's fuel tanks.


Jakarta Naval Yards
Jakarta, Piikalan Province of Java
12th of February 2021
06:00


The call to prayer could be heard booming across the city as the mostly Sunni Muslim population of Jakarta were praying to Mecca. The usually bustling city was still as everyone and everything stopped in the town and listened to the call to prayer as the sunlight beamed through the city's glistening skyscrapers and down onto the rows of shophouses and streetcars below. While on the outskirts of the town, the large Piikalan naval yards stayed silent. The large fleet of Piikalan military ships sat anchored for as far as the eyes could see off into the horizon, each anchored half a kilometer away from the next in a perfect grid. While the nearby massive cargo terminals remained silent, waiting to start after the call to prayer as cargo ships sat lined up off the coast for kilometers awaiting their turn to dock and unload their cargo from across the world. All to be boarded onto high-speed bullet trains and rushed up to the rapidly growing Provinces Koryo and Manchukuo or be sent off to far northern territories of Siberia or maybe the Piikalan home islands. Suddenly as soon as the prayer ends, the city seems to come to life as the streets begin to fill with the sound of people; as shops set up for the day, the trains and streetcars start to move. While containers are unloaded from busy slips onto trains, planes begin to take off and land in the airport. Simultaneously, a large mass of workers starts to depart from their homes, heading to their offices. While workers begin to fill into the Naval yards large bicycle parking lot or walk on foot from the nearby high-speed rail stop and walk into the Naval yards.
In contrast, the midnight shift begins to exit the yards. Each worker in and outgoing go through scrutinous security checks by Kempeitai officers to ensure no electronics or other unapproved documents are being brought in or out of the base. Upon entering the morning, shift walks into the large canteens where they're given a breakfast of Nasi Lemak and sent onto small trains that take the workers to one of fifty large covered dry docks where they continuously work to modernize older Piikalan ships rapidly turning over ships every few weeks bring old battleships, cruisers, and aircraft carriers from their WWII and cold war era equipment to the most modern and up to date technology. At the same time, Piikalan and Indonesian engineers monitor the work to ensure it's up to standard. Simultaneously, the base commander oversees the operation with orders to ensure that all the ships outside his base are finished before the important training exercise in several months.

[Langenia]

OOC: Watch out, I'm American but I am going to try more British spelling for IC authenticity.

General Treasurer's House aka Cadogan House, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, NAU
8 February 2021
1322 hours

The Prime Minister of the North American Union, Dame Felicity Graves, was not a happy woman at the moment, and she was walking quickly with her chief of staff David Yellen to the place where bad guys were made no more: the General Department of Defence's Cadogan House Communications Office. The MOD Communications Office, which not only let the first minister of the leading nation of the United British Commonwealth of Nations communicate with the NAU Ministry of Defence or any North American Forces military unit deployed, it also let the Chief of the Defence Staff and the other Service Chiefs, who all comprised the Defence Staff Committee, to sit with that first minister on executing military operations in real time. She also called the Cabinet Committee on Security and Intelligence to give her the political view while the DSC will give the military view.

Cadogan House's MOD Communications Room was abuzz with activity, with naval, air, and army officers handling phone calls, posting positions of enemy vessels and aircraft on physical and digital displays, and consulting with military intelligence clearing houses. The Prime Minister entered with her close political staff, the ones who were her fixers at New Grand Council House, the General Departments, and inter-provincial and general-provincial relations. All-Union Minister of Defence, Henri Larue, entered with External Affairs Minister Dean Fairchild. "Prime Minister," they said, with Larue just ahead of Fairchild; Larue's Montreal accent notifying of his Quebecois heritage. The government of the day was of the Whig Party and the Aboriginal Peoples' Party in a party alliance together, giving them a majority by two seats. The Whigs were the centre to centre-left party and ardent North American nationalists, though not to the point of wanting to get rid of the monarchy (there was a tiny minority in favor of such a thing, but Flissy Graves was a constitutional monarchist). The Aboriginal Peoples' Party is a centrist party though committed to decentralisation, conservation, and of course indigenous rights and self-governance; Dean Fairchild was Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs and Deputy Prime Minister and Leader of the APP. The opposition was the alliance of the mainland Tories, the Belize Development Movement, and the Confederation of Caribbean Conservative Parties; the latter two are regional parties but all of these entities of the conservative party alliance had roughly similar views on social issues but varied somewhat significantly on the economic direction of the party and country; some were influenced by Catholic social teaching and the Social Gospel (such as the BDM and the Red Tories of the mainland) and thus voted in favor of one-nation Toryism's robust welfare programmes while some where ardent Frenchian* free market proponents and fiscal conservatives (such as the Carib political confederation and the Blue Tories of the mainland).

The three of the several top members of His Britannic Majesty's North American Government were looking at the physical displays set up by the military aides of the Comms Office as well as the televisors and computer displays of what was going on in the Caribbean region. While the NAU is a free and equal member of the community of nations in personal union with Great Britain that is the United British Commonwealth of Nations, many viewed the NAU as British lapdogs in America, the global constable of Anglo-Saxon hegemony, merely a sub-empire of the worldwide British Empire even though the United Commonwealth moved away from formal imperialism and embraced gradual decolonization and fostering of intergovernmental partnerships and shared unity with the Crown by either personal union or by external association with the former colonies and protectorates.

But the rest of the world knew that the NAU was the leading nation, the successor and new torchbearer of the United Commonwealth, no matter what the NAU is called. "What are we looking at, Air Chief Marshal Turgidson?" The Chief of the Defence Staff Air Chief Marshal George "Buck" Turgidson stood next the Prime Minister. "Prime Minister, we are detecting two fighters, whose speed and altitude profiles indicate C-34s and C-58 fighters of the Langenian air force. Our RNAAF base at Piarco on Trinidad detected on radar two bogies that were later registered as the Langie bandits and the HMNAS Kestrel launched a detail of two Sea Wasp FGR.3 fighters. These are our stealth fighters as well as our fastest naval fighters of the RNAN Fleet Air Arm, and the Kestrel's captain, Nick Andersen, reports that they came in about 15 minutes ago and protocol was to launch as Piarco has no fighters of its own, as well as being close to the Langies it was deemed appropriate to limit offensive capabilities at the RNAAF base so they would not try buzzing our radar facility there,"

"But it seems they take it as a weakness in our Caribbean air defences. At least the Kestrel is part of the Caribbean maritime forces, and we have new RNAAF base in Santo Domingo. And I was told by the Chief of the Air Staff that Hydras and locomotive anti-air artillery** were deployed to make the Langies not try it again, but that has also failed..." The Prime Minister was interrupted when an aide handed a transcript to Turgidson. "Ma'am, the Langie pilots radioed our pilots, saying this is an exercise and we're intruding," stated the Air Chief Marshal.

"Ha, typical, the Langies will stress their sovereignty at our expense, when we have done nothing wrong. We need to show that we won't back down, Prime Minister, just look at what they are doing to those shrimp fisherman right now. They took them hostage essentially, and will run them through a kangaroo court, and if they have any sense to just imprison them and not kill them--this was from a NABC report on the Langie state television news network. This is the thin end of the wedge, Prime Minister. Next they'll start making the UC Canal Zone at Panama begging for more anti-air units and anti-tank weapons, even have regular air patrols, and now they are making ridiculous responses at the OAS for our defenses of our own sovereignty," remarked Larue, waving a paper printout of a NABC news article update on the Ursula Affair. "They are having exercises, as our satellite photographs indicate, but even military movements for practice makes one's neighbors bite their nails. In addition to the Langies, Prime Minster, the Piikalans launched a space rocket--Norad is getting in a huff," remarked the Air Chief Marshal. "Tell the Langie planes to stand down and that they are intruding in NAU airspace, and have the Kestrel launch more fighters to indicate we are serious," ordered the most powerful first minister of the United Commonwealth.

"Yes, Prime Minister," said ACM Turgidson.

As this was carried out, the other members of the DCS and the General Cabinet Committee on Security Intelligence arrived at Cadogan House, and the Prime Minister left the Comms Room to head to the Square Room, the cabinet conference room. It held a round oak conference table and had 21 chairs around it for the Ministers of the Crown and about 12 for the junior ministerial positions of Secretaries of State and any invited guests to Cabinet. The General CCSI and the DSC all sat at the conference table, made out of oak of the ship of that carried the first imperial expeditions to the North Pole and the South Pole, the HMS Fortitude.*** The Secretary of State for Ibero-American and Pan-American Relations was also summoned, to give his opinion on what should be our argument at the upcoming OAS Summit in Mexico City.

The CCSI and DCS deliberated on a coordinated diplomatic and military strategy for the next twenty minutes when it was interrupted by the developing situation in the Caribbean.

---
Skies over the Caribbean Sea, Near Trinidad and Tobago
1330 hours

Lieutenant Jacobs of his Sea Wasp FGR.3, callsign Talon Leader of the Talon Section of the 528 Naval Air Squadron of the Royal North American Navy Fleet Air Arm Kestrel FAA Complement, with his wingman Lieutenant Hawke, Talon 1 and having the same kind of aerocraft, banked right as they were free of the catapult launch sequence of the HMNAS Kestrel. The lead ship of its namesake class of multipurpose aerocraft carriers to support the supercarrier of the Atlantic-Arctic fleet and Caribbean home squadron, the HMNAS Benjamin Franklin.

The two Sea Wasps accelerated towards to where the two Langie bandits were predicted to be, just two miles off the coast of Trinidad and 24,000 feet in the air. AEW aerocraft Sankey 1, an Imperial Electric Darter AEW.7, helped provide airborne warning and assistance to Talon Section's active aeroplanes engaging the Langie bandits.

Talon's active detail was hailed by the Langie fighters: "Attention unidentified aircraft. You are interfering with a live-fire military exercise. Such an interference could result in a possibly fatal accident. Please leave us be."

Talon Leader replied: "Attention Langenian aerocraft, this is the Royal North American Navy. You are intruding into North American Union airspace. Exit NAU airspace and return to your own airspace. I say again, this is the Royal North American Navy. You are intruding into North American Union airspace. Exit NAU airspace and return to your own airspace. This is too close to NAU territory and airspace for such exercises." Talon 1's Weapon Systems Officer, Sub-Lieutenant Walker, was doing a quick check of missile systems in case the chips were going to be down a minute or so. She imagined her counterpart on Talon 2, Sub-Lieutenant Guzman would be doing the same thing.

Talon 1 was informed by the Kestrel that the rest of Talon Section and the whole Vulture Section were launching to assist, help put a period on Talon Leader's statement. 5 minutes for the rest of Talon, 10 for Vulture.

Talon detail waited for a response from the Langenian aircraft.

Meanwhile, one of the Kestrel's supporting vessels, the Liberty-class guided missile anti-air and anti-missile destroyer HMNAS Virtue was monitoring the situation, about 20 miles northwest away from Talon and 10 miles north from the Kestrel. The captain of the Virtue was contacting the Kestrel to request permission to ready VLS cells of anti-air missiles, just in case.

Andersen hoped he wouldn't have to give such an order. "Let's wait for what the Langies have to say."



*Frenchian economics is the free market ideological reaction to Morrisian economics, which is like Keynesian economics; they both came about during the Great Slump era of 1925 to mid-1930s.
**Locomotive artillery vehicle types are not like trains, it just refers to their ability to move, like being 'self-propelled'; alternate history term, and expect some more.
***Dramatic, self-serving creative license for my country and alternate history.

South Caribbean Sea, near Trinidad and Tobago, carrier battle group of Caesar

Being watched on meter-wave radar from Langenian warships were the North American aircraft. The captain of a Langenian destroyer watched as the crewmen prepared its SA-250N* anti-air missile system for launch. This was a military exercise of the Langenian National Navy, after all, and naturally it involved warships and aircraft working together. All around his ship, the fellow escorts of the carrier battle group, centered around the supercarrier Caesar, were preparing their own missiles to be fired at the North American aircraft. Though the radars were not able to get a good lock on the North American fifth-generation aircraft, they would be able to find positional information of the North American planes, and send this information back to the rest of the battle group and to friendly Langenian warplanes in the sky. Langenian planes flying close to the North American fighters would be told to get out.

Why? The North Americans, and by that North American planes that had to moved to intercept the Langenian C-34s and C-58s, as well as those Sea Wasps scrambled from the NAU carrier, were being painted at that moment by the radars of Langenian C-58s, cruisers, destroyers, and even SA-550* long-range SAM systems ashore on the Venezuelan coast whose missiles were in range. If this didn't work the C-58s would deploy beyond-the-line-of-sight infrared guided missiles.

*The SA-250 and SA-550 are part of a family of Langenian medium-to-long range SAM systems. The SA-250N is a navalized variant.

The Skies Over the Caribbean, near Trinidad and Tobago

The Langenian C-58 pilot was annoyed at the response of the North American pilot. Damn Brits, always messing with things that are perfectly fine before they come over, he thought. "Attention North American aircraft. Wrong, we are in international airspace. I am conducting regular military operations here that present no harm to the North American Commonwealth." He switched back to another channel, talking to his wingman. "Get a load of these Brits," he complained. "Always annoying," the wingman sighed. The AWACS from the Caesar assigned to them was none too pleased. "Cazador 1, Cazador 2, cease all unnecessary communications immediately." This shut them up, but soon after came the message to get out of the area from the same AWACS.

The pilot of Cazador 1, the same C-58 pilot who had been speaking with the Brits, switched back to their frequency. "We are leaving this area now, but please note that it is due to orders from our comrades, not from you Brits. Any attempt to follow us and indication of hostile behavior shall be met with force." With that, they started heading out, escorting the two LAF C-34s. Behind them, in their wake, were North American Sea Wasps being painted by hostile radars.

---

Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport

As the Piikalan diplomat made his way through the airport, he would find people waiting on him. At the baggage claim right after the spot where the travelers passed through immigration was a group of men. In particular, one of them bore a poster with the name of the Piikalan diplomat on it. This group of men was a delegation from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, with orders to pick him up and take him to the building of that Ministry in Aragon. There, he would be provided with a place to rest and fed with a meal, but after that, meet with Langenian diplomats.

---

Aragon airport
Aragon, Langenia
February 8, 2021
05:00
Takeno Tuaji walks to immigration the sound of his Geta making a clicking noise on the floor with each step. While he carefully tows his bags behind him, he reaches into the pocket on his dark black kimono and pulls out his diplomatic passport, a small orange book with a gold stamp of the imperial crest(the symbol on the Piikalan flag) stamped onto the center hands it over to the immigration official and passes through. After walking through immigration, he goes to the restroom, where he pulls out his ceremonial Katana and Lei-o-mano. He ties onto his Hakama belt the ornately decorated Katana that has in silver inlaid his name and military accomplishments from his national service tour in eastern China where he fought in the battle of Jiuquan against the Republic of China rebels and single-handedly destroyed a platoon of Chinese troops with his Katana along with his Lei-o-mano a large piece of Koa wood with shark teeth etched into each tooth the name of a Piikalan Shinto god. After securing his ceremonial weapons, he takes out his government-issued phone calls to his bosses in Piikala to notify them of his arrival. The thin, wiry Tuaji walks through leaves the restroom with his weapons at his side that look almost comically large on him; he heads to get his bag puts everything on a pushcart. He then walks out of the airport, where he sees the men walk over to them and bows and says in a Madrid accented Spanish, "Buenos Dias gentlemen. I am Tuaji Takeno, and thank you for picking me up. Here let me give you a little gift." Tuaji reaches into his kimono and pulls out several cigars that he hands to the men, then offers to light it for them

Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport

Most of the group politely declined the cigars, but a couple of them accepted them and accepted the offer to light the cigars. Outside was a waiting SUV. The men motion to the Piikalan diplomat to follow them, discreetly. Reciprocating his gift, he is offered a thermos of Colombian coffee by one of the men, who inform of what is and how good it tastes. The sun begins to set. Aragon darkens, the day ends, preparing for another day of conflict tomorrow.

[Piikala]

Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport

Most of the group politely declined the cigars, but a couple accepted them and accepted the offer to light the cigars. Outside was a waiting SUV. The men motion to the Piikalan diplomat to follow them, discreetly. Reciprocating his gift, he is offered a thermos of Colombian coffee by one of the men, who inform of what it is and how good it tastes. The sun begins to set. Aragon darkens, the day ends, preparing for another day of conflict tomorrow.

Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport

Takeno Tuaji takes the coffee graciously and takes a sip of the coffee. Its bitter taste causes Tuaji, when his hosts are not looking to pour a bit of Stevia into the theorems and swirl it till the sweeter dissolved. Upon getting to the Langenian hotel, he pulls out from his diplomatic pouch a special satellite phone and uses an encrypted message out to the Imperial Capital. Where he tells the Ministry of Foreign Relations about his safe arrival.

[Bengal and Assam]

Bar A, Emperador Hotel, Retiro, Buenos Aires, United Provinces of La Plata
7.30 PM, 16th of February, 2020

Martin Minguez was sipping his red wine, hell, it went well with the meal he was having, Baked Cod, made with fish all the way from the North Sea. He had a decently paying admin job in the Air Force, and a lass waiting for him in his hotel room. Life was good, but he knew that the recent news coming in from the Army may change everything.
And he wasn’t in a bar/restaurant of one of Buenos Aires’ prestigious hotels just for the food and the wine, he was supposed to meet with someone tonight, someone who, as long as inter-service rivalry can be kept aside, can be fully trusted.

“Jose.” Said Martin as he got up to shake the hand of the man that just arrived. “How’s the wife?”

“Oh you know how it is.” Said Contralmirante Jose Garcia “Constant nagging and complaints. I sometimes wonder why I even got married young anyway. High School sweetheart my ass…”

“I do know how it is. That’s why I am divorced. And whatever pleasures of the flesh I require is just a phonecall and a couple hundred pesos away.” Martin raised his hand to call the waiter “Give the man across me whatever he wants from the menu, and put it on my check.”

An hour of chatting, reminiscing about the time they spent together in the first 2 years of Military College, catching up on what they missed, they knew that it was time to get serious
“So, I heard Peron is making trouble again” said Garcia, “one of the lads I know went over to his house the other day. Peron shot Division General Aragones when he called Peron out for getting the country fucked over the Islas Falklands and collusion with the Langies.”

“Aren’t the Malvinas your department? You are navy guy of course. Aragones was an old fart, but Peron shooting him? Won’t he get a court martial coz of it?”

“The affairs of the Army are foreign to us Air Force and Navy blokes. As far as we are concerned, the Army is a lawless hellhole. Court martials only happen over there when it suits the head honchos the most. And the government doesn’t give a fuck what goes on inside the military anyway. Catalyst for coups and all that stuff. If we go to war over the Malvinas, out navy will have to start from 0 coz the Brits and the NorteAmericans will fuck us over. Those bunch of rocks are just not worth it.”

“The Army doesn't give a fuck about what happens to us. If a war with the Brits go South, they can always blame the Navy and the Air Force. A coup is in order I suppose. What is the Navy’s stand on it? As far as the Air Force’s leadership is concerned, we are divided at the moment on which side to take.”

“The Navy follows those who run the Coast. Nevertheless, there are those in the Navy who aren’t pleased with the current circumstances. What will you do?”

“Me? I’ll do what I’ve always done. Survive, live for another day, whatever you may call it. Simply, take the winning side.”

“Men like you have no principle” said Jose with a chuckle

“Men like me are the reason the world is what it is today. Now lets drink brother. ”

[The Union of British North America]

HMNAS Kestrel
Operation Headquarters
60 miles northwest of Trinidad and Tobago
1346 hours, 8 February 2021

Captain Andersen quietly exhaled, worried about the worst coming to pass. He stared at the radar terminals in the operations room and then walked over to the aerocraft direction room to look at their terminals. The Langie planes were turning to try to avoid being intercepted by the RNAN aerocraft, but just a minute ago, HMNAS West Boston, an attack submersible, and Sankey 1, reported Langenian capital ships in a defensive formation, and reports of the Langie supercarrier, Caesar. "Relay to the Virtue, we have Langie ships on radar, particularly UCF reporting name Imperator*, in addition to reporting names Prefect*, and the Tyler and the Mitchell**, prepare anti-ship missiles and get more fighters into the air. Relay also to the Prince Edward about Imperator--she'll be interested in this," ordered the Captain.

The Artemis System*** should have picked up these ships hundreds of miles away. Andersen will have to speak with his naval counterparts at Norad for this oversight. And satellite images just came in yesterday having the Caesar just at the southernmost tip of the South American subcontinent.

But just as his orders were relayed, he got word from Talon Section: "Langie bandits have returned to their airspace, I repeat, the Langies are bugging out. On 'their terms' of course. Returning to carrier, Talon Section out."

"Cancel last orders to the Virtue, tell them standby; it looks like we avoided hell," said the Captain. "Relay back to the ACM in Philly that the Langies are bugging out and our birds are returning."

A series of "Aye, sir" emannented from different parts of the operations headquarters, one from the Aerocraft Direction Room (for aerocraft control and communication) and one from the Operations Room (naval control and communication).

Let's hope the Mexico City summit will prevent more things like this, thought Andersen.

Mexico City, Mexico
Organisation of American States Building
Delegation Offices Floor, North American Office, Suite A
5:02 PM, 16th of February, 2020

NAU Permanent Representative to the Organisation of American States Bryant Hanson just sat down at his desk, feeling a mixture of anxiety and relief; the papers he just read were sprawled all over his coffee table, along with his spectacles. He opened up his lockable drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jameson and a small shot glass. Damn it, he needed a drink, and he wasn't going to risk running into the Langie representative on the lift, on the stairs, in the complementary diplomatic bar, or in a corridor.

He just got a report from Philly of a near-breakout of hostilities between Langenia and the NAU, almost a whole week ago. The military must have put out a D-Notice, but even that should have been the talk HMNB Newport News or Brickell Point, and should have filtered out from Cadogan House and External Affairs! His contacts in the Diplomatic and the NAF grapevines must have been hushed up. And even information blackouts for the rest of the Caribbean countries? Of course, it was Langenia's fault, buzzing the radar station on Trinidad and sending out fighters. They even had a carrier group for an "exercise"! The RNAN only had two ships in range for the defence of Trinidad, the carrier Kestrel and the destroyer Virtue, which would have caused some serious damage but it might have turned into a Langie pyrrhic victory.

He wondered when public reaction would be on the news. He turned on his televisor and switched to NABC World News.

Today, the NAU MOD announced that there was a provocation by the Langenian Navy and Air Force near the waters of Trinidad, about one week ago. The delay was for confirmation. Several Langenian aerocraft breached the radar cover of Trinidad, intruding on NAU airspace and violating NAU air sovereignty. The RNAAF and RNAN responded with fighter aerocraft to deter further movements by Langenian aerocraft, which in turn threatened escalation by Langenian naval forces. They ultimately backed down, leaving of their own accord...

He switched off the telly. How will this go down tomorrow, with reconciliation or with revenge?

He got a knock on his office door, closed of course since he needed to 'relax' with his liquid friend, Mr. Jameson. "Yes, what is it, Kenneth?" He asked his chief of staff, wondering what else could be more important.

Kenneth Barnes opened the door and entered, looking also anxious. Hanson hid his drink in his lockable drawer, and turned to face his chief of staff. "Sir," began Kenneth, "It is the External Affairs Minister, he's arrived from Philadelphia, just half an hour ago, with no notice. He's in the lobby, speaking with reporters,"

"What!? He's here?!" frantically inquired Hanson. His boss was coming down for the summit, but he would have waited until tomorrow, stayed in the NAU Legation in the city for the evening, let the Permanent Representative do some behind-the-doors preparation for the Minister of the Crown charged with the NAU's external relations, not come here to his office before he went over to the legation for dinner with his boss.

Hanson stood up, gathered his glasses and suit jacket, and discreetly got a breath mint and headed with his chief of staff to the lift to greet the External Affairs Minister. "Of all times, he comes to my office now," said an annoyed and scared Hanson.

Lobby of the OAS Building, Mexico City
Dean Fairchild, All-Union Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs, was used to being hammered by reporters, he was a politician, and a politician dangled answers like treats or food to a pack of wild animals. There were the sympathetic outlets, and there were the ones out to undermine and critique every god damn last detail all for points to score back home.

His NAUPOL protection team looked on in the crowd for any troublemakers, as well as the OAS security forces. Some Mexico City police were checking on some diplomatic plates at the front desk of the lobby.

Fairchild carefully gave slightly deflecting answers to reporters' questions on the Ursula Affair and the recent military flashpoint, until he was asked by a member of the Piikalan press, judging by the flag on his nametag. He said he was from the Rising Sun newspaper, and he asked about the leaked diplomatic cables.

"I am afraid you have been misinformed by your sources about any diplomatic leaks, Mr...." responded Fairchild. Flashes of photography continued to attack the External Affairs Minister. He must look cool and composed, to anyone, to any political or media interests. This guy was just bluffing, lots of reporters like to catch someone off guard.

* & ** Like Allied forces in WW2 and NATO to the present day, the United Commonwealth Forces have reporting names for enemy and rivalrous nation equipment and vehicles.

*** The Artemis System is like a high functioning version of the real life Project Artemis, with SOSUS and PAVE PAWS aspects.

[Piikala]

Lobby of the OAS Building, Mexico City
Dean Fairchild, All-Union Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs, was used to being hammered by reporters. He was a politician, and a politician dangled answers like treats or food to a pack of wild animals. There were the sympathetic outlets, and there were the ones out to undermine and critique every god damn last detail, all for points to score back home.

His NAUPOL protection team looked on in the crowd for any troublemakers, as well as the OAS security forces. Some Mexico City police were checking on some diplomatic plates at the front desk of the lobby.

Fairchild carefully gave slightly deflecting answers to reporters' questions on the Ursula Affair and the recent military flashpoint until he was asked by a Piikalan press member, judging by the flag on his nametag. He said he was from the Rising Sun newspaper, and he asked about the leaked diplomatic cables.

"I am afraid you have been misinformed by your sources about any diplomatic leaks, Mr...." responded Fairchild. Flashes of photography continued to attack the External Affairs Minister. He must look cool and composed, to anyone, to any political or media interests. This guy was bluffing; lots of reporters like to catch someone off guard.

Rising Sun International Affairs reporter Chu Tan says in British accented English, "I am Mr. Chu Tan from the Rising Suns Phillidelphia office. I have received information from my colleagues in the Imperial States that would prove otherwise Minister Fairchild." Mr. Chu, while talking, pulls out a document from his sachel bag he has next to him and continues saying, "This document I have here is from your Ministry and clearly states to be expecting company from M13 who are to be stationed at your embassy in Aragon as 'sanitation workers.' With you yourself, minister saying in this record to not interfere with them and let them do their job for the crown." Mr. Chu then hands the minister a copy of a series of emails between the Ministry's staff and diplomats time-stamped several months ago. The agent's names are clearly mentioned in the document. With a small Wikileaks icon in the upper right-hand corner of the document. Mr. Chu then pulls out a large binder full of papers and says, "Would you care to have me read the summary of the rest of these papers to everyone, Minister Fairchild?"


Mexico City, Mexico
Organization of American States Building
Delegation Offices Floor, South American Office, Infront of the Printer room
5:02 PM, 16th of February, 2020


Piikalan Agent Mei Liang carefully mopped the marble-floored hallway near the printer room. Mei Liang worked for the past six months as a janitor at the OAS building in Mexico, where she quickly became a common sight for the workers at the building. With Mei Ling having arrived in Mexico under a forged La Platan credentials as a Sakura Nakajima from Buenos Aires, upon arriving in Mexico, she got Mexican citizenship and credentials for her work at the OAS building, easily passing their background checks and security interviews all for the next few minutes of work. Suddenly a tired-looking younger woman who Mei Liang knew worked as the speechwriter for the Langenian delegation walked into the printer room and closed the door behind her. Mei Liang suddenly went into action, carefully adding some extra soap to her mopping bucket; she then starts to mop the door outside of the printing room with the slippery of soap and water. Mei Liang then carefully works her way down the hallway mopping it thoroughly, acting like she's just doing her normal job. Suddenly, the printer room door opens, and the lady steps onto the floor, taking a few steps before she slips and falls, causing her papers to go flying into the air. Mei Liang suddenly springs into action, rushing over to the young woman talking in a La Platan accented Spanish she asks the young woman if she's alright. While helping her collect her spilled papers, Mei Liang pulls out several papers outlining the UBC's spying actions in Langenia and several emails and links to phone call recordings where UBC diplomats and UBC government workers make fun of and insult the Langnain government and its military leaders in particular. Mei Liang then helps the woman up, handing her the papers she picked up.


Pyongyang, Piikalan Province of Koryo
Pyongyang Station
Coastal line number 3
15:00, 17th of February, 2020


Captain Three Stars Kaumi Hoshi slowly read through the afternoon addition of the Rising Sun times as the two-car long train pulled out of Pyongyang station along the Taedong river bank. The train, upon leaving the station, started to speed up rapidly, heading east, passing T'aesong-ho lake and the bistros and row houses along its shores that served as the playground of those who worked at the Imperial Bank(the main bank of Piikala that rivals modern-day Meril Lynch and HSBC) and Koryo stock exchange where minerals where traded at a ferocious rate on the commodities market to the manufactures in the provinces of Manchukuo and Kuomintang(made up of the island of Taiwan, Fujian, Zhejiang, and Jiangsu) where they're used to make everything from microchips to the zippers in designer handbags. Captain Hoshi looked up from his newspaper to see the train passing through the thick forests passing by until the train arrived at the town of Nampo, where some passengers got off the train and others boarded. After a few minutes, the train departs from Nampo station heading north along the Piikalan Prosperity sea(Piikalan name for the yellow sea). The train stops at half a dozen small coastal villages along the coast that's filled with life as children can be seen playing in the football pitch in the middle of the school's tracks after school while their fathers and mothers come home from a long day on their farms or from fishing out at sea. All the while, Captain Hoshi relaxed in the plastic chairs of the commuter train playing the Sudokus in the News Papers back pages.

After a couple of hours of passing by idyllic coastal towns and villages, the train finally arrived at the coastal village of Changya-dong, a small village near the border with the neighboring Piikalan state Manchukuo. Captain Kaumi Hoshi, upon arriving at his stop, folded up the newspaper and stuck it into the pocket of his Gi and stands up, smoothing out the creases of his Hakama he walks to the door of the train where he grabs his black Navy issued whale leather Jaki-tobies and puts them on tying the laces near the shins that hold them in place. While the train conductor grabs his duffel bag from the trains cargo department in the rear handing him the bag, he puts on his gray duffel bag. He starts walking out of the station, going down the station's stairs, and steps onto the sidewalk below where a black electric car is awaiting him. Captain Hoshi presses a button on the car, and its door slowly raises upwards, and he gets into the car to see an Imperial navy sailor sitting in the driver's seat. Hoshi then presents his ID and finger, which are both scanned to ensure his identity. Soon after, the car speeds off, driving through town as the sun slowly sets on the cold clear winter's day. The driver and Hoshi remain silent as the car drives through the windy mountain roads until they're at the top of a small mountain. On top of the mountain, a large radar facility(the facility is the main transmissions station for Piikalan number stations for North America and northern Europe) surrounded by electric fences and watchtowers where sit Piikalan Royal Guard armed with Piikalan made 15MM machine guns with several hidden 50MM anti-aircraft automatic cannons being seen under large tents covered in the grass, making them look like the lawn around them. The car stops outside of the front gate of the base where a Piikalan tankette can be seen with its guns trained on the electric car as half a dozen Piikalan soldiers come out armed with Piikalan semi-automatic riffles as the driver rolls down the window with both the driver and Captain Hoshi having their ID's and fingers ready as the guards scan their fingers and IDs as guard uses a drive that looks like a heat gun to scan their faces then their eyes to verify their identities. After validating their identities, they're let through the gate by the guards, and the driver parks the car, and the two get out; the Captain proceeds towards the basses cash cage where the base's money is stored. Captain Hoshi walks inside the building; he has his ID and fingers scanned by a guard, then walks into a back room of the building where he sits an elevator which he enters and takes underground.

The elevator slowly descends through a dark narrow elevator shaft that descends through the granite mountain until after several meters of rock light starts to fill the windows of the elevator as a large cavernous cavity comes into view, revealing a large space with dark blue ocean water in its middle sparkling under the artificial light. With twenty large, oddly shaped dark grey submarines moored along the floating docks that line sides of the cavern, a large old submarine from WWII was moored at the end of the underground marina unloading boxes of food and materials from its old hanger that stood above its large riveted hull. As sailors got off the sub and others got back on. Simultaneously, overhead cranes moved along their overhead tracks mounted into the ceiling above, moving several type zero seaplane fighters from their maintenance hangers at the read of the facility onto the submarines below. While another cargo sub slowly departed the base, its hatched sealed as it approached the front of the large pool and submerged where it sailed out into the Piikalan Prosperity sea where it would hug the Piikalan coast until it reached Vietnam where it would refill with supplies and a fresh crew to take to the base. Captain Hoshi, upon reaching the bottom of the shaft, steps out of the elevator where he's treated by his First mate Ivanov Karine a Russian woman from the Piikalan territory of Siberia who greets him with a bow and says in Piikalan, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Captain Kaumi. I hope you had a present trip to the home islands for your wife's graduation from officers school, sir!" "Thank you, Captain second class Ivanov. I hope you had some good R and R back home in Vladivostok. Now, what's the status of the reloading of the Merdeka?" says Captain Hoshi. "Thak you, sir. I had a good break back home and am ready to serve for the emperor, sir! The Merdeka is being loaded up on schedule as we speak. Captain all crew is also accounted for, sir!" says Captain second class Ivanov. "Good, I want the Merdeka to be loaded up ad ready to depart by the next high tide at 21:00 tonight. Inform the crew of our nearing departure Captain Ivanov." "Yes, sir! Long live the holy emperor!" says Captain Ivanov as she bows to Captain Hoshi.

[The Union of British North America]

Lobby of the OAS Building, Mexico City
Dean Fairchild, All-Union Minister of External and United Commonwealth Affairs, was used to being hammered by reporters. He was a politician, and a politician dangled answers like treats or food to a pack of wild animals. There were the sympathetic outlets, and there were the ones out to undermine and critique every god damn last detail, all for points to score back home.

His NAUPOL protection team looked on in the crowd for any troublemakers, as well as the OAS security forces. Some Mexico City police were checking on some diplomatic plates at the front desk of the lobby.

Fairchild carefully gave slightly deflecting answers to reporters' questions on the Ursula Affair and the recent military flashpoint until he was asked by a Piikalan press member, judging by the flag on his nametag. He said he was from the Rising Sun newspaper, and he asked about the leaked diplomatic cables.

"I am afraid you have been misinformed by your sources about any diplomatic leaks, Mr...." responded Fairchild. Flashes of photography continued to attack the External Affairs Minister. He must look cool and composed, to anyone, to any political or media interests. This guy was bluffing; lots of reporters like to catch someone off guard.

Rising Sun International Affairs reporter Chu Tan says in British accented English, "I am Mr. Chu Tan from the Rising Suns Phillidelphia office. I have received information from my colleagues in the Imperial States that would prove otherwise Minister Fairchild." Mr. Chu, while talking, pulls out a document from his sachel bag he has next to him and continues saying, "This document I have here is from your Ministry and clearly states to be expecting company from M13 who are to be stationed at your embassy in Aragon as 'sanitation workers.' With you yourself, minister saying in this record to not interfere with them and let them do their job for the crown." Mr. Chu then hands the minister a copy of a series of emails between the Ministry's staff and diplomats time-stamped several months ago. The agent's names are clearly mentioned in the document. With a small Wikileaks icon in the upper right-hand corner of the document. Mr. Chu then pulls out a large binder full of papers and says, "Would you care to have me read the summary of the rest of these papers to everyone, Minister Fairchild?"


Mexico City, Mexico
Organization of American States Building
Delegation Offices Floor, South American Office, Infront of the Printer room
5:02 PM, 16th of February, 2020


Piikalan Agent Mei Liang carefully mopped the marble-floored hallway near the printer room. Mei Liang worked for the past six months as a janitor at the OAS building in Mexico, where she quickly became a common sight for the workers at the building. With Mei Ling having arrived in Mexico under a forged La Platan credentials as a Sakura Nakajima from Buenos Aires, upon arriving in Mexico, she got Mexican citizenship and credentials for her work at the OAS building, easily passing their background checks and security interviews all for the next few minutes of work. Suddenly a tired-looking younger woman who Mei Liang knew worked as the speechwriter for the Langenian delegation walked into the printer room and closed the door behind her. Mei Liang suddenly went into action, carefully adding some extra soap to her mopping bucket; she then starts to mop the door outside of the printing room with the slippery of soap and water. Mei Liang then carefully works her way down the hallway mopping it thoroughly, acting like she's just doing her normal job. Suddenly, the printer room door opens, and the lady steps onto the floor, taking a few steps before she slips and falls, causing her papers to go flying into the air. Mei Liang suddenly springs into action, rushing over to the young woman talking in a La Platan accented Spanish she asks the young woman if she's alright. While helping her collect her spilled papers, Mei Liang pulls out several papers outlining the UBC's spying actions in Langenia and several emails and links to phone call recordings where UBC diplomats and UBC government workers make fun of and insult the Langnain government and its military leaders in particular. Mei Liang then helps the woman up, handing her the papers she picked up.

Lobby of the OAS Building, Mexico City
Dean Fairchild looked down at the correspondent's paper stack in his hand. He had received intelligence earlier from GCSE and MI3 that was potentially a data breach that was originally thought to have been limited to several NAU defence contractors, though intelligence officers were somewhat convinced that External Affairs servers that were connected to the contractors' servers (for defence exports planning) were also compromised due to a time-limited worm virus that could have spread. This attack was more than Wikileaks' work.

But of course, this guy could be bluffing about the extent of data and documents gathered. He even had him on script saying something about damn spies in Aragon, but he couldn't remember if he said it or the chief of MI3 at the time. But if Wikileaks is behind this breach, and this guy is just trying to embarrass the NAU and United Commonwealth at the summit, serving his own masters, but possibly also assisting Langenia? Piikala is the next greatest rival to the United Commonwealth, but if they are working together then this changes things. But from the looks of things of Chu's stack of papers. Those were official. Damn.

"Mr. Chu, if those are official NAU diplomatic documents released by Wikileaks, then I wonder when they will publish unflattering words of Piikalan officials? Will you jump to the defence of your state bankrollers and help them discredit the reports, being the mouthpiece of an authoritarian regime, or will you try being a real journalist instead of harassing people and being a propagandist?" Fairchild walked away briskly with his security detail towards the elevator while the OAS security guards assembled in front of the press corps with arms stretched out as they all asked questions of the NAU Minister of External Affairs. The rest of the press corps also started asking Mr. Chu questions, asking if those are real diplomatic cables and his opinion on future Wikileaks releases. Phone calls were also made to media headquarters in nations all over the world of potential Wikileaks releases.
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Mexico City, Mexico
Organization of American States Building
Delegation Offices Floor, North American Office, Suite A
5:15 PM, 16th of February, 2020

"God damn journalists," said Fairchild as he sat down in front of Hanson's desk. Hanson poured him two fingers of Jameson and gave it to him, and Fairchild happily agreed. "Sir, I would not worry too much about it. If it is Wikileaks, then they will have words from Piikalan officials released as well, and this guy will look bad in front of everyone in the press corps and won't dare show his face again," remarked Hanson. "But this is not Wikileaks, Hanson. There was a data breach, a hacking, something more than what Wikileaks can do. Hacking of defence contractors in the NAU, and it apparently spread to External Affairs. He has me on record approving of...personnel transfers to Aragon," whispered Fairchild in the lowest possible way, but the room was soundproof and NAU security made hourly checks for bugs and for when important officials were at the OAS building. There were even guards from NAUPOL who were of course carrying concealed handguns under their beige overcoats.

Hanson did not go into that aspect of Fairchild's description of apparent leaks but knew what he meant. Of course, it is a shocker that a country sends spies to another country when it is discovered, but everyone sends spies. He would not be surprised if Chu and his associates at the Rising Sun rag in Philly were Piikalan spies or had connections. NAUPOL Special Branch would keep an eye on them from now on, he suspected.

"Hanson, I think there is more at play here than just recent spats and rows between us and the Langies over spits of land and fishing rights. I think our rival from across the great western blue is involved. The timing is too perfect. Watch out for anything here. I'm expecting trouble soon," said Fairchild.

"The situation in the Caribbean is stable then?" asked Hanson. He was of course referring to the near breakout of hostilities between RNAAF and Langenian Air Force planes over Trinidad. "For now, Langenia can't afford to look bad, but the evidence would point to them instigating this with this exercise so close to Trinidad. They would have bugged out, but they chose at the last minute," said Fairchild. Hanson sighed. "Well, we can use this against them if they try to play any cards. Furia and his foreign minister will be here in a few days, and the PM will be here too and will meet with the Supreme Leader of Langenia,"

"Plus," began Fairchild, as he opened up a briefcase and produced a transcript, "We have this." He gave the transcript to Hanson who started reading it. It was partially intercepted communications between the Caesar and the Langenia capital, Aragon. There were several identified (by voice) Langie head honchos of La Fuerza, the ruling class of Langenia in bed with the security services and military. Furia included. There was an argument as to whether to cancel the exercise and the planes heading for Trinidad. But it was hard to tell Furia's intentions and of his military officers who were advising him at the time.

The question on the NAU's security and military advisors' minds was whether Furia was going off the deep end or just overly enthusiastic and wanting a reason to go to war.
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OAS Building,
General Assembly Chamber
17th of February, 2021
7:55 am

The assembled permanent representatives of the various nations of the Western Hemisphere were shuffling about the chamber, talking with each other or with their staff as they gradually found their seats. Hanson entered with an entourage. In the middle of the chamber was a large circular table. The 'front' was where the Secretary-General of the OAS chaired summits. This summit was to be a three-tiered diplomatic engagement. First, there would be the diplomatic-level negotiations among permanent representatives that set up skeletons and agendas for the OAS to consider and resolve upon, which was followed by the ministerial meetings to finalize and conduct more bilateral approaches and build coalitions for the votes on things later on. Finally, the heads of government meeting essentially gives symbolic force to OAS resolutions and to promote American peace and unity, which was coming more and more into question now due to NAU-Langenian disputes. The military fiasco has so far been downplayed fairly well, but the Ursula Affair had drawn a line in the sand for several Latin American countries. Mexico was a steadfast ally, as are La Plata and Chile, while Langenia had Brazilian and Bolivian support. Peru and the rest of the Central American countries were neutral so far but were fearful of the disruption of peace and trade in the Caribbean and the Canal.

As everyone took their seats, Hanson looked around the circle. The Langies gave him the stink-eye and death glares, but that seemed normal. The NAU delegates exuded their stiff-upper-lip-ness that exuded both confidence and some arrogance, but the arrogance was understandable. The NAU and UC are at the table. If anything is to be done, it needs NAU support.

The Secretary-General began with a short speech calling for unity. After it ended, Langenia elected to make an opening statement on what should be done at this summit.

[Piikala]

Lobby of the OAS Building, Mexico City
Dean Fairchild looked down at the correspondent's paper stack in his hand. He had received intelligence earlier from GCSE and MI3 that was potentially a data breach originally thought to have been limited to several NAU defense contractors. However, intelligence officers were somewhat convinced that External Affairs servers connected to the contractors' servers (for defense exports planning) were also compromised due to a time-limited worm virus that could have spread. This attack was more than Wikileaks' work.

But of course, this guy could be bluffing about the extent of data and documents gathered. He even had him on script saying something about damn spies in Aragon, but he couldn't remember if he said it or the chief of MI3 at the time. But if Wikileaks is behind this breach, and this guy is just trying to embarrass the NAU and United Commonwealth at the summit, serving his own masters and possibly assisting Langenia? Piikala is the next greatest rival to the United Commonwealth, but if they work together, this changes things. But from the looks of things of Chu's stack of papers. Those were official. Damn.

"Mr. Chu, if those are official NAU diplomatic documents released by Wikileaks, then I wonder when they will publish unflattering words of Piikalan officials? Will you jump to the defense of your state bankrollers and help them discredit the reports, being the mouthpiece of an authoritarian regime, or will you try being a real journalist instead of harassing people and being a propagandist?" Fairchild walked away briskly with his security detail towards the elevator. The OAS security guards assembled in front of the press corps with arms stretched out as they all asked questions of the NAU Minister of External Affairs. The rest of the press corps also asked Mr. Chu questions, asking real diplomatic cables and his opinion on future Wikileaks releases. Phone calls were also made to media headquarters in nations all over the world of potential Wikileaks releases.
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Lobby of the OAS Building, Mexico City
Chu Tan responds to the questions from reporters, saying, "I was given the link to these documents by my boss in Philidelphia and had no idea how she got the documents. Also, as a journalist, I am just trying to do my best to bring out the truth about what is happening in the world for my paper readers around my country. I am just doing the job of any journalist."


Mexico City, Mexico
Oriental Pagoda(a Piikalan luxry hotel chain)
Business suite, Office, Golden Lotus Sweet
6:15 PM, 16th of February, 2020


Chu Tan walked into the small office of his hotel room, stretching out his arms. He walks to the room where he walks up to his computer opening up his email and opens up a small binder filled with copies of the documents. He then emails his boss in Philadelphia, informing them of how the interview went. He then closes his email and opens and Scroll Book(Piikalan Microsoft) document, and works writing his article.

Changya-dong, Piikalan Province of Koryo
Naval Radar station 12790
Submarine berth 2398
21:00, 17th of February, 2020

The Merdeka slowly prepares to depart from her berth. Her crew passed tow ropes to several small tugs to pull the boat away from its slip and turn it around to leave port. Meanwhile, Captain Kaumi Hoshi does a walkthrough of his sub inspecting the hatches and the two large hanger doors where sit in its middle several large structures covered in a dark black canvas cloth that's strapped down to the hanger floor. Captain Hoshi orders subsequent closing of the hangers door that is rapidly closed by electric motors that turn its doors on its hinges and locks into place with hydraulic locks. Upon the door closing, Captain Hoshi walks through the hangers walking around the canvas-covered objects and into the back of the hanger, where he turns open a large valve opening the door with a slight hiss, and slides it to the side, and closes it again. After closing the door behind him, he opens a small gate, steps onto the ladder, and climbs down two stories to the sub's bridge in the center of the sub's three-story-high main body. Captain Hoshi then steps off the ladder and opens a gate closing it behind him and opens the door, and closes it behind him with a hiss. Revealing a large bridge with a 360-degree screen with the view from outside the sub showing the tugs that prepare to pull the ship out from its bridge. Several crew members sit on several chairs, looking at several large monitors watching the subs nuclear reactor status, and checking the ship's internal systems. Captain Hoshi sat in a large swiveling room at the center, monitoring his crew, who sat around him, ensuring that everything was ready for departure. After a few minutes, he orders the sub's launching that's proceeded by disconnecting the Merdekas ropes from the docks; the tugs pull the subway and turn it around for launch. Captain Hoshi then orders the closing of all of the sub's outer hatches and submerging the sub that rapidly dives down and starts to move forward. While Subs sonar operator carefully monitors the surrounding environment around the sub checking to ensure the titanic submersible wouldn't crash into the sides of the tunnel as it pushed out to sea.

After several tense minutes, the sub leaves the tunnel and enters into the Piikalan Prosperity sea. Captain Hoshi orders the subs Antena deployed, which slowly unspools from the sub and floats to the surface where the sub gets its GPS coordinates, weather, tides, etc. With the data that came in a special message that read:

To: IPNV(Imperial Piikalan Naval Vessel) Merdeka
From: War Pagoda Black Department(Piikalan military section that works with the Piikalan Kempeitai or Piikalan intelligence)
Security Level: Imperial Dragon(Captain first class and above)
Encryption: Black(max encryption used for Piikalan subs)
Message:
page 45
2829374893245986953230556775356667876455668899752355098765432347657769845765324875780986542287654766796543807653456935686543456786556877654412334545655768980909876656786535678976543456798765348765358765333476543457653457909898712345098761234098761234560987652376509898989823456098654345

Upon receiving the message, Captain Hoshi has it printed onto a piece of paper, then gets up out of his chair and goes to the back of the bridge where he enters a combination into the safe. Upon opening the safe, he pulls out a black colored book and flips to page 45, which reads in traditional Piikala:

1283348392847983024397483029898490384989083948023943094012032129930049493910283399200110394884892001029394883493023990321093034783729984942982049382385984038495798422084745682938473857388374382791097837930283474382938749338020294836378375833847838478382084750297342872386428364688273788

Captain Hoshi then proceeds to add up the numbers then adds up the sum of every two numbers together to get a letter from the Piikalan alphabet, which translates into the following message in English:

Proceed to the Piikalan State of Kuminatang to the island of Shangashekshima(Taiwan it's called this in honor of the Chinese Republic Leader who died in the Sino Piikalan wars final battle on the island with his ally Mao Zedong falling in the Battle of Hainan (which the Piikalans named Zedongshima) days later.) Turn southwest and to Cape horn. Launch attack on March 7th at 18:00 attack targets: Chu, Tan, Liang, and Chen. Banzai!!!

Upon receiving this order, Captain Hoshi orders a course that will take them along the Piikalan coastline down China's coast towards the islands.