Peacekeeping work in Azadistani expat towns overseas

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

[OOC: The Combined Arms Brigades are defending potential landing sites: I'll write about them ICly if anything comes up.

How large are the competing navies?]

ICPF & ICAn
Gloria in Maere

By order of the ICPF Director-General for International Policy & Financing

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Announcement of ICPF International Policy in Azadistan

By the authority vested to the ICPF Council as per the ICPF Reboot Protocol and thence, by at least three votes in the Council, to the International Commonwealth Agency by the Council and Continued Panessian Confidence, the International Commonwealth Agency has taken charge as Director-General of the International Policy & Financing on a wide remit including non-domestic law and lawyers, diplomacy and diplomats, strategy and strategists, customs and tariffs, and the financing of the ICPF, as required to take charge and properly effect the defence of Azadistan, its trade, and to conduct the war against La Crosa Fedora (LCF).

For these purposes the International Commonwealth Agency, as Director-General, has appointed three Director-Consuls for three offices to apportion these responsibilities:

Admiral Earl Pontiff, Director-General of the International Cross Military HQ, as Director-Consul for the Azadistan War Office

Marquis Dr. Matthew Whittingrey, Ambassador to the CIC, as Director-Consul for the Azadistan Foreign Office

Marquess Dr. Adara Ange, a Deputy Director of Peacekeeping in the International Cross Finance Policy Division, as Director-Consul for the Azadistan Exchequer.

This administration shall be directed from ACS Peacebringer, a Peacemaker-class Hypercarrier with appropriate office facilities, currently part of the Aestorian Battle Fleet protecting the coast of Azadistan.

The International Commonwealth Agency has further approved supplementary salaries for Azadistan civil servants and employees now working under these agencies up to $100,000 per person per year.

To ensure the safety of the International Administration the Aestorian Commonwealth has landed an Expeditionary Corps in Azadistan comprising one Combined Arms Division and one Infantry Division; the latter is defending the Azadistan capital and air facilities.

The International Cross has flown in the International Cross Flying Medical Squadron to provide immediate health assistance. Further Peacekeeping forces have been dispatched.

As soon as it is practical the War Office intends to establish a ground-based Air Defence Flotilla, of some 700 or so aircraft, in the near future; in the interim the Battle Fleet has put up combat air patrols at a radius substantially in excess of 1000 km.

A further Battle Fleet has moved, with similar combat air patrols, to assist in the total blockade of LCF. The total naval forces committed both to the defence of Azadistan and to the blockade amount to c. 200 ships, including eleven carriers.

These force are on loan to the International Cross, who have further loaned them to the Azadistan War Office within the ICPF.

As a matter of formality, we have also, on behalf of the Aestorian Commonwealth, recognized hostilities with LCF.

We also confirm the rescindment of existent communications from the ICPF, which should no longer be regarded to be in force pending their replacement and the reboot.

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RHT=PK^7-3
His Serene Maharaja=Anax=Inquisitor, Pope=President=Princips=Palatine=Patriarch Richard VII "Hajim-Rik" Terforton=Pirnzak; Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs Plenipotentary=Viceroy, Prime Minister, Panessos & Commonwealth

The Aestorian Alphabet Class Light Cruiser was ubiquitous. Indeed it was the second most common ship in the Commonwealth, with hundreds of them, although the batches were fast loosing commonality, especially as stealth became de-rigueur on new lighter craft. This was one of the larger ones: spacious, 6000 tonnes; sleek and high-powered, capable of 37 knots at a pinch; it had a manned and unmanned helicopter bay, RHIBs, a paraphernalia of radar and sonar and even torpedoes, conventional 6x20 mm CIWS, point-defence missiles, and a couple of triple-purpose twin 100mm T-200 Polepen guns; and for the offensive capacity, a 25-cell VLS with missiles that could manage up to 250 km if they didn't have to break the sound barrier.

It would have been a large ship in a tiny navy. As it was it was a tiny ship in a large navy, barely large enough to escape the classification of Corvette. (Indeed, some of the earliest batches of the class had not escaped the classification). But, thought the Captain, Sir Benjamin Styles, you couldn’t have everything. And what he did have was a roving brief, free from the monotony of picket duty while the Admiral had all the fun of trying to divide his fleet in the most effective fashion to control the enemy coast. True, thought Benjamin, this was a roving brief to “patrol vessels in the vicinity of the blockade and exclusion zone”: the second most boring command (although, who could call commanding a ship boring?). But his orders contained that wonderful final sentence: “and to pursue any enemy or advantage as you see fit”.

It was always a good sentence to get. But, more mundane hospital ship first.

“Put me in on the helicopter’s loudspeaker”, he said, picking up the microphone from the bridge as he watched on the monitor as the helicopter, far away over the horizon from his command, approached the supposed hospital ship, its directional loudspeaker moving into communications range. Then he spoke.

“By order of the, International Commonwealth Agency,” (he couldn’t remember exactly what hat he was speaking under) “the Aestorian Commonwealth, and the Azadistan War Office, your hospital ship is hereby required to stand by for an inspection”. (Might as well do the blockade properly).

His message was also repeated on an international shipping frequency. Two methods were better than one.

[Freikorps Geier]

[OOC: The Combined Arms Brigades are defending potential landing sites: I'll write about them ICly if anything comes up.

How large are the competing navies?]


“Put me in on the helicopter’s loudspeaker”, he said, picking up the microphone from the bridge as he watched on the monitor as the helicopter, far away over the horizon from his command, approached the supposed hospital ship, its directional loudspeaker moving into communications range. Then he spoke.

“By order of the, International Commonwealth Agency,” (he couldn’t remember exactly what hat he was speaking under) “the Aestorian Commonwealth, and the Azadistan War Office, your hospital ship is hereby required to stand by for an inspection”. (Might as well do the blockade properly).

His message was also repeated on an international shipping frequency. Two methods were better than one.

[OOC: My navy is practically non-existent. Aside from cargo ships, the only military vessels we have are 12 semi-submersible suicide bomber boats and 1 electric submarine made in the USSR.]

The hospital ship once again comes to a stop, this time much more sudden, stopping just short of the light cruiser.

"What the hell? Who do you think you are! Telling us we can go and then ordering us to stop! That's against safety codes!" the captain shouted into the radio. "We are a hospital ship and not a military vessel. Boarding us is an act of aggression against a hospital ship and a violation of international law. We once again demand that you cease blockading us from our current course, or we will file a complaint with the international community. Over."

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

It was never a good idea to try to tell an Aestorian about International Law. International Law was the only thing that held their country together, so they knew it back to front. Especially when they had the "Compendium of Maritime Law" in a Blue Folder in front of them.

And in a country which devoted even more of its budget to education than it did to health, it was inevitable that the population was too clever by half.

"World Assembly Resolution no. 181, 'Repeal Medical Blockade Restriction', repealed a resolution on the grounds that the World Assembly was - I quote -:

APPALLED that such a provision effectively negates the purpose of a blockade, in the sense that any vessel, regardless of its intended content, can be granted free passage through a blockade, so long as it contains medical supplies and personnel.

Subsequently a new resolution, by the same author, no. 186, was put in place that the WA, I quote -:

PROHIBITS the blocking of any transport that is conveying medical supplies and/or professional medical personnel; however, any transport that is attempting to convey any product besides the aforementioned is not covered under the provisions of this resolution.

It is clearly necessary for us to search to determine whether the transport is conveying anything which is not medical. The resolution further stated that the WA, and I quote -:

CHARGES the World Health Authority and national health organizations with the following duties:
[...] b. Dispensing medical supplies and professional medical personnel transported under these terms among the populace of the blockaded member-nation on a per-needs basis, ensuring that said medical supplies are used for non-military, medical purposes, and said professional medical personnel are not assigned to military positions.

This requires that we, functioning as part of a national health organization, ensure that medical supplies are used for non-military purposes, which also requires we search you.

So, we're not ordering you to stop, but we are ordering you to allow us to search," finished the Captain.

He turned of the microphone for a few seconds and tittered with sudden laughter. There was something slightly absurd, and faintly comic, about having a legal argument by microphone in the middle of the ocean. The he turned the microphone on again.

"Complain all you like, it's not an act of aggression and it's not illegal."

Then, as the helicopter closed in and he waited for a reply, and he started to become suspicious and paranoid. He turned the microphone off.

"Fire up a drone. I want an aerial inspection first before we put people in harm's way."

[Freikorps Geier]

It was never a good idea to try to tell an Aestorian about International Law. International Law was the only thing that held their country together, so they knew it back to front. Especially when they had the "Compendium of Maritime Law" in a Blue Folder in front of them.

And in a country which devoted even more of its budget to education than it did to health, it was inevitable that the population was too clever by half.

"World Assembly Resolution no. 181, 'Repeal Medical Blockade Restriction', repealed a resolution on the grounds that the World Assembly was - I quote -:

APPALLED that such a provision effectively negates the purpose of a blockade, in the sense that any vessel, regardless of its intended content, can be granted free passage through a blockade, so long as it contains medical supplies and personnel.

Subsequently a new resolution, by the same author, no. 186, was put in place that the WA, I quote -:

PROHIBITS the blocking of any transport that is conveying medical supplies and/or professional medical personnel; however, any transport that is attempting to convey any product besides the aforementioned is not covered under the provisions of this resolution.

It is clearly necessary for us to search to determine whether the transport is conveying anything which is not medical. The resolution further stated that the WA, and I quote -:

CHARGES the World Health Authority and national health organizations with the following duties:
[...] b. Dispensing medical supplies and professional medical personnel transported under these terms among the populace of the blockaded member-nation on a per-needs basis, ensuring that said medical supplies are used for non-military, medical purposes, and said professional medical personnel are not assigned to military positions.

This requires that we, functioning as part of a national health organization, ensure that medical supplies are used for non-military purposes, which also requires we search you.

So, we're not ordering you to stop, but we are ordering you to allow us to search," finished the Captain.

He turned of the microphone for a few seconds and tittered with sudden laughter. There was something slightly absurd, and faintly comic, about having a legal argument by microphone in the middle of the ocean. The he turned the microphone on again.

"Complain all you like, it's not an act of aggression and it's not illegal."

Then, as the helicopter closed in and he waited for a reply, and he started to become suspicious and paranoid. He turned the microphone off.

"Fire up a drone. I want an aerial inspection first before we put people in harm's way."

"Well, if you aren't ordering us to stop..." the captain said slyly. At once, the hospital ship once again proceeds rapidly forward, closing the gap between it and the cruiser. "We already have been given the "go-ahead" by the nation leading this blockade. As such, we are continuing with our mission. If you don't like that, file a complaint with your ally. "Santa Maria" out."

[Azadistan-land of the free]

Planes camoflagued to blend in with the sky have sent paratroopers from the SAS into the capital and they have currently split up with half of them throwing grenades at millitary installations and the other half looking for the cartel headquarters with both of them reporting back on any information they find.

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

[OOC: Freikorps - as I briefly mentioned, the light cruiser is over the horizon. It is therefore far away. Feel free to edit your post, and I'll edit my response into this one.

LCF, if you have any OOC issues about the fight, let me know and I'll be happy to edit/clarify.]

Peacemaker Class Carrier

The Peacemaker Class Carrier is a wonder of modern engineering, capable of operating large strategic aircraft, capable of carrying flying boats; it iscapable of dominating oceans like never before. But it has one secret which gives it the absolute edge: the battlefield command centre. Hidden beyond the doors marked only ‘keep out’, ‘secret’, ‘authorized personnel only’, ‘strictly private’, ‘no admittance’, and ‘turn back at once’, and finally 'broom cupboard'; there lies a vast and well-lit room, two floors high and a fourty by fifty meters in size; quite something even in a ship of this size. There is the quiet hum of the displays that cover the walls and ceiling and the quiet burbling chatter of casual groups of dozens operations officers, some standing and some sliding on wheeling seats, all wearing goggled masks which made the place look like it was under a gas attack, and all gesturing and pointing and conducting an invisible orchestra of invisible objects scattered all over the room; and no legacy technology anywhere in sight. The only other things to look at are the crosses on the floor.

Put on the masks, and you can see it: augmented reality maps with individualized layers, updated from reconaissance and satellites, the officers directing aircraft, marking targets, assigning forces, and flying missiles; each drone and missile the smallest speck of dust, each soldier standing less than a millimeter tall, each plane a triangle at most a centimeter in size; friendlies in blue, enemies in red, foliage in a dirty yellow; a theatre of war unfolding like a giant computer game. (Here, the crosses on the floor come into their own, helping to make the motion-sensor adjustments faster, as otherwise people could get sick if they moved their head too fast).

In this particular case it was rather like a giant multiperson computer game. There were no Ausitorians on the ground yet - to be frank, the paratroopers from Azadistan were too irregular - so the Ausitorians were simply flying drones around, parachuted down from stealth fighter-bombers from far above territorial airspace.

Executing the executors was vindictive but eminently sensible work, thought Captain Mike Stanford, remembering thinking exactly the same thing as he had in Bluewell, as he tapped on the image and an assigned drone swirled round a corner upon some unsuspecting barbarian executor, firing off a short burst before swooping straight back out of sight, to advance again from yet another angle. A trap? Hah! How could anyone as low-tech as the 'Hats' pull a trap, when the attacker flew around with all the agility of an insect?

This was how to fight a modern war: scores of these drones, a squadron of stealth fighters on hand to refuel them, and a lot of cameras, ammunition, and supercomputers.

Every minute, hundreds of rounds were rained down upon an unfortunate enemy: and these were no unguided attacks, but attacks upon every enemy they could identify from the sky, and against every enemy who dared to return fire upon them; instantly triangulated, identified, and plotted by the the “Death Cloud Computers”, and instantly targeted, sometimes even by bullets which were already airbourne and simply waiting for targets to present themselves. There might be no Ausitorians physically on the battlefield, but there were thousands in the airwaves to direct the war in a way that truly emphasized the digital pre-eminence of Ausitoria; fighting with all the ferocious speed that the Ausitorians were accustomed to. This, they had decided, was the future of war: ever-decreasing numbers of actual soldiers, ever more deadly machines.

This was the first time they had fought such a battle entirely without soldiers. It was the first time they were fighting person-to-person from the skies alone. And they were loving it. Never again would they need to try to use a fighter aircraft to pick out targets in a crowd. Never again would they need to run the risk of airmen downed over a hostile city.

The only problem was the refueling, and the LCF might be distracted, but exactly how good was their air defence? A squadron, much further out, was patrolling with anti-radiation missiles ready to supress enemy radar; and the Angel II had good stealth characteristics from most angles, but restraining a country from the air was always a logistical nightmare, and this was hardly going to win the war on its own...

[Freikorps Geier]

[OOC: I edited it. Btw, what happened to La Cosa Fedora? Is he even still in this fight?]

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

[OOC: Probably busy. I know plenty of very good RPers who can take a month to reply - it gives them time to think and write about their posts, so no need to rush.]

“They’ve transferred power to the ICPF,” replied the Captain, laconically. “And I’ve been authorized by the ICPF to do searches. So we’re going to search you.”

He then switched his microphone off.

“Make smoke,” he said. By the time the ship arrived anywhere near - which would probably take a few hours - he would have a suitable smokescreen to hide in if he wanted too.

[Azadistan-land of the free]

[OOC: Probably busy. I know plenty of very good RPers who can take a month to reply - it gives them time to think and write about their posts, so no need to rush.]

“They’ve transferred power to the ICPF,” replied the Captain, laconically. “And I’ve been authorized by the ICPF to do searches. So we’re going to search you.”

He then switched his microphone off.

“Make smoke,” he said. By the time the ship arrived anywhere near - which would probably take a few hours - he would have a suitable smokescreen to hide in if he wanted too.

Queen Sophia: thank you for searching their ship.

[Azadistan-land of the free]

The army,navy and airforce are patrolling to prevent civilians of Azadistani forces from being robbed.

[Freikorps Geier]

"Those tenacious bastards..." sighed the captain. "Second lieutenant Ronaldo, prepare the "gambit", and make sure it isn't too far below the waterline. First lieutenant Enrico, keep that cruiser to our starboard at all times." the captain ordered. The captain says to himself, "Those world assembly idiots always fill their heads with images of a clean righteous war. It's time to show these idealist just how it really is.".

[OOC: A short bio on the captain is in order, especially since it's getting tiring to constantly refer to him as "captain".]

Captain Nicholas Krauser

Picture of Nicholas Krauser, then 18, 1968

Nicholas Krauser, born June 8th 1950, is a naval captain of the Freikorps. He was a child prodigy when it came to geometry and maritime law, and was even able to enter college at 14 based on his merits. After he graduated college, he enlisted in the officer corps of the then newly founded Freikorps Coastal Rescue and Defense Corps (CRDC), and entered into the corps as an ensign. Although a highly competent naval officer, the internal political structure of the Freikorps military kept him from rising above the rank of captain. But now in the present day his chance to rise in rank has come, and he is none too eager to see it happen. Taking command of the former hospital ship "Santa Maria", he intends to prove himself in battle, and hopefully rise to the rank robbed of him by internal politics.

[Azadistan-land of the free]

"Those tenacious bastards..." sighed the captain. "Second lieutenant Ronaldo, prepare the "gambit", and make sure it isn't too far below the waterline. First lieutenant Enrico, keep that cruiser to our starboard at all times." the captain ordered. The captain says to himself, "Those world assembly idiots always fill their heads with images of a clean righteous war. It's time to show these idealist just how it really is.".

[OOC: A short bio on the captain is in order, especially since it's getting tiring to constantly refer to him as "captain".]

Captain Nicholas Krauser

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Picture of Nicholas Krauser, then 18, 1968

Nicholas Krauser, born June 8th 1950, is a naval captain of the Freikorps. He was a child prodigy when it came to geometry and maritime law, and was even able to enter college at 14 based on his merits. After he graduated college, he enlisted in the officer corps of the then newly founded Freikorps Coastal Rescue and Defense Corps (CRDC), and entered into the corps as an ensign. Although a highly competent naval officer, the internal political structure of the Freikorps military kept him from rising above the rank of captain. But now in the present day his chance to rise in rank has come, and he is none too eager to see it happen. Taking command of the former hospital ship "Santa Maria", he intends to prove himself in battle, and hopefully rise to the rank robbed of him by internal politics.

Airforce and navy surround the ship demanding surrender.
Captain Dawud:surrender and we will treat well under the Geneva Convention,refuse and die!

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

[Out-of-character/canon (OOC): Azadistan, please don’t take this the wrong way, but there is a distinction between you and the nation and people you write about. Although you know what other people write, your nation and your people have absolutely no visible way of knowing. How could they know? They are not on the ship?

In-character/canon (IC):]

On the ship the Ausitorian Captain was similarly speaking to a lieutenant. “So you’re telling me we can’t scan the ship.”

“Too old, too much lead.”

“What is the point of having modern drones if they can’t see through old ships?”

“Well, as the world becomes more modern, they’ll improve in capability. But yes, they leave something to be desired.”

The Captain sighed.

“So, thermal’s a no. Magnetic... yeah, like that’s going to give any resolution. How about intelligence? Surely we must have some? Go back through the satellite shots, where did the ship come from?”

“That may take a while, sir,” replied a Cadet. “How about trying to think of things a medical ship would definitely have?”

“MRI, that sort of stuff? That might work, see if we can probe a resonant frequency,” replied the Captain. “Let’s make them glow with radar.”

“How about a neutron detector?” asked the lieutenant.

“Like they’d have a detectable quantity of radiopharmaceuticals,” replied the captain.

“Any evidence of vehicles or guns inside the ship?” asked the cadet.

“Ooh, that’s an idea,” replied the captain. “We all know that we can sniff explosives from the air.”

“The trouble is the whole area’s contaminated by war,” pointed out the lieutenant.

“Yes, and we don’t have the sniffers on the drone anyway. Um,” replied the Captain.

“Hang on, if they have tanks hidden, those will show up on a magnetic anomaly detector,” said the lieutenant.

“If we triangulate them. Ask the carrier to send a couple of maritime patrol planes along,” decided the Captain.

“Wait, we can just take their magnetism from different directions from a helicopter, no need for fixed aircraft,” repled the cadet.

“Good point. Get me a line to Charlie. Good brainstorming session, guys. Ah, Charlie.”

“Big cruiser to little cruiser!” replied Charlie, from his Fortress Class Cruiser. “Hi Benjamin, how’re things?”

“Fine, thanks. We’ve got a hospital ship which doesn’t want to be searched. Can you get a MAD helicopter along to try to map its insides?”

“Sure thing. They’re bored with sub hunting anyway. Let me see... nearest is seventy kilometers away, ETA... fifteen minutes? How’re you going to triangulate it - take several measurements from different locations?”

“Yeah. Do you have the computing power?”

“Probably, but this’ll need some picky mapping software. Best use the Peacekeeper. I’ll arrange it if you like? Give you the credit for coming up with it. I must say it’s a neat solution. I don’t think it’s come up before now.”

“No, well, it certainly never came up at college. I don’t think there’s ever been a medical ship which was so anxious not to be searched.”

“Yeah, well, on the high seas it’s all a matter of intelligence about who’s slaving. No need for scanning. This is a new one. And a neat solution,” Charlie said, approvingly. “Well, tata for now.”

“Thanks Charlie.”

They hung up.

“Fifteen minutes, and then we scan, and then we should have an image ten minutes later...”

[Azadistan-land of the free]

"Captain Dawud to Librara and Astoria they are obvious lying let's just send troops by parachute on to the plane"
-Azadistani Special Air Service are sent unto the plane to search it and shoot anyone who resists-

[Freikorps Geier]

“Hang on, if they have tanks hidden, those will show up on a magnetic anomaly detector,” said the lieutenant.

"Captain Dawud to Librara and Astoria they are obvious lying let's just send troops by parachute on to the plane"
-Azadistani Special Air Service are sent unto the plane to search it and shoot anyone who resists-

[OOC: I don't want to ruin the RP, but I'm telling you right now that we don't have any tanks on the ship. I mean, how would we store them on it? It's a hospital ship, it doesn't have any internal garages or enough deck space for them. We do have grenades though, so scan for those if you want. Also Azadistan, if you really wanna take that option I won't stop you, but please wait for Libaria and Austoria's permission first, because doing so will mess up both our tempos.]

"I wonder what they're planning.." Krauser ponders. "If I were in their position, I would assume something is fishy and start becoming aggressive. However, if they do that it will seem as though they're trying to sink us rather search us." he says, "Ronaldo, is our little joker card ready?". "It is ready to be activated. But sir, if you don't mind me asking, why did you want us to douse it in bleach?" the lieutenant responds. "Don't worry about that, there's a reason for everything." Krauser says with a smug grin on his face. "Let's close the gap between us, at least until we are in active sonar range. This ship may be old, but she isn't ancient. It's time for these children to play with an older toy.".


EDIT: [OOC:

Airforce and navy surround the ship demanding surrender.
Captain Dawud:surrender and we will treat well under the Geneva Convention,refuse and die!

I missed that post on accident, and now I am going to ignore it on purpose. I mean, you realize doing that basically means handing me a victory, right? The whole shtick is that we're not hospital ship and you guys don't know that. If you tell me to surrender or die you're committing a war crime, and just letting us get away with our own war crime.]

[The United Artherian Federation]

"Those tenacious bastards..." sighed the captain. "Second lieutenant Ronaldo, prepare the "gambit", and make sure it isn't too far below the waterline. First lieutenant Enrico, keep that cruiser to our starboard at all times." the captain ordered. The captain says to himself, "Those world assembly idiots always fill their heads with images of a clean righteous war. It's time to show these idealist just how it really is.".

[OOC: A short bio on the captain is in order, especially since it's getting tiring to constantly refer to him as "captain".]

Captain Nicholas Krauser

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Picture of Nicholas Krauser, then 18, 1968

Nicholas Krauser, born June 8th 1950, is a naval captain of the Freikorps. He was a child prodigy when it came to geometry and maritime law, and was even able to enter college at 14 based on his merits. After he graduated college, he enlisted in the officer corps of the then newly founded Freikorps Coastal Rescue and Defense Corps (CRDC), and entered into the corps as an ensign. Although a highly competent naval officer, the internal political structure of the Freikorps military kept him from rising above the rank of captain. But now in the present day his chance to rise in rank has come, and he is none too eager to see it happen. Taking command of the former hospital ship "Santa Maria", he intends to prove himself in battle, and hopefully rise to the rank robbed of him by internal politics.

Airforce and navy surround the ship demanding surrender.
Captain Dawud:surrender and we will treat well under the Geneva Convention,refuse and die!

OOC
Hip Hip Hurah! Captain AreePee here to save the day. Now Azadistan, like my other comrade said, you can read the message, but your people can't know about unless you have spies aboard (which, you don't. So don't try to say "Yes I did."). See, there's this thing called Secret In-Character, which is what I just explained. Usually when it's not troop movements, declarations of war or a volcanic eruption that everyone knows about, it's Secret IC. Technically, that post and this one:

"Captain Dawud to Librara and Astoria they are obvious lying let's just send troops by parachute on to the plane"
-Azadistani Special Air Service are sent unto the plane to search it and shoot anyone who resists-

should be voided, since, well, that Secret IC thing. Captain AreePee away!

[Azadistan-land of the free]

-SAS search the ship detaining everyone who isn't currently doing medical work-
Colonel Aisha: find out who the ships captain is and get a copy of the Geneva Convention. Remember we must feed them as well as our own soldiers and not treat them like criminals till we get convictions!

[Azadistan-land of the free]

Airforce and navy surround the ship demanding surrender.
Captain Dawud:surrender and we will treat well under the Geneva Convention,refuse and die!

OOC
Hip Hip Hurah! Captain AreePee here to save the day. Now Azadistan, like my other comrade said, you can read the message, but your people can't know about unless you have spies aboard (which, you don't. So don't try to say "Yes I did."). See, there's this thing called Secret In-Character, which is what I just explained. Usually when it's not troop movements, declarations of war or a volcanic eruption that everyone knows about, it's Secret IC. Technically, that post and this one:

"Captain Dawud to Librara and Astoria they are obvious lying let's just send troops by parachute on to the plane"
-Azadistani Special Air Service are sent unto the plane to search it and shoot anyone who resists-

should be voided, since, well, that Secret IC thing. Captain AreePee away!

"Surrender or die" should be voiced because that was specifically about detaining Krauser(who we learnt about through the OOC post) but the other Shall not be voided as it is just about us seeing them continue to move despite a search.

[Freikorps Geier]

[OOC: Ay yi yi, where do I begin? First of all, I already asked you to wait for Libraria and Ausitoria's permission before going ahead with your lil' raid. I'm just gonna ignore it until he shows up and confirms that he is OK with you doing that. Second of all, you are just saying you are doing an action without allowing for further RP and ignoring all logic when doing the action.



That is the ship you are supposedly landing on. It only has 1 suitable landing pad, but that already has a helicopter on it. That means that you would have to your guys rappel down onto it, which takes time. Not only that, but your men would have to do this while the ship is moving at full speed, meaning that the helicopter would have to be moving as well. And don't try to say that they're parachuting onto it because that would be physically impossible. Therefore you would have to use a small helicopter, since a large one would certainly crash into us. A small helicopter, like a Huey for example, can only carry roughly 6 guys excluding the pilots. That's 6 guys versus upwards of 2000 guys, fighting inside of a highly cramped ship, filled to the brim with machine guns, grenades, and RPG's. And yet somehow, your small team is able to detain everyone on board this ship without any resistance what so ever? Quit God modding dude, and wait for Libraria's permission like I said earlier.]

[Azadistan-land of the free]

[OOC: Ay yi yi, where do I begin? First of all, I already asked you to wait for Libraria and Ausitoria's permission before going ahead with your lil' raid. I'm just gonna ignore it until he shows up and confirms that he is OK with you doing that. Second of all, you are just saying you are doing an action without allowing for further RP and ignoring all logic when doing the action.

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That is the ship you are supposedly landing on. It only has 1 suitable landing pad, but that already has a helicopter on it. That means that you would have to your guys rappel down onto it, which takes time. Not only that, but your men would have to do this while the ship is moving at full speed, meaning that the helicopter would have to be moving as well. And don't try to say that they're parachuting onto it because that would be physically impossible. Therefore you would have to use a small helicopter, since a large one would certainly crash into us. A small helicopter, like a Huey for example, can only carry roughly 6 guys excluding the pilots. That's 6 guys versus upwards of 2000 guys, fighting inside of a highly cramped ship, filled to the brim with machine guns, grenades, and RPG's. And yet somehow, your small team is able to detain everyone on board this ship without any resistance what so ever? Quit God modding dude, and wait for Libraria's permission like I said earlier.]

(My small team is not able to but if attacked that will be a signal
Besides I am not godmodding IE controlling Librara I just acted in an emergency on my own initiative as a general)-his 6 men men board board the ship-
Colonel Aisha:Victory or martyrdom!

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

The helicopter was drawing a blank. There was a lot of metal in the ship, but that didn’t prove anything except that there was a lot of metal in the ship.

Jeremy Styles picked up the phone. It looked rather as though they would have to search the ship at a person to person level. Or more preferably, drone to person level, because drones didn’t have families, sentience, or citizenship.

An Alphabet class cruiser, like all Ausitorian ships, had a small number of marines, as befited the size of the ship. Usually this number was rounded up to a platoon. Therefore unsurprisingly, in this case, it was a platoon, of 25 men (and women). More importantly, this meant they had several small drones, about half a meter in size, for military reconaissance purposes.

You might not think this meant they were suitable for searching inside ships and flying up and down corridors. You might have thought that, but then you would not have been Ausitorian.

“Captain Jeremy Styles to Captain Dawud. No, it is not obvious they are lying, if they are lying they probably outnumber you, and you can’t expect to parachute onto a ship which can dodge out of the way. Steer clear and remain in the viscinity in case they surrender.”

He gave the last sentence in a sort-of order form, and then promptly ignored Azadistan. They could commit suicide if they liked, they could parachute into the ocean for a swim and be picked up by his boats later; but he was going to search the ship. By drone. (Or to be slightly more precise, several supercomputers were going to ensure the drone didn’t crash into a wall, while he looked at the camera images).

One of the RHIBs spead closer - 15 kilometers or so should do it - and then loosed off three reconaissance drones, one carrying a gun.

“HMS Harold to Santa Maria. Please open a door to let us in. If you don’t we will blow it open.”

[Freikorps Geier]

"Sir, drones are approaching, dead ahead." informs Enrico. Krauser says to himself, "Don't these guys know when to quit?". Suddenly, a message comes over the radio:

"HMS Harold to Santa Maria. Please open a door to let us in. If you don't we will blow it open."

"Sigh. These guys just won't relent, but drones mean that they're close to us. Enrico, open up a channel to them.". Enrico does so, and Krauser speaks into the radio. "We have decided that, for the safety of our crew, we will allow you to search us. However, we will not allow you to do so with drones. We are already close to your ships, we will let you conduct a manned search once we are side by side to your cruiser. Over."

[Azadistan-land of the free]

Sultan Ahmed: my wife and Chief Justice Of the Azadistani Commonwealth Supreme Court,
Queen Sophia would like to share her opinions about the search.
Queen Sophia:I think that since they are agreeing to be searched without drones, searching with drones would be excessive intimidation. We can send a battleship to go near their ship whilst the Royal Marines and Special Air Service actually conduct the search. And before they have an opportunity to disrupt the search arrest them on suspicion of piracy and treachery(breaking a peace agreement in the form of us not shooting them down since they are allegedly a hospital ship.

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

“Right, we’ll blast the doors open,” decided Benjamin, who had no intention of letting anybody within eyeshot of his extremely fragile ship, a ship with a mission to give without revieving; as he tried to work out how much notice to give the hospital ship. Would twenty seconds suffice? Maybe thirty?

But then Azadistan came through. And a battleship would be fine. Indeed it was virtually the only time in the last fifty years that a battleship had probably been the very best choice for a naval task - with their puny short ranges and absurdly heavy armour, there was not much else they could do. He would make history as the first Commonwealth navy captain in twenty years to relinquish power to a battleship.

“Your Majesty, carry on,” he radiod back.

The only question was, would he die of old age before the battleship caught up with the hospital ship?

[Azadistan-land of the free]

-3 SAS and 3 Royal Navy Police troops were parachuted on to the hospital ship-
Lieutenant Bilqis: right look for weapons above and beyond what a hospital ship would normally carry and looted goods.