We Must Move On: Insaanistan Post-Civil War [IC/Read OP]

[New Antarcticania]

The sultana receives a call, though not exactly stated where said call is from, it does bear the area code of the Sharfari SR

Receiving the call, Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf picked up. He put the phone on speaker phone, as he was now in the meeting room and thought it might be best for all his advisers to hear the contents of the phone call.
“Hello, Salaam,” he said. “Who is this?”

???

The obviously Antartican caller replies with a thick russian accent.
"You need not to know my name, Isanni. Nor can you, my technicans have put a particular emphasis on anonymity in this call. My anonymity, to be exact."

[Mosarat]

“Allah, be praised” The Sultan and Sultana said in unison. “As for the state of our nation our nation is at peace and is one of the Aprican Tigers of the Aprican economy.” The Sultana said. “For our history our history runs parallel to Egypt except for these differences: Mosarat kicked the Woodlawnian occupier in 1922, The Sultanate exists in a constitutional monarchy, and Mosarat is at peace with and has a positive relationship with Kousel the nation most similar to Israel and Palestine.” The Sultan said.

“Allah,” Yusuf said. “The parallels between our world and yours never cease to amaze me.” Finishing the last of his tea, he set the cup down. “Well,” he said, “I’d better return to working, but by all means, finish your tea and sweets before you leave. Salaamu ālaykum.” Standing up, he walked out the door to attend a meeting where he would be briefed on the next foreign dignitaries entering the country, as well as the situation in with the terror problem.

The trio bid farewell to the President and went back to Mosarat. Dr. Alton went to his residence in the city. Once the royals got home to the palace, The Sultana went to the garden and worked on her flowers. The Sultan checked in on his mother Ismailia, the Sultana Mother. He knocked on the door. “You can come in.” she said. The Sultan went in. “Mother.” The Sultan said. The old woman was sitting in her wheelchair by the window. “How are you today?” He asked. “I saw your sister today down in the courtyard.” She said. “Mother, Fawzia has been dead these many years.” He said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen her too. She was twirling around the pillars.” She said. “That’s true. Sometimes I do see her.” The Sultan said. “She was very restless during Gamal’s wedding.” The Sultan remembered back in March everything that happened during his son’s wedding. “I think she was just trying to say hello.” The woman said. “Probably. Has the nurse been taking care of you?” The Sultan asked. “Yes. She’s very nice.” The woman said. “Alright mother.” The Sultan said and kissed the top of her headscarf. The Sultan left the room and went to his office to begin asking the Prime Minister to join the union.

[Insaanistan]

Receiving the call, Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf picked up. He put the phone on speaker phone, as he was now in the meeting room and thought it might be best for all his advisers to hear the contents of the phone call.
“Hello, Salaam,” he said. “Who is this?”

???

The obviously Antartican caller replies with a thick russian accent.
"You need not to know my name, Isanni. Nor can you, my technicans have put a particular emphasis on anonymity in this call. My anonymity, to be exact."

“Ummmm… okay?” said Abdul-Ghaffar, a bit confused. “What is it that you want, exactly?” inquired the Insaani president. Deathly silence fell over the meeting room as everyone strained to hear the conversation better.

[New Antarcticania]

(Image)
???

The obviously Antartican caller replies with a thick russian accent.
"You need not to know my name, Isanni. Nor can you, my technicans have put a particular emphasis on anonymity in this call. My anonymity, to be exact."

“Ummmm… okay?” said Abdul-Ghaffar, a bit confused. “What is it that you want, exactly?” inquired the Insaani president. Deathly silence fell over the meeting room as everyone strained to hear the conversation better.

???

"Yes, but I want another, quiet. From isaanistan, from you, and especially from that psychic sociopath. You deal with your problems, we deal with ours - one hundred-and-eighty days of quiet, Abdul - that's all we want."

[Insaanistan]

“Ummmm… okay?” said Abdul-Ghaffar, a bit confused. “What is it that you want, exactly?” inquired the Insaani president. Deathly silence fell over the meeting room as everyone strained to hear the conversation better.

???

"Yes, but I want another, quiet. From isaanistan, from you, and especially from that psychic sociopath. You deal with your problems, we deal with ours - one hundred-and-eighty days of quiet, Abdul - that's all we want."

A confused expression crossed his face again. “Psychic sociopath? What are you… never mind. We accept, on the condition that you neither breach international law nor attack any of our allies in this period. If you do, we will be forced to act,” he said. The advisers nodded in approval of Yusuf’s condition.

[New Antarcticania]

???

"Yes, but I want another, quiet. From isaanistan, from you, and especially from that psychic sociopath. You deal with your problems, we deal with ours - one hundred-and-eighty days of quiet, Abdul - that's all we want."

A confused expression crossed his face again. “Psychic sociopath? What are you… never mind. We accept, on the condition that you neither breach international law nor attack any of our allies in this period. If you do, we will be forced to act,” he said. The advisers nodded in approval of Yusuf’s condition.

???

"Good. And remeber, if you cant keep this and her under control, we will."
*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
*beep

[Insaanistan]

A confused expression crossed his face again. “Psychic sociopath? What are you… never mind. We accept, on the condition that you neither breach international law nor attack any of our allies in this period. If you do, we will be forced to act,” he said. The advisers nodded in approval of Yusuf’s condition.

???

"Good. And remeber, if you cant keep this and her under control, we will."
*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
*beep

Yusuf set his phone down. “Now what in God’s name was he talking about?” he wondered aloud. His advisers were equally confused. A psychic sociopath?
Suddenly, one named Musa Qureishi realized it.
“I know who he means,” he said softly. Everyone turned to him.
“Well, go on,” someone said. “Who is it?” Everyone began speaking at once, badgering him.
“Sultana-i-Ghavi,” Musa said. The Fearless Sultana
Suddenly, the room fell silent again.
“Does that mean,” asked Marcel Khalil, another adviser, “That… she’s still alive?”
“If that’s the case,” Yusuf said. “The question is, where did she go?”

[Erloane]

"Can you get me the phone number of Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf ? I´d like to inform him about our arrival." asked James Mercurius. His assistant said "Of course." and left. After a few minutes the assistant returned with a piece of paper, "Here you go sir." said the assistant while giving the President the phone number. "Thank you very much.". When James tried to call the number of Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf, he got back an automatic reply, "The number you are trying to call is currently unavailable, please try again later.". "Perhaps they´re calling with someone else, I guess I have to wait for my turn.

[Insaanistan]

"Can you get me the phone number of Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf ? I´d like to inform him about our arrival." asked James Mercurius. His assistant said "Of course." and left. After a few minutes the assistant returned with a piece of paper, "Here you go sir." said the assistant while giving the President the phone number. "Thank you very much.". When James tried to call the number of Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf, he got back an automatic reply, "The number you are trying to call is currently unavailable, please try again later.". "Perhaps they´re calling with someone else, I guess I have to wait for my turn.

As whispers began to pick up again in the room as to where Nura could possibly be, Yusuf checked his phone once again. Realizing he had received a call from yet another foreign number, he called the number in order to see what it was about. Again, he placed the phone on speaker phone, making a “shush” motion towards the people in the room.
“Hello, who is this?” he questioned.

[Erloane]

"Can you get me the phone number of Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf ? I´d like to inform him about our arrival." asked James Mercurius. His assistant said "Of course." and left. After a few minutes the assistant returned with a piece of paper, "Here you go sir." said the assistant while giving the President the phone number. "Thank you very much.". When James tried to call the number of Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf, he got back an automatic reply, "The number you are trying to call is currently unavailable, please try again later.". "Perhaps they´re calling with someone else, I guess I have to wait for my turn.

As whispers began to pick up again in the room as to where Nura could possibly be, Yusuf checked his phone once again. Realizing he had received a call from yet another foreign number, he called the number in order to see what it was about. Again, he placed the phone on speaker phone, making a “shush” motion towards the people in the room.
“Hello, who is this?” he questioned.

"Greetings, this is James Mercurius, President of the Erloanean Senate." he answered "I am currently making my way to Insaanistan with medical supplies that Erloane has sent. I would like to ask, where can our planes land ?"

[Insaanistan]

As whispers began to pick up again in the room as to where Nura could possibly be, Yusuf checked his phone once again. Realizing he had received a call from yet another foreign number, he called the number in order to see what it was about. Again, he placed the phone on speaker phone, making a “shush” motion towards the people in the room.
“Hello, who is this?” he questioned.

"Greetings, this is James Mercurius, President of the Erloanean Senate." he answered "I am currently making my way to Insaanistan with medical supplies that Erloane has sent. I would like to ask, where can our planes land ?"

“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!” cried the the people in the room thrice. Speaking loudly as to be heard over the excited voices, Yusuf said “Muslimbol, Cairo or Muqdishu would likely be the best choices. Take your pick!”

[Erloane]

"Greetings, this is James Mercurius, President of the Erloanean Senate." he answered "I am currently making my way to Insaanistan with medical supplies that Erloane has sent. I would like to ask, where can our planes land ?"

“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!” cried the the people in the room thrice. Speaking loudly as to be heard over the excited voices, Yusuf said “Muslimbol, Cairo or Muqdishu would likely be the best choices. Take your pick!”

"We´ll go with Muslimbol ! I´ll be glad to see you there personally !" James said happily

[Insaanistan]

“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!” cried the the people in the room thrice. Speaking loudly as to be heard over the excited voices, Yusuf said “Muslimbol, Cairo or Muqdishu would likely be the best choices. Take your pick!”

"We´ll go with Muslimbol ! I´ll be glad to see you there personally !" James said happily

“Splendid,” Yusuf said, “Indeed we shall. Thank you.” He hung up the phone.
“Finally,” Musa said. “Good news. Our nation has been lacking that,”
“I think,” joked Marcel, “It’s been so long that Insaanis may have forgotten what ‘good news’ is. Perhaps we should instruct the news outlets to set asked 5 minutes to explain this concept.”
This produced laughs from across the room.
“Praise be to God,” Yusuf said “For with hardship comes ease. Indeed, with hardship comes ease,” he said, quoting the Qur’ân.

[English Realm]

Muslimbol, Insaanistan

Mark Bryson-Richardson, liaison to Insaanistan, had just drafted his letter to the President. It could be the eighth or ninth draft, actually, but this one was perfect. It was handwritten, on his memo paper.

The Northern Department is the Foreign Office of England, reformed in the late-20th century.

Memorandum of Sir Mark Bryson-Richardson, Officer of the Realm of Her Majesty's Diplomatic Service

To His Excellency, Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf, President of Insaanistan,

Greetings. I am Mark Bryon-Richardson, liaison of England to your country. We here at the Northern Department have recently heard about the events happening in your country, and we are deeply concerned about it. England only wants the good peace and order around the world, and we do not tolerate terrorists attempting to break that fragile peace. Our goal is simple- to ensure that countries like Insaanistan stay secure and peaceful.

To that end, we would like to propose sending military aid to assist your civil authorities. We will not be in a combat role, but purely of a humanitarian nature. We hope to bring humanitarian aid and supplies, but, of course, should you require any further assistance- for example, in training your militaries, we are happy to assist you. Should you agree to this, the necessary arrangements for transport aircraft filled with supplies will completed, and any further aid that you require will be considered positively. Please, we look forwards to your reply.

Regards,

Sir Mark Bryon-Richardson
Official Liaison of the Commonwealth of the English Realm to Insaanistan

[Insaanistan]

Muslimbol, Insaanistan

Mark Bryson-Richardson, liaison to Insaanistan, had just drafted his letter to the President. It could be the eighth or ninth draft, actually, but this one was perfect. It was handwritten, on his memo paper.

The Northern Department is the Foreign Office of England, reformed in the late-20th century.

Memorandum of Sir Mark Bryson-Richardson, Officer of the Realm of Her Majesty's Diplomatic Service

To His Excellency, Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf, President of Insaanistan,

Greetings. I am Mark Bryon-Richardson, liaison of England to your country. We here at the Northern Department have recently heard about the events happening in your country, and we are deeply concerned about it. England only wants the good peace and order around the world, and we do not tolerate terrorists attempting to break that fragile peace. Our goal is simple- to ensure that countries like Insaanistan stay secure and peaceful.

To that end, we would like to propose sending military aid to assist your civil authorities. We will not be in a combat role, but purely of a humanitarian nature. We hope to bring humanitarian aid and supplies, but, of course, should you require any further assistance- for example, in training your militaries, we are happy to assist you. Should you agree to this, the necessary arrangements for transport aircraft filled with supplies will completed, and any further aid that you require will be considered positively. Please, we look forwards to your reply.

Regards,

Sir Mark Bryon-Richardson
Official Liaison of the Commonwealth of the English Realm to Insaanistan

His meeting over, Abdul-Ghaffar read and re-read the letter. Now he was in a predicament. One the one hand, military aid was just what they needed, their downgraded military stretches thin. On the other, the Langenians already asserted themselves as fighting internal threats in Insaanistan, and might not take kindly to competition. On top of that, his opponents and so-called allies might take advantage of their being 2 “Western” non-Muslim armies on Insaani turf. He had to choose wisely and make a logic decision.

[Mosarat]

The Sultan decided to meet with Prime Minister Mohab Nahas to discuss joining the organization Insaanistan was a part of. It was up to the prime minister and parliament to join such a union.

“So in an effort to help the Middle East and Insaanistan we should join the Organization of Islamic Cooperation.” Nahas said.
“Yes, after all Mosarat has made a pledge to be allied with Insaanistan and to help the fight against terrorism on Earth.” The Sultan replied.
“We shall see, I would be in favor but the true issue is trying to convince parliament and the people of Mosarat to do so. After all by order of the constitution we are your bosses.” Nahas said.
“Don’t remind me.” The Sultan replied. “So what’s your answer?” He added
“I say yes but we need to get parliament behind it.” Nahas said.
“I hope they do.” The Sultan said.
“As do I.” Nahas said. He got up and left The Sultan’s office.

[South Americanastan]

Insaanistan:
Nobody's Backyard


"If we don't end war, War will end us"
-H G Wells

As the ATCV 12's suspension took another bump on the poorly maintained highway, the Insaanistani border checkpoint drew closer. Both of the back ATCVs consisted of armed soldiers, with TRR-A1 Battle Rifles and DPMG-M99 Machine Guns. In the front ATCV sat the film crew, their own guns leaning against the walls of the ATCV, film cameras mounted on the sides and front window of the armored vehicle.

They had one aim in Insaanistan: Collect footage, take photos, and write about the situation in Insaanistan for an expose on the country. They had already secured contracts with 10 major South Americanastanian newspapers, along with the South Americanastanian Broadcasting Company (SABC) and Northeastern Broadcasting Service (NBS) for their expose, but to fulfill them, they would need to go right into the belly of the beast.

As the radio in the middle car blasted music, the convoy finally reached the border.

"Hello officer, how are you?"

[Insaanistan]

Insaanistan:
Nobody's Backyard
(Image)

"If we don't end war, War will end us"
-H G Wells

As the ATCV 12's suspension took another bump on the poorly maintained highway, the Insaanistani border checkpoint drew closer. Both of the back ATCVs consisted of armed soldiers, with TRR-A1 Battle Rifles and DPMG-M99 Machine Guns. In the front ATCV sat the film crew, their own guns leaning against the walls of the ATCV, film cameras mounted on the sides and front window of the armored vehicle.

They had one aim in Insaanistan: Collect footage, take photos, and write about the situation in Insaanistan for an expose on the country. They had already secured contracts with 10 major South Americanastanian newspapers, along with the South Americanastanian Broadcasting Company (SABC) and Northeastern Broadcasting Service (NBS) for their expose, but to fulfill them, they would need to go right into the belly of the beast.

As the radio in the middle car blasted music, the convoy finally reached the border.

"Hello officer, how are you?"

“Fine, praise be to God,” answered the border patrol officer. Old Arabic music, probably Umm Kulthum, played on a radio from inside the station, but was loud enough to be heard outside. One of the guards was smoking a cigarette, drawing disapproving flares from some of the others.
“Sissies,” he taunted in Arabic. “Back in Lebanon, we smoke 3 cigarettes at once.”
The guard who had received the convoy asked in English, “Do you have any documentation authorizing that you may cross into Insaanistan?”

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

And Nura, once the beloved ruler of the whole nation, is still imprisoned in Polish-Prussia, being drugged constantly to ensure she stays asleep and can’t escape. Fazluddin, her brother, is also still locked away, but done waiting for someone to find him. Every day, he crafts a plan. A plan to escape. Davud has returned to France safely, frazzled and about to enter a new chapter in his life, one he realizes he is woefully unprepared for.


OOC: Erm...I'm reasonably sure that Prussia-Poland would've handed her back at the end of the war.

[Insaanistan]

And Nura, once the beloved ruler of the whole nation, is still imprisoned in Polish-Prussia, being drugged constantly to ensure she stays asleep and can’t escape. Fazluddin, her brother, is also still locked away, but done waiting for someone to find him. Every day, he crafts a plan. A plan to escape. Davud has returned to France safely, frazzled and about to enter a new chapter in his life, one he realizes he is woefully unprepared for.


OOC: Erm...I'm reasonably sure that Prussia-Poland would've handed her back at the end of the war.

OOC: Yeah, but I didn’t want to godmod or anything or assume she had been released cuz we never actually sorted that out.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

And Nura, once the beloved ruler of the whole nation, is still imprisoned in Polish-Prussia, being drugged constantly to ensure she stays asleep and can’t escape. Fazluddin, her brother, is also still locked away, but done waiting for someone to find him. Every day, he crafts a plan. A plan to escape. Davud has returned to France safely, frazzled and about to enter a new chapter in his life, one he realizes he is woefully unprepared for.


OOC: Erm...I'm reasonably sure that Prussia-Poland would've handed her back at the end of the war.

OOC: Yeah, but I didn’t want to godmod or anything or assume she had been released cuz we never actually sorted that out.

OOC: Fair. I'll write her in being released in my starting post.

[Insaanistan]

OOC: Yeah, but I didn’t want to godmod or anything or assume she had been released cuz we never actually sorted that out.

OOC: Fair. I'll write her in being released in my starting post.

Got it!

[Mosarat]

OOC: Fair. I'll write her in being released in my starting post.

Got it!

OOC:Yay! She’s going to be alright! Praise be!

[New Antarcticania]

ANTARTINET NEWS

herald of the people
Current time is 5TH DEC 5:34PM



SHARFARI S.R- The sight of our valiant border guards is common for the citizens of the Socalist republic who live on the border, but what about soldiers, tanks, and most importantly - a wall? These questions may soon be a reality with the goverment authorizing a Construction project that will put the Berlin wall to shame.

The Sultanate-socalist border barrier project, or "Project Heavenwall" has already passed through the prying eyes of the ministry of infastructure and security. The project for the 10 foot tall wall with millitary style fortifications surronding it is already underway, with millitary units from all over the country being mobilized to the borders to assist and provide security. The latest estimates show that "Heavenwall" will be completed within 180 Days.

But for now, The Sharfari S.R's only option is to promote their border services, joining them, to be exact.
"There is no greater service to your country than dying to protect it", said Field marshal Jalaal al-Greiss "And if I wasnt already in the army, I would be signing up for the border service a heartbeat.

This is ANTARTINET news, Foreign brodcast division.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Got it!

OOC:Yay! She’s going to be alright! Praise be!

OOC: on a second thought no

she will be released in a few posts though.