Pre-emptive War [MT:Closed]

[Nafistan]

"Maharaj." Imam gave a bow to his lord. "I have received unconfirmed reports that Britcan has just attacked Ionia. A member of the Council has given a press conference on the act. Our response my Maharaj?" The Maharaj looked at his Advisor with wide eyes and was totally speechless for a moment. "What infamy!" The Maharaj suddenly roared at the top of his voice. "How dare they do such a thing before even a word is said in this building?...Casualties?"
"I have no information on that Maharaj" Imam knew he had to wait while the Maharaj thought of what to do. "Condemn the attack and send a letter of protest to the Government of Britcan. We shall do nothing else for now."
"Of course Maharaj, it shall be done. Also Maharaj, the Northpolistani and Kherkov delegation has arrived in Teknaf. I assume they shall be here soon after resting." The Maharaj nodded and with that Imam left the pondering Maharaj.

To His Majesty King Matthew II of the Kingdom of Britcan,

The Maharaj of the Rajjoutho of Nafistan must strongly condemn this use of force on the sovereign state of Ionia. The Maharaj urges that all military activity ceases to ensure that regional peace and security remains. The Emergency Session of the Commonwealth Society Parliament has not met to discuss the ongoing crisis and the actions of Britcan threaten to ensure war will be in our time.

From

Maharaj Nabil I of the Rajjoutho of Nafistan

[Great Majorca]

Marek walked in the palace garden with Lissa as they discussed the direction Great Majorca was headed. Marek and Lissa stopped for a brief moment to throw some food in the large koi pond that was situated at the northern most corner of the palace gardens. As they fed the koi Areen, the crown princess, walked toward Marek and Lissa. finding it hard to navigate the garden grounds in heels she stopped to take them off and carry them the remainder of the way.

Areen met up with the king and queen and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and hugged the king saying "hi daddy." Marek smiled and the three talked about the current escalating situation in the region. "There is an apparent conference in Teknaf I want you to go to Areen. They will discuss the situation and I need you to repesent our position." Areen looked paniced for a moment and Lissa reassured her saying "as future queen of Great Majorca you must increase your exposure and gain some experience on the international stage." Areen, Marek and Lissa continued to talk about the situation and what the official position of "His Majesty's" government would be and in the end Areen dipped and bowed and said "I will make my way to Teknaf immediately." Marek reminded her that she would be well guarded and that she would be escorted to Nafistan by Great Majorcan military.

They hugged each other and Areen made immediate arrangments to head for the airport.

[Estovakia 13]

Volowski's plane arrived and now he was headed to the meeting, wondering how this will go.

Near SW Nakahara.

Fleet Marshal Sovastepol survey his Armada, two in in fact. 740 ships that were station in Carcassonne have begun to approach the Syrak Coast line , ahead of them was a Syrak Navy now only 10 miles. By that time all 400 fighters and fighter-bombers were in the air to provide security and in shifts to refuel.


Western Wananda.

Fleet Marshal Tokorov survey his Armada of 740 ships that is now 10 miles from the Syrak Fleet and the main Beach Landing. All 400 fighters and fighter-bombers were in the air to provide security and are currently in shifts to refuel.

Half way Across the Ocean past Zerragon Air Space were 200 fighters 100 fighter Bombers and 100 Heavy bombers of stealth and regular heavy bombers heading to IK, the Fighters and F/As were to provide security for the Ionian fleet that badly needed it, the rest were going to land in Ionia to refuel. By now they F/A's were above the Ionian fleet or whats left of it to provide security, above them the 200 fighters were escorting the Bombers passed by tours the Ionian Mainland to land and refuel.

[Great Majorca]

Areens private jet landed in Teknaf. Her security detachment closely observing everything that was going on about the princess's person. Areen disembarked fromt he plane and made her way to the limo waiting for her as she got off the plane.

Areen took note of the beautiful weather and the breathtaking architecture that surrounded her. Areen held the top of the limo door for a moment to take in the beauty of Nafistan. Beauty that overtook the rather industrial and utilitarian nature of the airport.

Areen continued to gaze out the blackened windows of her limo at the beauty of Nafistan as the limo made its way to her hotel.

[Ashebourton]

JUNE 6-7, 2012 --- ASHEBOURTANIAN ARMED FORCES MOVEMENTS AND DEPLOYMENTS

=Charlottetown Naval Station, Ashebourton=

Several Squadrons of Nuclear-powered Attack Submarines have begun subsurface operations off the northern coast of Syrakhstan to provide escort support for Carcassonne merchant vessals and allied Naval ships. Marines, Soldiers and equipment have begun to embark on various Amphibious Assault Vessels in preparation for landing at "Objective Lima" in Syrakhstan.


=Near the southern coast of Viperia and western Ashebourton=

Ashbourtanian Naval Minelayers have have set mines to protect the southern waterways of Viperia and industrial centers in western Ashebourton as a deterrent from potential Ionian Knights naval attacks. These industrial centers provide weapons and ammunition to allied forces. Coastal batteries and Over-the-Horizon radar stations have also been erected in and around important coastal centers and ports.


=Undisclosed location near the Syrakhstani coast=

Ashebourtanian battleships and missile cruisers have begun over-the-horizon bombardments of enemy emplacements in and around "Objective Lima". Intel provided by Special Forces operating within Syrakhstan have suggested that defenses in this location are the most vulnerable to a beach-bourne assault. Low level attack aircraft operating from hastily built expeditionary airfields in the unclaimed lands bordering Zerragon and Northpolistan have begun attacking targets of opportunity as well as inland artillery defenses, radar stations and airfields in preparation for a future invasion. Fighter and interceptor escorts based on aircraft carriers provide top level air superiority for the attack aircraft below.


=Davenport and other major city centers in Ashebourton=

Civilain defense brigades and National Guard units have been formed to provide assistance to the civilian population. Night time blackout restrictions have been enacted and a nation wide curfew is in effect. Prince Espinosa has been moved out of the palace to an undisclosed location for protection. Agricultural and industrial centers will continue to be in operation and the mouth of Ashe lake River has been closed to all merchant and civilian vessels. Foreign trade will continue in the designated ports of Edgeville, Charlottetown, and Davenport. Due to the influx of Ashebourtanian youth seeking to join the service, basic training centers and recruiting stations have been set up all around the country. All sporting events have been cancelled and all public spaces (to include; stadiums, gymnasiums, civic centers, etc.) have been converted to refugee camps and hospitals for displaced foreign nationals seeking asylum, POW camps have been set up in rural towns and will adhere to all human rights provisions set forth by the WA.


="Operation Raven's Fury" Southwestern Wananda=

Soldiers of the 2nd and 4th Infantry Divisions have disembarked multiple Air Force cargo planes and have begun combat operations in support of "Operation Raven's Fury" in the southwestern peninsula of Wananda. Syrakhstani forces prove to a prime match against Ashebourtanian forces; house to house combat has been reported in a few coast village and towns as the Ashebourtanians attempt to provide a foot hold so that Wanandan forces can begin to turn the enemies flank and secure the hilltops above. Small arms fire is widespread as Syrakhstani forces fight back with all there might. Two Ashebourtanian Carrier Battle groups continue to provide allied forces with indirect fire, Close Air Support and valuable aerial resupplies. In the midst of these battles, any civilian encountered in these towns and villages are escorted away from the front lines and supported by Red Cross and medical volunteers.


=Teknaf, Nafistan=

The Ashebourtanian Diplomatic Delegation has arrived to discuss the conflict with other regional delegations. Delegations from Wananda, Northpolistan, Kherkov and Great Majorca have also arrived.


--- MORE UPDATES TO COME

[Carcassonne]

Events were proceeding too fast. Darius has repeatedly asked that the RSA waited till after the conference to make key decisions. He had a feeling decisions were being made without him and feared where his nation was headed.

To get to Teknaf, he had to fly over the Sultanate of Syrakhstan, war would change everything, Carcassonne had a long and colourful history with Syrakhstan dating back to the era of King Dastan. Could he really order the destruction of this neighbour.

This was not what he wanted but none the less war was upon us.

He opened a line to Lord Saracen , the commander of the armed forces. All forces are to be prepared to activate within the hour . We believe the Majorcans hand will be forced by the actions of Britcan invading the Knights, how this plays out in Syrakhstan though was unclear.

Order the Rapid Reaction Force to the East of the Island and prepare for the worst. Also activate the Home Guard, have the army evacuate children and the elderly from the cities, distribute the gas masks and have the Emergency Broadcast System activated, advise people to stay close to their bunkers.

He turned to his wife Helene, she spoke softly, My King, you must meet first with the Wanandans. We have had no reply despite many messengers sent. Are we rally to support them without communication? Darius sighed, maybe the conference would clarify things.

What was clear was that Prince Espinosa I wold be thanked for his protection of Carcassonian merchent ships.

They disembarked the airship in Teknaf, it appeared many other leaders where here. Hopefully he could get a private word with some before the conference.

[Viperia]

The Premiere exited the room and cleaned the one drop of the prisoner's blood that had fallen upon his Suit during the execution, 'Drat! This was New!'. Upon entering his bedroom the Premieral Consort Nataliya Seyorski exclaimed very excitedly, 'Oh Darling! This Wanandan-Syrakhastani War lark really is beginning to heat up is it not?', 'indeed' the Premiere replied if a little disinterested, 'I mean, now Britcan, and even Kherkov, have joined the war effort.' Seyorski mused. 'Kherkov!' the Premiere replied Shocked, 'Why was i not informed, i must speak with my Chiefs of Office immediately!', shortly after a messenger arrived, 'Sir! An urgent Message! I know you are in a hurry True Viperian Leader but before you have me shot for my obvious insolence, i must inform you that this message is from Kherkov, regarding the war.' After reading the letter in great detail, Daniyel Viper organised the Meeting of the Chiefs of Office and himself, then shot the messenger for his insolence.

'But those Bastard Britcannians will see it as weakness on our part! We can't fraternize with them! Not Ever!.' Cried the Chief of The People, 'How will our citizens feel knowing their Grand Leader is associating himself with their once oppressor Britcan!'. The Premiere mused over this for some time before saying, 'Dimitri set up a recording, i wish to address both my Chiefs and my people at once with my decision, you know kill two birds with one stone.'

An Official Statement From The Viperian Premiere Daniyel Viper, from the Emergency Broadcasting Channel, Viperia.
'My fellow Viperians, these are troubled times. A great and powerful nation has declared war on another, The Syrakhastanis against the Wanandans, although i'm sure you all know this. What could have been a small war between feuding nations has quickly escalated to a near Global conflict. One such nation drawn into hostilities is our close neighbor and friend, Kherkov. We have been asked, by the Emperor, for assistance as well as a chance to share in the spoils of war. I have taken the decision to aid Kherkov in its time of need, as much as it needs, and to join this war on the side of Wananda. This war shall be the stepping stone our nation needs to a brighter future, and the first step towards retaliation against the Grand and Evil Oppressors of Britcan.' and with that last jab at their long time enemies, the Premiere signed off and exited, to the sounds of cheers and hoorahs.

Later that day in the barracks of the VNA Headquarters, Zorska, the upper crust of the Military world were being briefed, checked and prepared for their first real conflict since the forming of this new nation. Though Viper himself would 'lead' the military, the General in Charge of the Viperian forces in Wananda was to be a close ally of The Premiere during the revolution, Adrik Ivanov. Unless needed the forces supplied would only be small scale, although included in this force would be the elite Viper SF as well as a small contingent of VISSO agents, should the soldiers become de-moralised.

[Kherkov]

A sigh sounded throughout the room. It was the Emperor's. He called for the Defence Secretary-Minister. "My Emperor, I am here." The Teknaf conference was fast approaching, but the war still had to be managed. "Updates, Dimich. Give me updates." Dimich began to speak. "Sir, The Premiere of Viperia has responded. They will be joining the war effort. Our troops, and Britcan's, have skirmished with Syrakhstani soldiers on their border. The terrain makes it hard to invade the country at all." Dimich stopped there. "Hmm. But, there is still the matter of Ionia! We should tell the Rebel Leader that now is the time to attack. Speaking of which, when did our Special Forces land?" Dimich motioned towards a map of Ionia. The two men walked towards it. "Our Special Forces landed here a night ago, leader," Dimich pointed at the northernmost island of Ionia. "They helped Rebels capture a military facility that is now serving as a temporary rally point." "Good," said the Emperor, leaning back in his chair, "I am pondering whether to divert funds into Ionia, Dimich. They could be a very useful and powerful ally in the future." The Defence Secretary-Minister raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure, sir? Syrakhstan is the main threat here. " The Emperor dismissed the thought. "Shall I list the nations on Wananda's side, Secretary-Minister? Ionia is a real threat to us. And besides, we shall still focus on the assault of Syrakhstan. " Dimich nodded. "Yes sir. I shall pull back a few regiments and send them to Ionia. Do you believe that a propoganda campaign would also benefit us?" The Emperor thought for a moment. "Discuss it with the Grand High Treasurer. I'm sure he would see it as fine to divert a few Khermarks into it. If he disagrees, you have my permission to do it anyway. To your duties, Secretary-Minister." The men got up. The minister saluted. "My Emperor, it shall be done."

[Syrakhstan]

Somewhere on Mount Doshavand General Brezezinksi the man put in charge of the Syrakhstan's weapon's program was inside a vast underground chamber plotting an event that he hopped would turn the tides of war. Looking at a monitor that spanned twenty feet wide, and fifteen feet tall he looked and smiled at the young soldier next to him who was barely seventeen "How does one fool the enemy, young man? To fool the enemy one must first fool themselves, if you fall for your own schemes then the enemy doesn't suspect it's you." The young soldier looked at the general with curious and puzzled looks "I'm not sure I fully understand what you're getting at." The General pressed several buttons on the computer, "Two of our destroyers that our scheduled to be decommissioned next year will be leaving the south western coast that borders Nafistan shortly once they're out of Nafistan's visual they're going to take down their Syrakhstani flags and raising Nafistani flags and firing upon Britcani Navy that come near our waters, while three bombers are scheduled to take off from the Ionian mainland with their seals striped and Britcani seals put in their stead. They'll be making their way for Teknaf, it's airport to be precise. The Sultan doesn't know anything about this, neither does the Minister of Defence, or The Minister of Foreign Affairs and they're going to witness it all, and play their parts." The soldiers was speechless, this man's either mad or brilliant he thought to himself. General Brezezinksi walked over to a phone, near what looked a big hole in the ground then dialed Dr. Azrael "Is the evacuation of the facility done?" The General asked. "Almost, we won't be able to take everything, all documents have been taken care of however." Dr. Azrael stated. "Just take care of what you can, and get out of there as quickly as possible."

Meanwhile, on Highway 85 The Prime Minister used to the Sultan's ways always had a car following the limousine. He got in the car, and told the driver "To the airport please." While on the way to the airport, he opened up his suitcase and pulled out a photograph it was of his wife. "Someday we'll see each other again." He said. "What was that?" The driver asked. "Oh, nothing." As the car neared entered the airport and neared a small government jet. Reza Asir got out and climbed up the staircase looking out at the nation "Such potential, such beauty and we continue to fuck it all up." Prime Minister Asir lowered his head in shame, and a man closed the jets doorway "Where to sir?" Prime Minister Asir looked at him "Ostol, quickly." The Prime Minister took his seat then pulled down the shade for his window he didn't wanted to be bothered by the images of the outside world.

At the Syrakhstani Naval Base in Jeddiza two destroyers were making leaving to make their way for the south western waters a commander on the USS Alexandria began to make a speech "Alright listen up ladies! You're all a part of a very important mission, you're about to change history. If you all do as you're told you will be pardoned of all crimes you've been accused of, if you do not, not only will you pay the price your families will as well! Dismissed!" A seamen looked at the commander "Sir, why are we wearing Nafistani uniforms?" The Commander looked at the seamen, "That's classified young man." As the ships began to enter international waters out of site of Nafistan or any allied ship the commander yelled "Hoist the flag!" The Syrakhstani flag was brought down, and the Nafistani flag was raised. One of the seamen whispered "This is a damn suicide mission, isn't it." to another seamen. "It's starting to look more and more like that." The other seamen said. The Commander eyeballed a Britcani ship through a looking glass "Britcani vessel coming hot north west! Fire on my mark! One! Two! Three!" The Destroyer fired a barrage of missiles to the left of the Britcani vessel missing it. "Reload!" The Commander yelled! "Reloading" The crew screamed. "Fire on three! two, one! With an explosive recoil the destroyer fired three missiles at the Britcani vessel. The Lieutenant ran upstairs from below deck, "Sir, that last shot did something. The recoil completely shocked our engine. We're sitting ducks." As the Second Destroyer to their right continued firing a barrage of missiles the commander looked at the lieutenant, "Get them on the radio and tell them to maintain defensive position this was supposed to be a controlled game of cat and mouse to the Nafistani coastline." The Lieutenant looked around in a panic "Uh, I already tried to get through to them. With little to no success." The Commander looked out the Britcani ship, then the lieutenant "Well then, all we can do is wait."

In Ionia the three disguised bombers began their takeoff for the Teknaf capital. They flew as high as possible to avoid detection, they were carrying their own oxygen for safety measures. They would make it to Teknaf in less than less than an hour. As the the Sultan, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and Minister of Defence continued to debate on whether they should be doing this, they finally exited the plane. As they made their descent from the stairs, they heard a loud roar overhead "That planes coming in rather close don't ya' think?" Screamed Foreign Minister Al-Salehi over the noise. As the plane rushed over their heads it dropped a bomb on the Teknaf Airport's runway. General Vahidi stared at them closely "It's the damn Brits! Is their Idea of a peace conference? Quickly get in the plane!" He said covering the Sultan with his body. As they ran inside the plane General Vahidi ran up to the cockpit "You get this plane off the ground in three seconds and to Al-Riyadda or I'll have your nutsack as a trophy case got it?" He yelled at the Pilot spitting on his face. The Sultan's Plane made a quick takeoff, while one of the bombers crashed into the airport terminal as one continued down terror on the airport and the other one followed the Sultan's Airbus.

[Estovakia 13]

Near SW Nakahara.

Fleet Marshal Sovastepol survey his Armada, two in in fact. 200 ships that were station in Carcassonne have begun to approach the Syrak Coast line , ahead of them was a Syrak Navy now only 10 miles. By that time all 200 fighters and fighter-bombers were in the air to provide security and in shifts to refuel.


Western Wananda.

Fleet Marshal Tokorov survey his Armada of 200 ships that is now 10 miles from the Syrak Fleet and the main Beach Landing. All 200 fighters and fighter-bombers were in the air to provide security and are currently in shifts to refuel.


Volwoski arrived to see the rest of the delegation and went in to speak with them.

[Britcan]

Teknaf Airport, Nafistan
The jet carrying the Britcani delegation touched down on the runway and began to slowly move towards the terminal building where it eventually came to a stop. The person representing Britcan at the summit was Prince James, a former corporal in the Britcani army and, despite still being in his 20s, a seasoned diplomat. He began to descend the steps of the diplomatic jet with several bodyguards behind him. He adjusted the ceremonial sword that indicated that he was the next in line to the Britcani throne. He heard a rumbling from behind him and saw three bombers flying low towards the airport, although they were clearly not on a course to land. He looked at them more closely, they had symbols on them denoting them as Britcani planes. The Prince began to grow nervous. Why were those planes here? Then something dawned on the Prince. The Britcani Airforce didn't use those planes. He knew something was wrong. "RUN!" He yelled. Vaulting off the side of the airplane steps, he hit the ground running. He sprinted towards the cover of a nearby building, his bodyguards following in a state of confusion. The planes flew over head, dropping bombs over the runway. He dived to the ground as the bombs exploded.

Everything went black for a few seconds. The violent explosions were all the Prince could sense. His senses eventually came back. He felt pain throughout his body. His clothing was shredded and burnt. He had burn marks all along the left side of his body and more minor ones on his face. There was also a stabbing pain in his right shoulder from where a piece of metal had pierced his flesh. He looked behind him. There was no sign of his guards. They had been even closer to the explosion than him. He tried to stand, his legs shaking beneath him. He spat on the ground. His saliva was red. He took three shaky steps forwards before collapsing, unconscious.

[Carcassonne]

The King, his wife and chief advisor had left their airship and been greeted warmly by a Nafi delegation. Darius was charmed by the quaint tradition of the carriages. He had never visited Nafistan before and was not sure what to expect. He had been briefed about what to expect when he arrived, a carriage from the airship to a private terminal next to the main gates for a short visa process. It would not be long and then onto the conference.

At times like this he relied on the support of his beloved wife, her advice always gave him comfort. He though back to when they met; He was a young Prince and was destined to marry another chosen by his family. He was on a state visit to Oris and happened to be passing through a small town when he had his breath taken away. She was merely walking in the street, but the prince was taken. Within a month his marriage was off and he began courting Helene, the daughter of a teacher. It had caused controversy and for several years neither the other royal nor the public were very keen but upon ascending to the throne Helene began to win over the populace to the point where she was now universally loved and admired, for her wisdom, beauty and charity work.

The explosion shattered his thoughts, glass and shrapnel flew in every direction, people screamed, Lord Salazar dived on the King and tossed him to the ground, covering the Kings body with his own. “Helene” screamed the King, he threw off Salazar and stood up. Chaos was everywhere, the terminal was destroyed, he had no idea what had happened but right now that was not important. Where was Helene.
Finally he saw her, buried under rubble. He began digging, freeing her but only when the last piece of stone was removed did he see the glass protruding from her stomach, it penetrated from the back right through. She was not moving, he fell to his knees. Lord Salazar raced across, he checked the Queen, my King, she lives, barely but there is a pulse.

[Estovakia 13]

The Marshal woke up to find destruction where ever he looked, he got up and manage to pull a kid out of the rubble. Then he notice something ells, it was the Premier. He dug him out and checked for a pulse.....there was none. He was frozen in place, Smirnov is dead.....

OOC: sorry I got to go but will be back shortly.

[Great Majorca]

Bangs on the door and the rushing sounds of armed guards filled the once quiet room. Areen was in the study portion of her suite. She had heard the wail of sirens and screams of people and looked out her window to investigate what was going on. As she peered out the large window of her suite her security detachment rushed in yelling 'your majesty get away from the window.' Another officer threw the crown princess to the ground and said something in his wrist mic.

the lead officer listened to a outwarldy silent conversation that was being transmitted to his ear piece and said "we need to move her." Agents helped the princess up and rushed her out of the hotel and made their way to the Great Majorcan embassy.

Areen never thought of Nafistan as unstable or unsafe but now she was rethinking her position. She knew her father and the Maharaj were good friends and she couldn't bring herself to thinking this was an attack against her.

The diplomatic motocade made its was through the chaotic streets of Nafistan. The motocade began to move slower and slower as the streets filled with people and emergency vehicles. Finally the motocade stopped and the chief security officer said to Areen "we must walk the block to the embassy your majesty. Do not worry we will protect you." Areen looked confused and asked if that wasn't a secuirty concern to which the chief said "we cannot stay here." The entourage left the vehicles only leaving the two drivers with the vehicles and started to rush toward the embassy. All the while the chief talking in to his sleeve.

Fighting their way down the street through what seemed like a sea of people and vehicles the princess and her guards made their way to the safety of the gates of the Great Majorca Embassy. Finally some sense of security and calm came over the princess.

[Kherkov]

As the Rolls Royce and it's escort glided gracefully to a halt, the Emperor stepped out, flanked by guards. The heads of the Imperial Court stepped out of their vehicles with their guards also. They began walking to the terminal building to greet Prince James of Britcan and, hopefully, meet with the Viperian delegation. Before the party entered the terminal, they heard a thundering behind the building. Three planes, resembling bombers, were fast approaching. As they drew nearer, the Minister of the People frowned. "My Emperor, the planes are far away, but, they appear to have Britcani markings on them." The planes were now directly above Teknaf airport.

The bombs came suddenly. Explosions resonated throughout the landscape. The Emperor and his party went for cover. The planes passed. They had avoided serious injury, as the party was rather far from the main payload. One guard was sitting, clutching his arm. A large piece of metal shrapnel was imbedded in it.

The Emperor looked up. There was almost nothing left of the diplomatic airplanes that had just landed. A few bodies flapped about, whilst others lay still. The Emperor was infused with rage. He grabbed the Defence Secretary-Minister, and yelled at him. "Get me the King of Britcan. I want to know what the hell just happened. "

[Britcan]

Britcani Fleet - South West of Nafistan
The Britcani ship that the Syrakhstanis had fired upon was the destroyer RBS Sword, which had been travelling ahead of the main body of ships. As the initial barrage of missiles hit to the left of the ship the crew of the vessel hurried to action stations. A radio operator quickly radioed the submarine that had been escorting the ships over a secure channel. "This is RBS Sword. We are under attack from two unidentified vessels. Requesting immediate assistance." The ship was then rocked as one of the three missiles fired by the ship scored a glancing blow on the ship, killing several sailors. As the ship desperately fired back at the two vessels. One of the sailors who was trying to identify the two ships shouted something to the captain. "The ship on our right appears to have crippled itself. It appears to have had a malfunction that has done something to their engine." This was greeted by cheers from the crew. The captain responded in a serious tone. "Focus the main barrage on the ship that's still working. Use our more precise weaponry to target the crippled ships weaponry." The Britcani ship fired another barrage at the still working ship while a few of it's missiles flew off, exploding on the deck of the crippled ship. "These two ships are bloody ancient." Commented one of the sailors. "We're shooting down half their missiles and the rest are missing. They are just taking the beating from ours."

The two ships still outgunned the Britcani destroyer though. The captain gritted his teeth. "When is that damn sub going to turn up." Two massive explosions rocked the still working Syrakhstani ship as two of the submarine's torpedoes hit it to devastating effect. The ship began to sink, a few last missiles knocking the last of it's life out of it as flames engulfed the parts above water. "The other ship's weaponry is crippled sir." Said a sailor to the Captain. "What are our orders." A smile spread across the man's face. "Tell them to surrender. Lontwa will want to know everything they can about this incident."
Within seconds a message had been sent over the radio demanding the surrender of the ship.

[Ionian Knights]

Sofia looked wide eyed as she saw the planes approach the airport she just left. It seemed that the Britcani couldn't keep themselves from a god damn invasion! She noticed the foreign array of planes and high security as well. "Christ protect me..." she prayed, staring in shock. Under the rubble of the airport must have been the delegates to a few other nations, only reason why they would have the whole place buzzing like a Hornet's nest when she arrived, AND the attack by the bombers. Now she had to make a decision, turn around and help, or get to the conference and condemn Britcan's actions... It was a difficult one to choose, but as she didn't know the status of the airport, or if there were broken gas lines, she told the driver to keep going to the Parliament building. Once there, she left and headed inside at a brisk pace. Her first words to the Nafistani leader was a simple. "The hell just happen?!"

At the Council the 12 men smiled proudly. They had just singlehandedly united Ionia and now were preparing for the Invasion of key positions to the southwest. That way, they could have control of the sea and gather their land forces for an amphibious assault of the Britcani coast. The remains of two task forces: Taffy 4 and Taffy 6 were launched, their targets were the naval fleets of Wanandan and Britcani origin, and to eliminate them in preparation of the landing.

[Estovakia 13]

The Fleet Marshals that are now 5 milies from The Beach landing in Wananda and the other south of Syrakhstan were order to stop. They were confused and then reports came in of the attack in Teknaf.
Field Marshal Zhukov head of The Red Star Alliance Rapid Reaction Force with Carcks under his command were still heading to the Front order by His Majesty.

Field Marshal Kapalkin came to his senses and picked up his radio: The is Field Marshal Kapalking of the UESR, can anyone hear me?! Our Escorts are down many wounded! Per protocol I'm now the delegate of the UESR, the original delegate Premier Volowski D. Smirnov...has passed away. I say again anyone out there we need help.

[Northpolistan]

The Prime Minister could see the smoke rising in the distance of Teknaf. "This war just won't stop advancing," he muttered before allowing himself a few slurs in Northpolegasque. "The Nafalis have enough on their plate as it is. We all do, but especially them, considering the peace conference and all. Send one of our readied humanitarian military squads in to help with rescue, cleanup, medical attention, and mostly security. We can't afford to let this happen again. Let's just hope this war doesn't get any closer to Northpolistan, either," he said to the rest of his diplomatic colleagues. The Prime Minister stormed his way out of the Parliament building onto the street. At least he still had his cigarettes to help calm his nerves. Suddenly his ministers were alongside him. "We should go back inside, sir. The street isn't safe. We don't know where these nut cases may be. For all we know, every street of every nation may be infiltrated," advised Mirandola, the Minister of Defence. The three ministers and the ambassador, all representing Northpolistan at this summit sat in a private waiting room in the Nafali Parliament building for hours, the situation not seeming to ameliorate as commotion shook the streets. "We should make our way back to the embassy; it's getting dark," suggested the ambassador. The four men made their way down to where the Nafali government had kindly provided an escort back to the embassy. "Take us past the airport," the Prime Minister demanded. "I have to go see it for myself." Hesitantly, the driver took the three through Teknaf, all the way to the airport. Nafali and Northpolistani men and women were working together closely, moving rubble to find any injured persons. A large complex of medical tents bearing the Northpolistani and Nafali flags side by side had sprung up. The Prime Minister made his way through the crowd, not minding the dust that still pervaded the environment settling on his suit. "I've seen what I wanted to see. Let us go back to the embassy for the night."

That night, the four men sent the following to all nations at war:

From the joint desk of the Prime Minister, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister of Defence, and ambassador in Nafistan of the Unitary Parliamentary Socialist Democracy of Northpolaistanne, Mickaël Fournier, Akash Ghosal, Pascal Mirandola, and Adirake Lim:

It is with great displeasure that we announce that in accordance with the emergency passage of a resolution in Parliament per our request this day in regards to the attacks on neutral Nafistan that it will now be deemed illegal for any nation to fly militarized planes in Northpolistani airspace or for militarized ships to sail in Northpolistani waters. The safety of our citizens is too dear to us to allow any possible danger to make its passage through Northpolistan, even if the target at hand is not Northpolistan. This is a time of great distrust, it burns us to say. Commercial and trade airlines and ships will be allowed continuations of their passage in Northpolistani controlled areas. ANY AIRCRAFTS OR NAUTICAL VESSELS DISOBEYING THESE LAWS WILL BE CAPTURED OR SHOT AT, AND AN INVESTIGATION WILL BE CARRIED OUT REGARDING THESE TRESPASSES. We suggest any of these vehicles keep their radio frequencies with Northpolistan on if they wish to gain clearance through our airspace. Some exceptions will be made, provided good cause.

[Carcassonne]

Salazar had left the queens hospital room, the glass had been removed but she was still critical. He had 3 calls to make.

The first was to Prince Neberkenezer, Crown Prince and current high magistrate of the commonwealth. Salazar had known the Prince all his life and this was a difficult call. He found the Prince, hearing of the bombing had already boarded a plane and would be landing soon. That was good, the King needed support at this time.

Secondly, he called Lord Saracen and ordered the 3rd fleet which consisted of 18 ships, numerous planes and support vessels.

'1 Kuznetsov Class Aircraft carrier, 2 Kirov Class Heavy Battle Cruisers, 2 Kara Class Cruisers, 4 Sovremennyy Class Destroyers, 2 Akula Nuclear Submarines, 3 Kilo Class Submarines, 4 Steregushchiy Class Corvettes'

to sail at once for Nafistan, the attack was carried out here and the Nafistanis had been responsible for security. A show of force was needed to satisfy the people at home if nothing else. More importantly from Nafistan our forces could quickly reach Britcan if the King so ordered.

The 1st fleet with 19 ships

'1 Kirov Class Heavy Battle Cruisers , 4 Kashin Class Destroyer, 3 Udaloy II Class Destroyer, 4 Delta IV Class Balistic Missile Submarine, 1 Oscar II Class Cruise Missile Submarine, 6 Neustrashimyy Class frigates'

Was ordered to proceed to Estovakian waters off the Wanandan coast and to provide support to the Rapid Reaction Force if necessary

This left the 2nd, 4th and 5th fleets to protect the homeland.

Salazar also ordered all reserves called up and all units to be ready for deployment within 20 hours.

Finaly he called the Estovakin ambaddador to Susa and wished him his condolonces on the loss of a great leader. He promised revenge for his death. Secretly he wondered how this would effect our alliance, Smirnov was a great leader and he had been invaluable in helping Carcassonne modernize.

He returned to the Queens room but Darius was not there, he tried calling him but nothing. He returned to the plane but it was deserted, where were the guards, the pilot, more to the point why was the armoury open and where were the weapons.

He heard shouting from the infirmary on his return, he had heard screaming all day but these were Carcassonian voices, he rushed in and saw the King and several of his immortal guards with guns drawn facing down a delegation. He could not make out where they were from but the accents were familiar. Both sides had guns drawn. He King was clearly not himself. He knew that a fire fight in a Nafistan hospital would serve no one and if the King died, well the war would be total. He quickly positioned himself between the King and the delegation and gently talked to Darius, explained that this was not the way. The King could not shoot without killing Salazar and after a few minutes Darius collapse to his knees and dropped the gun. Take him to see his wife ordered Salazar. Now he turned to the delegation. “ I am Lord Salazar and I speak for Carcassonne, Explain to me what just happened”

[Great Majorca]

Gordon, Thao and Marek sat in the small grouping of chairs that were situated in the grand foyer of Tremon Palace. Gordon looked at his watch and everyone seemed nervous as they waited for the prime minister of Syrakhstan to arrive. Maybe now they would get answers. Maybe now they would finally find out what happened in Nafistan. The three discussed many things during that time including the safety of princess Areen and the escalating hostilities in Wananda to the occupation of an island off the coast of Great Majorca. Marek told the other two that he thought about arming the minority population of Majorcan citizens on the island but did not wish to create yet another armed conflict.

"Where is he?" thought Gordon as he looked at his watch once again. With all the 'hits' against leaders of nations he was ready for any excuse as to the delay of the arrival of the prime minister.

[Nafistan]

The Maharaj was eating some nuts when he heard the explosions. What was that? he thought to himself. Yet again Imam came rushing to him a few minutes later. His face was drained of any colour and began to stutter. "Ma..Maharaj.... Teknaf airport has been bombed by... bombers...from the ..sky."
"WHAT! WHO?"
"Unconfirmed reports are that.......the markings were from Britcan. Maharaj we should get you out of here."
"No. Im not going anywhere." The Maharaj stood there is silence with Imam staring right back. Both men knew that it seemed the war just became a reality. "Who is hurt? There were many foreign government officials there?"
"Yes Maharaj, but so far I do not..." There was a knock at the door. A minor official entered and bowed to the Maharaj. "Maharaj, Mirza. I have news that....errr... Premier Smirnov has been killed. So far 18 Nafalis dead with 73 injured. Other foriegn delegations are scattered around Teknaf" The Maharaj looked at the official "Send everybody that we can spare to the airport to help those in need and find all the delegations and bring them here, now!" He then waved the official away and the official left the two men in peace. "HOLY S***!" The Maharaj thumped the desk in front of him. The door suddenly burst open and and Arif Hossain, the Advisor for Defence ran in. "Maharaj, the Rajjoutho is under attack, we must declare war and fight these infidels in Britcan. How dare they attack us those bastards!! Order the full mobilisation of the Royal Maharaj's Guards and throw out this summit. War is upon us already and can only be stopped when Britcan unconditionally surrenders!"
"Shut up Hossain! We should do no such thing. This session should continue as planned if the other delegations wish. Our response will have to placate the people who like Hossain here want blood but a full scale war is exactly what we need to avoid. We are not here to begin the 1st Commonwealth War."
"Its already begun you total idiot Imam! If we do nothing it looks weak and then whats to stop anyone pushing us around? Like I dont know the Syrakhstanis or the Ionians? We possess a mighty force that could wipe the floor with Britcan and whoever else wants a piece of us.!"
"Enough!" The Maharaj with one word and the wave of the hand stopped both men in their tracks. "Parliament shall continue. However this action cannot go without a response. Hossain, scramble 8 MiG-29 and find those bombers. If you find them force them to land but do not destroy them... draw up plans for an attack of Britcan and bring about a full mobilisation of the RMG. Make sure the mobilisation is something that is a very public however draw up the plans in total secrecy."
"It shall be done, Maharaj." With that Hossain left the room. "Prince James should be in Teknaf yes?"
"I believe so Maharaj."
"Find him and bring him here. I need to have a word with him. oh and get Jahan to put out a public statement on behalf of me, I shall address the Rajjoutho later on today."
"It shall be done, Maharaj." Imam then left the room knowing that is some senses Hossain was right. The Maharaj sat there for a while longer but then left the room. As he walked along to the entrance of the Parliament, Sofia of Ionia found him and stated "The hell just happen?!"
"Well, it seems the Rajjoutho has been attacked by Britcan. We seem to be on a path to war but I still want to avoid this. Will Ionia help in this regard?"

BREAKING NEWS:

Chief Advisor Jahan is about to give a live televised statement about the recent attack.

To the Peoples and Governments of the Commonwealth Society,

I must regret to inform you that the Rajjoutho has been subject to an unprovoked attack by the forces of Britcan. The Maharaj has condemned the attack on Teknaf Airport as an act of cowardice. As of now 24 Nafalis have been killed as well as a senior foreign official. The Maharaj's thoughts and prayers are with the victims and their families.

As of this moment the Maharaj has ordered a full mobilisation of the Royal Maharaj's Guard. All Guardsmen and reservists are asked to report to your commanding officers. However a formal declaration of war has not been given by the Maharaj to the Kingdom of Britcan. All sanctions short of war are being implemented immediately including economic and diplomatic. Any military force of Britcan shall be fired upon if they are deemed to close to the borders of the Rajjoutho.

However, the Maharaj will not act rashly to this overt act of aggression. The Maharaj wants the Emergency Session of the Commonwealth Society Parliament to continue. During this time a 4 mile exclusion zone around the Parliament building will be in effect. The Maharaj asks for calm and suggests to remain indoors. The Maharaj himself shall address the people later today.

Joy Maharaja.

[Viperia]

The Sleek black aircraft sailed smoothly onto the runway, silent. The wings, engines, wheels, body and even the windows were black. The only colour breaking apart the crushing bleakness was the blistering red of the symbol of Viperia, the Holy Viper, one on each wing, huge. A stairway was brought to the door and the Premiere emerged, dressed simliar to his plane, all black save the symbol on his breast pocket. Flanked on all sides by black camouflaged soldiers with MP5SD5s and enough ammunition to serve an army, the Premiere set foot on the tarmac. Spying the Emperor of Kherkov some way a way Viper signalled to his men that he would be going to greet his old friend and so they should keep their distance. Across the runway he also spied the prince of his longtime enemy, Britcan. All was well for a time, a few Britcani bombers were flying towards them in the distance, no big deal. But then he noticed an air of panic on the Prince's face, before he knew why the bombs dropped. Immediately the eight men he was with began to drag him to the nearest relative safety. Quickly they realised it was too late. Suddenly they threw themselves over his body. Then they hit. Blackness. First, the largest bang the Premiere had ever heard. Then nothing. He crawled out, pushing the deceased bodies of his guards away. Three had survived and were already setting up a perimeter and attemping contact with any and every known contact. 'I'm glad we're all okay, but find out what the Fuck just happened! Now!'.

[Nafistan]

"Lord Salazar, I am Maharaj Nabil of the Rajjoutho. I would like to bid you welcome but it seems my nation has been subject to an unprovoked attack by Britcan. Teknaf Airport has been bombed with many casualties being reported However as I was just discussing with Sofia of Ionia, we must continue to discuss peace. War is an unnecessary endeavour, and we need to avoid it more so now. I have asked my Advisor for Foreign Affairs to find and bring the remaining delegations to this session including Prince James."

At the airport there was mass panic as Nafalis and holiday makers ran for any cover that they could find. The death toll was increasing by the minute and no one knew exactly what was happening apart from the few who reported to the Maharaj, and even they had not grasped the full extent of the damage. Jahan's announcement was not heard at the airport and was indeed wrong, more than 100 had been killed and score more injured. Royal Maharaj's Guards, who act as the police, fire service and indeed immigration, tried to take people to safety. Guardsman Joab was cowering at the sight of the onslaught but had a clear view of what happened to the foreigner. The foreigner had collapsed after a few steps. He fought the inner voice saying leave him you dont know him but he somehow managed to come out of his hiding place and begin dragging the body to safety. He lay the body and peered over it. He looked unconscious and was definitely foreign. He then suddenly recognised who he was. Prince James of Britcan! He guessed he didnt speak Nafali and shock him a bit."You...fine? I take you to safe." He tried his radio and by a miracle he had signal. "This is TNG84, I have Prince James with me. Please send help."

Lt Asiw Jai had been deployed to the airport with his Akash SAM based on a T-72 chassis. He arrived from nearby Teknaf Cantonment and had arrived first, way ahead of the rest of the regiment. In front of him a sea of people were running in the opposite direction from the airport screaming and some bleeding. His T-72 slowly moved forward and soon found a place near the airport to deploy his weaponry properly. In the confusion he had been informed that at least 12 bombers where attacking the airport however he could only see 2. One seemed to be leaving while another was continuing a bombing run. "Ok men, this is what we trained for. Lock on and fire at the bastard attacking the airport." The missile was fired.

[Ionian Knights]

Sofia's voice was thick with venom. "You do realize that the Britcani have, in the last twenty-four hours, bombed both our nations, and you still want to discuss peace!?" She was not one for being a coward, any Councilman could tell you that. She almost wanted to smack the Maharaj in the face for he's down right ignorance to the situation at hand. "We're dealing with a Regional war unseen in close to a millennium. Yes, the Syrakhstani started it, but Britcan has brought this to a global stage. It could have easily been a simple little two nation conflict, with some supplies from both sides. However, these direct confrontations, and your complete lack of any aggressiveness proves to a mute point. I'm all for peace, but Britcan must be punished for these crimes on humanity!" She reached her boiling point. "I will wait for the delegates, but you sir, best be ready for war, for Ionia will back you up, just as we have backed up all of our allies." and with that she commenced with a severe backhand to the leader of Nafistan. "That's for you to feel the pain of your nation, on a personal level. You now understand the level of crap we're in, I hope. "