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The Kaedwen Emergency
« on: July 25, 2018, 11:01:42 PM »
Selo Sellebi; Cadell Gaol, Cadell, Kaedwen

The old gaol wall loomed ahead in the darkness as their little convoy crept into position through the empty streets. Even this late at night it was still stiflingly hot, and the men in the back of the unmarked van cursed the still wind and oppressive atmosphere. In the cab, Selo was driving whilst their unit commander, Pregis Cotene, sat in the passenger seat nervously checking his watch, the soft orange light casting a web of shadows across his scarred old face. As they approached the last junction before the prison gate, Pregis raised a hand and pointed to an alleyway off to their left, between a betting shop and a used car dealership.

"In here, brother" He whispered, casting a look theatrically behind them "You have done well, we are here early"

"Yes sir, thank you sir" Selo smiled, breaking gently and wheeling them around into the alleyway in a smooth motion, leaving enough room for the two vans following to disappear into the darkness also.

"Alright, men" Pregis breathed, as the engine noise died away "Prepare yourselves; stick with your brothers, and we shall strike a mighty blow against the old enemy this night. History shall be made, be sure of it" The response from the back of the van was a little muted, but the commander seemed pleased with himself, and quickly pulled on a balaclava. A few tense minutes went by before the screech of tires and the roar of an engine was heard from behind them, back in the direction of the main road. Bright lights flashed past the entrance to their alleyway, the engine's whine rising to a crescendo in the night. The blast hit them seconds later, rocking their vehicle even though they were well out of sight of the point of impact.

Pregis rocked for a second, before regaining his composure, raising aloft his Uzi sub machine gun and raising a throaty cry "To arms brothers! The hour of reckoning is neigh!" This begat a rather better response from the men in the back, and the van doors were quickly thrown open as the crackle-and-pop of gunfire began to be heard from the direction of the Gaol.

After some minutes of intermittent firing, dying down one moment only to begin again with a vengeance the next, Selo crept out from his cab to join the other two drivers, who were trying to catch a glimpse of the action from a hiding spot behind a rather sorry-looking hatchback on the dealership's forecourt. The prison gatehouse and part of the curtain wall, of drab late nineteenth century brick construction, had been torn apart by the detonation of a huge truck bomb, the remains of which were still smoldering in the gateway. The lights in the prison blocks were already starting to go out, as power to the site was cut, and the smell of cordite drifted towards them across the junction.

One of the other drivers, who was listening intently to a portable radio through an earpiece, spoke up after a couple more minutes transfixed by the distant echoes of battle "Our brothers have taken the KBC transmitter!" He exclaimed, in an excited hush "Soon the whole world shall know of our struggle!"

"Not a moment too soon" Responded the other other driver "I see movement by the gatehouse. Is that the Chief?"

"I can't tell" The first replied, squinting towards the two figures silhouetted against the burning wreckage in the gatehouse "Selo, the Chief is your charge, go and check"

"On it, brother" Selo grimaced, drawing his .38 caliber revolver from within his black overalls and stepping out a few paces into the street before shouting the agreed challenge "Are you looking for a taxi, friend?"

"Yes, my grandfather is drunk, could you please take him home" Came the reply from one of the figures. Now they were closer, Selo could see that the speaker - a masked fighter with a rifle on his shoulder - was supporting the other man, an older man with an unkempt grey beard and ill-fitting clothes. This was exactly what Selo wanted to hear and, quickly re-holstering his gun, took the older man from the fighter. His new charge was surprisingly light, which was fortunate since his legs seemed totally incapable of supporting him. The man also seemed to be mildly incoherent, and kept babbling about something or other a Selo coaxed him into the van. Then they were off, through the streets of a city in chaos.



Police Captain Wilhelm de Kock; Yarra District Police Headquarters, Cadell, Kaedwen

Wilhelm was awakened in the middle of the night by the echo of a distant blast, before the wail of an alarm brought him fully back into the world. Along with most of the rest of his unit, he'd taken to sleeping in the billets around the back of the police headquarters - a comparatively new building complex on the outskirts of town - since they'd been placed on alert a week earlier. Still groggy, he quickly dressed and made his way down towards the operations room, which was a veritable hive of activity. A fat police Major was attempting to coral the burgeoning crowd back out into the corridors when the building was shaken with a dull thump, and the hum of background conversation dried up hurriedly. Another thump followed shortly thereafter, with a third impact smashing the windows on one end of the command centre and filling the air with dust and smoke. A strong smell of burning permeated the room.

"Mortar!" Someone called out from outside "Take cover! Take cover!"

"De Kock!" The fat major spotted Wilhelm as the assembled company dived for cover "This must be the moment you've been fucking waiting for! Get your blokes and deal with these bastards!"

"Right away, sir" Wilhelm replied, with a grimace "Bute we have to fi-"

"Just get ready to fight!" The fat Major cut him off "Let me worry about the fucking niceties!"

Without another word, Wilhelm turned on his heel and scurried away. He knew where he'd find his people - from the Yarra Special Policing Section - a short distance away outside the armory. His Sergeant, the elaborately mustachioed Alan Hofmeyer, had already started drawing weapons and ammunition, including equipment for Wilhelm. They had twelve men present in total, including, if Wilhelm was totally honest with himself, some right bastards. Even so, most of them were visibly shaken by the rude awakening.

"One for you, boss" Alan addressed Wilhelm casually, handing over a rifle and a couple of full magazines "Why can't the bloody ethnics wait 'til I've had my morning coffee, eh? Fucking barbarians" He chuckled quietly, before continuing "So, what's the plan boss man?"

"We're waiting for the watchmen to get their shit together and spot the shooters" Wilhelm explained, slinging the rifle and pouching the magazines "Then we'll snatch the fucks" Another mortar shell landed nearby, and with a violent pop, the lights went out"

"What the fuck...?" Someone exclaimed, in the darkness, before the corridor was bathed in the baleful orange glow of emergency lighting.

At this point, the fat major from the command centre re-appeared, rather red in the face and short of breath, brandishing his revolver with alarming gusto.

"De Kock, with me" He panted "Bring your lads... We've got armed ethnics on the perimeter... Gatehouse is screaming for backup..."

"Charlie's in the fucking wire, eh boss?" Alan observed, with a smirk.

"Right behind you, sir" Wilhelm nodded to the major, ignoring his sergeant "Come on lads, there's something afoot. Stay watchful"

Out of the operation centre through the main foyer, they headed towards the gatehouse through the now quite dark vehicle park. Mortar rounds had stopped falling for the time being, and the night was eerily quiet. The shouts of the men on the gate could be heard, even at a fair distance. Suddenly, there was a hiss and a flash, and the gatehouse - a small tin building serving as little more than a shelter for the sentries - was illuminated in a blinding explosion. This seemed to be a signal for the attackers, as the building was targeted with brisk small-arms fire and quickly riddled with bullet holes. There was nothing further heard from the police sentries.

"Fuck..." The major breathed, his formerly flushed face now looking rather pale in the moonlight.

"Alan" Wilhelm hissed, pulling the Sergeant close "Take five blokes and drag sir back to the operations centre, take up firing positions. I'll join you with the rest when I can"

"Sir" Alan nodded, his formerly jovial demeanor now forgotten "Toit, Eyers, Grey, Streek, Woods. With me. We're getting you out of harm's way, sir. Double up, lads!"

The remaining special policemen fanned out and sought cover in the darkness. Sporadic fire continued to come over their heads, and shouts could be heard to their front as the attackers advanced. Shadowy figures flitted from cover to cover, scarcely visible in the darkness. Wilhelm sensed one of these approaching in front of him, and shouted a challenge.

"Halt! Police! Do not move!"

This didn't seem to be taken so well, as it was met with a burst of poorly-aimed automatic fire and a shouted curse. Seeing the firer illuminated briefly by his muzzle flashes, Wilhelm took aim and fired back at a range of maybe twenty-five meters, seeming to strike the attacker in the chest, but he couldn't be sure, so fired again, while all hell was breaking out around him. More fire was coming in from the front, and more shadowy figures were bounding towards their thin khaki line, who, for their part had begun firing back with some urgency. Losing sight of the men around him, Wilhelm emptied his first magazine in what felt like seconds, his world shrinking to encompass little more than the elusive targets presenting themselves through his rifle sights.

Off to his left, someone was shouting for help in Afrikaans, though he couldn't tell who's voice it was. The blast of a grenade barely registered, as if in a dream, although suddenly Wilhelm felt very warm down his right side and had to fight hard against the urge for sleep. Soon, his second magazine was empty too, and he called out for the man to his right to cover him while he reloaded. Crouching down behind a police patrol car, a sudden stinging sensation in his left hand made him drop his magazine. Cursing, he reached down for it, but couldn't seem to find it. He was sweating profusely, even in the comparative cool of the night, and reached up to wipe the beads from his forehead, only to find this got a warm, salty, almost metallic-tasting liquid in his mouth and eyes. He looked at the bloody remains of his hand without comprehension for a while, as chaos raged around him, before making a belated attempt to dress the wound.

Very tired, he curled up and faded into blackness where he fell.



Premier Lindsay Stewart; Peakhurst Lodge, Belmont, Kaedwen

The little office in Peakhurst Lodge - the Kaedweni Premier's official residence in the hills overlooking central Belmont - was abuzz, crammed to the rafters as it was with civil servants, senior policemen and government ministers. Lindsay, roused from her slumber in the middle of the night and feeling a little under dressed in her dressing gown and slippers, sat aghast at her desk as reports from the fighting began to pile up in front of her. Police installations had borne the brunt of the violence, with unidentified gunmen attacking a dozen police stations and prisons on both sides of the St Anselm Straits, though reports of shootings of local officials, judges, politicians and even priests were beginning to filter through.

The worst hit, however, seemed to be the city of Cadell, at the mouth of the river Yarra, where contact with the local police headquarters had been lost entirely, and video of prisoners from the local gaol - still clad in their orange prison overalls - roaming the streets was already beginning to circulate on the internet. On the advice of her defence minister, Tristan Sharp, the local Commando had been activated and were in the process of mustering, though Lindsay privately had reservations about their suitability for the task of combating an unknown insurgency in what was still a very fluid situation.

All but helpless to influence events directly, at the behest of her Foreign Minister, the boyish Koos Bierman, they put together a public statement for the morning press release.



Republic of Kaedwen Diplomatic Communique

Regarding the Kaedweni State of Emergency

To the People of Kaedwen, and Mundus at large,

In the early hours of this morning, the Republic of Kaedwen was the target of an unprecedented act of coordinated and premeditated violence. While our brave and selfless security services are working hard to keep the public safe and bring the scions of terror to justice, we urge the public in the threatened regions to stay indoors and await the all-clear announcement from the relevant local authorities. With regards to foreign nationals in the country, while we are working with foreign embassies to keep you safe, please understand that, in the interests of national security, the borders have been closed until further notice.

The world may stand assured that those responsible for this affront to all civilized peoples shall be brought to justice, and we ask our international partners to assist us in this endeavor should the possibility for such action come about. Furthermore, please rest assured that we are doing everything in our power to keep your nationals in our country - our guests - safe from harm, and shall work through your embassies in order to trace any individuals who may have become entangled in the violence.

A state of emergency is now in effect.

Yours,

Lindsay Stewart,
Premier of the Republic of Kaedwen

((OOC: More to follow... when I am a little less tired...))

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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #1 on: July 26, 2018, 04:51:26 PM »
Gediminas Palace,
Mordvina, Federal District, Valokchia


Danilo Pejic was still in Seaforth hoping to strengthen ties with Seaforth as the same with Kaminsky and his ongoing tour of Alba Karinya, which left Gabija Millinyte as the head until they both came back from their trips. It had been a rather quiet week in Valokchia, besides local disturbances and crimes, there wasn't anything that could affect the country as a whole. Gabija was simply seated at her desk, the window behind her showcasing the buildings of Mordvina as well with the sprawl of residential and commercial areas in the far distance. She was well relaxed, watching television mounted at the top corner of the office, it was the news, basically re-coverage of the one incident several blocks down at a coffee shop, nothing much to see really. A couple minutes of watching of boredom, a break from reading countless emails in her inbox, basically what her job is other than speaking towards the parliament.

"Madam Millinyte." Dylan, her security guard enters her office with an envelope in hand, "We have received an emergency telegram sent in from the Republic of Kaedwen." He says, Gabija stands up with her hands on the desk, she would extend her hand out, gently grabbing the telegram in his hands, nodding at Dylan who would quickly rush out of her office just to read the telegram in peace. Once she was alone in her office, she carefully opened up the fold of the envelope, once she fully got the paper out and saw the coat of arms of the Republic of Kaedwen, she began reading the telegram, reading through it there seemed to be a state of emergency in their southern neighbor of Kaedwen, which gave a great interest to Gabija. Although the letter was immediate, it seemed to her tensions had been rising in Kaedwen for years. As of now, Gabija pulled out a piece of paper with the seal of Valokchia at the top center, she took out her pen and began to write down her response to the unfolding events in the Republic of Kaedwen.


THE VALOKCHIAN FEDERATION


To the Republic of Kaedwen,

We have received your telegram regarding a state of emergency being put in place. Although I do not have much insight into the current situation happening within your country, I can definitely see that several parts of Kaedwen are being struck with a massive amount of violence that threatens the overall safety of your people. And being a northern neighbor, we see it as a threatening sign for Valokchia especially within the Koristan states, and it should be good to know that your concurrent situation has been noticed. Plan of actions shall be taken within the coming days as we will most definitely ensure peace within Kaedwen to keep safe to your people and ours residing in your lands.

Best Regards,
Gabija Millinyte
Speaker of the Federal Assembly of Valokchia


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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #2 on: July 26, 2018, 11:03:17 PM »
Police Captain Wilhelm de Kock; Whereabouts Unknown

Wilhelm came round in a world of pain, from which his senses gradually discerned a few things about his surroundings. For one, a hessian sack had been thrown over his head, and tied around his neck. For another, he was handcuffed to something cold and metallic, through which odd echoes reverberated - some sort of pipework, most likely. It was fairly cool here, almost dank, and seemingly totally dark. Only his right arm was handcuffed, but his left ached like hell, and he just couldn't seem to get a grip of anything with his free hand. The smell was a strange mix of blood and stale urine, overlaying - strange as it seemed - fresh sawdust.

"Is this what death feels like?" He postulated openly to himself "Or is this just a dream?"



Selo Sellebi; DLF Safehouse, Cadell, Kaedwen

Come morning, the streets were empty, at least as far as Selo could see, looking out from a window in the run-down tenement block where the DLF - the Djeragan Liberation Front - had made their headquarters. Some regular residents remained, admittedly, so a certain level of discretion was still required, although the power of the state was long gone from this neighborhood, even before the insurgents had moved in. It had been a good night, on the whole, though Selo privately held reservations about the enthusiasm with which some of his brethren had gone to martyrdom. Each of us has our part to play in bringing about the divine plan they had been assured and those who fall shall be most beloved of all, for they are the chosen of the gods.

An old school friend of his had been martyred breaking through the gates of the gaol, and when Selo had talked to him a couple of hours earlier, from the smell of the man's breath he certainly was prepossessed with spirits, if not particularly holy ones. His boss, Pregis, had come back on a stretcher and seemed to be in a bad way, yet still talked excitedly about his exploits in his more lucid moments. Even the elderly prisoner he'd brought back with him had seemed captivated by the enterprise, though he had been whisked away rapidly upon their return.

Returning to his quarters - a single room with a broken cabinet containing all of his earthly goods, a soiled mattress and very little else - Selo fell deeply asleep, lacking the energy even to leaf through one of the tattered magazines stacked by his bedside.

Around midday, by his watch, a fighter he didn't recognize woke him with some urgency, pressing written orders to report his department chief - the diminutive Sol Kotane - for a special assignment - into Selo's hands. A couple of minutes later, a still-sleepy Selo found himself ushered in front of the logistics head in the sweaty garages down the the bowel of the complex.

"Selo, my boy" Sol grinned widely, gesticulating happily with an oily spanner "A glorious day, is it not? No need to answer, the question is rhetorical! Of course! Now, how are you holding up? Can you drive again?"

"I am well, thank you sir" Selo responded, barely stifling a yawn "And I am always available for the cause, sir, you know that"

"And that is why I love you like the son I never had!" Sol grinned even wider, giving Selo a hearty thump on the back before pulling him aside towards an immaculate black hearse parked in one corner of the garage. Selo knew the vehicle well; as the authorities would seldom trouble a hearse, and even if the did, would never search inside the coffin in the back, it was used to ferry high-value assets "Look, I cannot say too much, because this is sensitive information, but the hearse is loaded up with a special cargo. You must ensure that this cargo reaches its destination - and to help you in this you will, for once, be carrying an actual body along for the ride. I know it sounds drastic, but in life he served the cause, and now in death he shall do so again! Get this to Freddie Xuma down at the hotel by the airport, go round to the goods entrance, he'll be expecting you. All clear?"

"Mostly sir" Selo nodded solemnly "But... what am I carrying? Will this blow me up if i am not so careful with it?"

"Ah, my boy!" Sol tapped his nose with a finger conspiratorially "Is secret, you understand! Look, you are a trustworthy lad... so just know that we could be onto a major coup if this gets done right... acting on the best an most secret intelligence sources, of course, eh"

Within the hour, Freddie Xuma's section had unloaded the hearse, unceremoniously tossing the corpse aside to recover what looked like a long, thin rocket launcher and a sack of ammunition, which the men were quietly ordered to take up to the roof; being black porters, little attention was paid to them by the hotel guests, Freddie explained, no more than he would to rats scurrying by his feet. He departed with a smile, urging Selo not to got to bed too early, or else miss the 'show', whatever that meant.



Premier Lindsay Stewart; Peakhurst Lodge, Belmont, Kaedwen

After a sleepless night at the Lodge, Lindsay was all but ready to go back to bed by mid-morning, and decided to catch a couple of hours while she could soon after putting her signature to Koos' draft response to the Valokchian communique which had just come in.

A little more information had come through by this point, as local security forces were still very much on edge and aware that their positions remained tenuous until reinforcements arrived. An airborne company from Cue had been called on, along with an infantry battalion from Sumpter, although her Interior Minister, the ruddy-faced Isaac Ranford, was anxious to keep the operation primarily in police hands, so the police headquarters in nearby Darlot had been put in temporary operational control while the Major Incidents Unit - the police force's national reserve unit - was deployed to the scene.   

Outside of Cadell, the night's excitement gave way to a more somber atmosphere in the cold morning light, as the dead were identified and the damage appraised. In several of the morning papers was a grainy picture of three men in balaclavas and dark clothing leaping from the back of a pickup truck to cut down the mayor of Byways, a mining town in northern Mallee, with machetes. A group had also been spotted attempting to plant what was guessed to be a roadside bomb outside Cue garrison, only for the device to explode and kill them when a startled would-be-insurgent dropped it after being challenged. This latter incident had particularly riled up her military men, as, they explained, it was unthinkably brazen for an assailant to approach so close to a military installation.

Fortunately, however, Belmont had stayed quiet all night, although there people were understandable cautious about venturing out in the morning. Armed police had attended one reported incident of shots being fired in the city centre, an area usually quite popular with tourists, to general embarrassment and relief when this turned out to, in fact, be a case of a rather elderly car backfiring.



Republic of Kaedwen Diplomatic Communique

Regarding the Kaedweni State of Emergency; A Response to Valokchia

Dear Speaker Millinyte,

Thank you for your message of concern, madam; we shall be open to full coordination with regards to safeguarding Valokchian citizens in Kaedwen, and shall make a liaison officer available through your embassy here, should this be required. Regarding the border zone, should the troubles spread to this point it may become necessary for local security forces on both sides of the border to cooperate to some extent in order to ensure mutual security is maintained; would your government be open to discussing such an arrangement?

Yours,

Lindsay Stewart,
Premier of the Republic of Kaedwen



Major Keith Saunders; Stirling Barracks, Cue, Kaedwen

The whine of aero-engines rose to a crescendo as the heavily-laden H-7 Serval lifted off into the hot midday air and turned off to the south and the alluring blue waters of the St Anselm Strait. These aircraft carried 'A' Squadron of the Republic of Kaedwen Army's Long Range Reconnaissance Group, swiftly mustered that morning to address the still-fluid state of affairs in Cadell; acting on incomplete information, facing an uncertain foe and operating in a complex and heavily populated environment. Keith took a pinch of dip. Well, he thought to himself, you did join up for a challenge, didn't you?

Early that morning, an army aviation F-17 Shikra had taken a set of aerial reconnaissance pictures, and at least some of the local police force had apparently come back in contact after the previous night's events, but the intelligence picture on the ground was still sketchy. Rumor on base held that some ethnic terror group or another was out to capture a local white leader to sacrifice to their tribal god. Another held that the people responsible were too stupid - or possibly too drunk - to realize that the world extended beyond their little township, and thought that by shooting up the local police chief they would be free put themselves in power.

Whatever the future held, Keith hoped they would be ready.

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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #3 on: July 27, 2018, 05:32:03 PM »
Police Captain Wilhelm de Kock; Whereabouts Unknown

Bright light. The sound of many booted feet on a concrete floor. The smell of... cheap aftershave?

"Wake up, mighty captain" A mocking voice. Rough hands grasping firmly "Bring him"

Hoisted aloft by many strong hands. Carried for... how long? A brief breeze of fresh air. Then a door opened, a blast of hot, humid air.

"Place him down there" Another voice, soft and cultured "Gently, oselula, this man is our guest here, is he not?"

"Yes, chieftain" The first voice again. Changed his tone "Do you wish anything else of me?"

"No, no. You may leave. Oh, but before you do, would you be so good as to remove this ghastly bag?"

"Of course, chieftain"

Blinding light, gradually resolving into an image. A domestic kitchen, quite a smart one, black granite surfaces and a large window at one end. In front of him, a breakfast bar with high stools. Above him sits a slight, frail man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His head is shaved, and on his dark skin a sheen of perspiration. Glasses, the old, half-moon variety with thin steel rims perched on a thin, slightly crooked nose. Familiar, somehow, yet distant.

"Good afternoon, Captain" He speaks with the same calm, cultured voice as before "Quite a night, wasn't it? Oh, believe me, I know - you look almost as bad as I feel" A vague, far away wistful smile "But you are not a stranger to these things, I think. Perhaps being on... the other side of proceedings has broadened your horizons somewhat, yes? Or maybe not... but that is besides the point..." A chuckle. He produced a carton of cheap orange juice and two rather chipped and sad-looking glasses "Perhaps you would like a drink, captain? The vitamins will do you good. Who knows, might even save your teeth from falling out" He smiled a gap-toothed old smile.

Wilhelm could scarcely manage a grunt in reply, but nodded his head painfully. Two glasses were filled, and one passed down to him. His hands were not restrained, in fact a little wriggle told him he was not restrained at all, though a polite cough from behind him was perhaps an indicator that exploring this avenue any further was not the best of life choices at that point.

"Perhaps an introduction is in order" The old man began again "I'll admit, a part of me had hoped such would not be required, but I can see in your eyes that you do not remember me as I remember you. I am Yagan, of the Noongar. High Chief, they call me, though in truth few of my tribe remain to be chiefed over" Another wistful look off into the distance. Then a chuckle "And this, this is not our first meeting in a professional context, oh no. Your face is known to me, even is mine is not to you, oh yes. But there is no need for bitterness, the past is gone, indeed it is, but the future is there for the taking. So, Captain, we come to the crux of the matter, oh yes we do; you are a man who has seen much - much of this I have seen also - and for your part, you shall face trial in time. But wanton cruelty is an abhorrence to the the gods, indeed. And so I will be offering you a choice in the matter, oh yes. You are not beyond redemption yet, oh no dear Captain, and with your cooperation we can bring many greater villains to justice, oh yes we can. And in return, you can be rehabilitated in the eyes of gods and men, you can"

Still attempting to gather his thoughts, Wilhelm could raise little more than a croak in response, although the cool juice was helping to revive him.

"No decision need me made just yet, oh no dear Captain" The High Chief crooned, an air of fatherly concern in his voice "I shall allow you time to consider, no hustler am I, oh no. We shall talk again later, and maybe you shall feel more talkative, yes yes"

"Return our guest to his quarters, could you my unyana?"

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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #4 on: July 30, 2018, 10:35:55 PM »
The Confederal Assembly had been filled, members coming from all political ideologies and from the voivodeships forming up the Valokchian Confederation. Gabija Millinyte had called for an emergency meeting hours after receiving the responding message from Kaedwen following the dawn of conflict within the state. For minutes Gabija was preparing to speak and to represent all of Valokchia upfront at the 500 members of the Confederal Assembly, meanwhile, all were discussing random political matters, all while keeping the current situation in Kaedwen out of their discussions. But as the minute's pass, Gabija appears as all who notice sit down and those who notice thereof follow suit, cameras were focused on Gabija as she climbed up the steps onto the podium and would face in front of the 2 levels of 250 seats as they looked upon at her waiting for her to speak.


"I had urgently informed the Confederal Assembly on this date in time, on behalf of an ongoing situation on our southern neighbor of the Republic of Kaedwen. Currently, what is likely considered to be ethnic insurgency ongoing within several regions, of which a large population of persons of large Valokchian ancestry or had born and lived in it reside in said regions. After receiving a telegram in response to my letter towards Lindsay Stewart of Kaedwen in the waking of this emergency on Kaedweni soil. Our governments are both open to mutual military and logistical cooperation to maintain peace withing Kaedwen and to hopefully dissolve all forms of the insurgency to ensure said peace and keep the people of Kaedwen safe from danger. The first plan of action to ensure tranquility between Kaedwen and the bordering voivodeship of Korista is to send troops over to border checkpoints on I-15 into Kaedwen. I speak on this first action in our involvement to inform this on the Confederal Assembly, in order for the delegations of the 6 voivodeships of Valokchia to vote and agree to confirm this action. I shall dismiss all Confederal Assembly members present for the next 2 hours for voting."

2 Hours Later...

The vote to temporarily militarize the Valokchian-Kaedweni border was a success with 495 yays, and 5 nays.


Kaedwen-Valokchia border checkpoint, Interstate 15, several hours after passing of vote

Despite the ongoing situation unfolding in Kaedwen, the border checkpoint seemed business as usual, although there were fewer cars than usual, it was still quite an active checkpoint usually for business and trade. The checkpoint was really only guarded by border patrol which was somewhat underfunded by the central government as border protection really wasn't worrisome in regards to illegal immigration, as smuggling of narcotics and other black market items was really only to fret about. But what could gain interest in the distance was a convoy of M113s, G-Wagons, along with a Star 266 containing several army personnel, driving down the thankfully vacant lane. Once the convoy of armored vehicles had stopped, personnel began spilling out of the transport trucks apart of the convoy, quickly surrounding the tollbooths that authorized people into the country. Major Justas Rupsys, the leader of this current operation, came out of one of the trucks, setting a maroon beret onto his head as he began walking towards the officers one of the border agents came up to him, "What is the deal with this?" He says sternly, surprised at the sudden presence of military at the checkpoint. "I assume you're the leading liaison at this checkpoint?" Justas asks, adjusting the color of his uniform as he crosses his arms, "Yes, were you authorized to come here?" The man follows with the question, "Actually we were, the Assembly passed an emergency legislation to militarize this border due to ongoing insurgency in Kaedwen." Justas asks before being stopped by the guard, "Insurgency? Since when?" He responds with a scoff, "Since a few days ago, this checkpoint is now under our control, do not impede my actions and you shall follow my further orders." He responds, taking his hand and gently pushing him to the side, nonchalantly walking into the office as other personnel begin maneuvering vehicles in order to strengthen the checkpoint as the lanes began congesting with cars...





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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #5 on: August 01, 2018, 10:49:51 PM »
Major Keith Saunders; Benjamin J Hall Airport, Cadell, Kaedwen

'A' Company's helicopters swept in low over Cadell in the searing mid-afternoon heat, heading inland from the coast towards the local airfield on the southeast side of town. A plume of smoke was still rising from the police headquarters complex at the east end of town, although fire fighters could be seen on the scene. Aside from the damage, the town was still a little rough around the edges; the seafront running along the west edge of the town was typical of the cheaper sort of resort, while a few hundred meters inland the town centre was every inch the typical derivative of provincial small town. Down along the river to the north of the town centre a few of the docks were still active, although the whole of that side of town was largely run-down, the tenements and squats in that area being rather overdue a visit from the heavy mob, in Keith's opinion. To the south and east of the town, low suburban sprawl in the typical Kaedweni style, making full use of the ample space and cheap land.

Flaring for landing alongside the Airport's single runway, Keith's soldiers were already poised to disembark when the pilot suddenly went back hard on the throttle and broke off to the left, throwing men and equipment around the cabin. From out behind them, a blast and a flash, followed by the crackle of distant machine-gun fire.

"What's going on out there, pilot?" Keith grabbed hold of the trailing handset providing comms with the flight crew compartment.

"Contact... contact... Wait, out" Come the broken response down the line, the flight crew having rather more pressing matters to attend to. Seconds later, a burst of rounds tore through the aircraft, sending the soldiers sprawling once again.

"We're hit, we're hit" The pilot came back on the line "I'm putting her down, sir... Brace, incoming!" The helicopter pulled a another hard left, banking steeply and spilling countermeasures all around. Another hiss and another flash. Closer, but a miss this time. Then they were down, landing heavily behind the main terminal building. Keith fought his way through into the cockpit as the embarked soldiers scrambled out.

"What the hell's going on out there?" He shouted to the pilot, straining to make himself heard above the scream of the still-active engines.

"Contact out to the east, sir. Automatic weapons and MANPADS" Came the equally strained response "Three is hit! Two made it out with us - Four and Five are still on the ground"

"Cheers fella" Keith shouted back, giving a double thumbs-up before scampering off to join the men from the first two helicopters forming up behind the cover of the terminal building, amounting to a single platoon - No 1 - and the company headquarters. No 2 platoon's helicopter had been hit in the ambush, while No 3 platoon and the support weapons platoon were still on the runway, and could be heard starting to lay down fire back in the direction of their attackers. His Company Sergeant Major, Jim Gordon, was already having a heated conversation on the radio net, while No 1 platoon's Sergeant corralled his lads together and prepared them for action. Second Lieutenant Guy Wiley, No 1 platoon's commander, approached Keith with a grimace, attempting to re-fit his helmet over a fresh dressing on his head.

"Sir" The subaltern began "What's the plan, sir? Number one platoon is primed and ready to go, sir"

"Nice one mate" Keith replied, glancing at Guy's head before pulling the bloke along with him towards the CSM "What's happened to your head there, mate?"

"Buggers shot me ear off, sir" Wiley responded, adding with a smirk "Always was a bit big, sir, looks like they've saved me a few bob on a plastic surgeon is all"

"Good lad" Keith chuckled despite himself, before turning to the Sergeant Major "Right Jim, what's the situation out there?"

"Number two platoon are still assessing their casualties, sir, but is sounds like a nasty one. Weapons platoon reports they are winning the firefight, one firing position identified on the roof of Big Dick's, three story building five-hundred meters east of their position. Contact with local friendly forces established, some of Yarra Commando Group's blokes are headed over to clear the firing point now"

"Alright" Keith decided "This is what we're going to do..."



Freddie Xuma; Big Dick's Halfway Inn, Cadell, Kaedwen

Up on the roof of the hotel overlooking the airstrip, Freddie Xuma's DLF section were beginning to feel the pinch, with nine K9 GPMGs now trained on their position - three from No 3 platoon and another six from the weapons platoon - Freddie was beginning to get the impression that they were exceeding their welcome. Down on the ground, one of the helicopters was burning, emitting a thick, black smoke as it did so, while two more were riddled with bullet holes. Taking a brief peak over the parapet, he could see the soldiers sheltering in the low ground on the far side of the airstrip, some of them surely in a bad way. His guys on the roof had bled too, 'Mini' Joe Tambo had been hit in the head by a machine-gun round and died on the spot, while Mac Tsarto was down with an arm being dressed with some urgency. That left them with eight men to evacuate the wounded plus their own machine-gun and the missile launcher used to down the helicopter.

"Brothers!" He yelled above the racket of firing "Our duty is done! Prepare to withdraw!"

"Aye sir!" Came the enthusiastic response from his remaining fighters. With a little effort, they made ready to move, one man hoisting the body of Joe Tambo over his shoulder, while another led Mac towards the stairwell by his good arm. Drawing his Uzi submachine gun, Freddie led them down the stairs to the ground floor, scattering the few guests bold enough to venture out amidst the sound of gunfire, and out through the back. Happily for Freddie, the hated hotel manager was stood here, though rather unhappily he was in conversation with a pair of policemen with rifles on their shoulders.

"Xuma?" The manager whirled around upon hearing the door slam open "What the fuck are you doing you degenerate n-?"

The manager was cut down by a burst from Freddie's Uzi, which also caught one of the policemen  while the other scrambled for cover, bringing his rifle into his shoulder. Pushing forward, Banzu Mzkuni was next through the door, firing their GPMG from the hip. The surviving policeman turned and fled off around the side of the building, allowing the DLF fighters to pile into the two Landies waiting for them, Freddie taking the time to make damn sure that the hotel manager was no longer in the land of the living.

Turning out onto the main road, they were briefly confronted by a platoon of local commandos, who were approaching the hotel cautiously on foot. Gunning their engines, the two DLF vehicles raced through their midst without so much as a shot being fired, disappearing down the first side-street they came to. They'd gotten away with it. Hopefully.



Dr Penelope Forsyth; Havenstraat Neighbourhood Clinic, Aiken, Kaedwen

The Havenstraat district of Aiken was, in the diplomatic language of the clinic matron, a less than desirable part of the world. In the slightly less diplomatic phraseology of her father, it was a wretched hive of scum-sucking bottom feeders. The wrong side of the tracks - both proverbial, and in this case, real. The kind of place where if you hit a red light you don't stop. The kind of place where the law was written in the flash of a blade or the crack of a gun. While there had been trouble in Aiken the night before - the district council building had been blown up and the chief of police assassinated - to the denizens of Havenstraat this was little of note.

In her two years at the clinic, Penelope had seen plenty of locals come through her doors in various states of disrepair, but this was something else. The small waiting room was awash with vomit and excrement, as was the sliver of the pavement which she could see beyond the clinic, and the poor girl on the front desk was battling valiantly to triage the rabble crowding around her. From the bits and pieces she could catch from the steady stream of patients brought through to her office, it seemed to be some kind of outbreak of d and v, not unheard of with the poor sanitation in some of the tenements, but for so many to come in at once was not something she'd seen before.

Just as one patient was pushed out the door, there was a rise in the hubbub from the waiting room. A few seconds later, the matron appeared in the doorway looking uncharacteristically flustered.

"Doctor Forsyth?" She asked, her tone firm but hurried "There's a group of gentlemen outside with their friend on a stretcher. He's unresponsive and the duty nurse can't find a pulse. There's an ambulance en-route, but could you come and see what you can do? They're getting agitated out here?"

"Sure Kara, you can send them in if you like" Penelope replied calmly "Save clogging up the corridors"

"Okay" Kara looked pensive "But I'll send someone else in with you. These boys are real riled up"

And so they were. No sooner had the maton withdrawn then a dozen men piled into her small office, carrying between them a figure on some soiled bed sheets. The figure was bearded and clearly rather elderly, and was laid upon her treatment table with surprising reverence by the men.

"Doctor, doctor" The closest one to her began "Look, look! You must help the chief! Bad men have poisoned him!"

"I'll do what I can" She responded amicably "Could you give me some space to treat him?"

"Yes, yes, of course" At the speaker's insistence, emphasised with a couple of choice words, the group parted to let Penelope through to the bedside. The patient looked quite dead, to the point of beginning to cool, not that the group looked likely to take well to such a prognosis, so she went to work and hoped the ambulance crew would be able to break the news more gently, and hopefully to fewer of them at once. The talk of a couple of the men did worry her, though; the once who had spoken so brusquely to her was now making some very visual claims as to what he would do if the chief - the patient was some variety of tribal honourary, she gathered - came to harm, though little did he know he was dead already. Another of the men was postulating as to the identity of the perpetrator, and at least one name seemed to get the group in agreement, though it meant little to Penelope. With slight lack of awareness, at least one of them was cursing 'those white devils' who were apparently behind it somewhere, although Penelope did not feel so much like a devil at that point.

After what seemed like an age, the ambulance came to relieve them of their charge, and the group thankfully dispersed, although the clinic was still crowded. Penelope called the matron aside.

"That group you left with me" She asked "Did you get any ID off any of them?"

"Yeah, off one of them I did" Kara replied, looking thoughtful "Plus the dead guy, why? You think they're up to no good?"

"I do. They're not happy bunnies, and when they figure out their mate's snuffed it they'll be even less happy. A couple of them were giving me real pointed looks in there"

"Think we'll get trouble?"

"I think it's a possibility, yeah"

"Alright Doc, I'll get on the phone now, see if the police'll help us out"

"Cheers Kara"

"No dramas"



Brad Eastwood; I15 Border Checkpoint, Tabland, Kaedwen

Opposite Major Rupsys' checkpoint, the post on the Kaedweni side of the border consisted of a couple of tin-roofed single-story buildings and a courtyard for the more in-depth variety of searches. Two dozen border guards were in residence, though their side of the border had been closed since that morning. The post commander, Captain Jack Barendorff, came out onto the sentry point where Brad was sheltering from the afternoon sun as the rattle of tracks echoed across the border.

"Are we being invaded out here, guardsman?" The captain enquired casually, adjusting the hang of his long K1 rifle on its sling "If so, could you ask them to keep it down out there?"

"Not yet we're not, sir" Brad - known as Clint to his mates - replied with a sly smile "If they try you'll soon know; I'll scream like a girl and run away"

"Fair dinkum, Clinty" Captain Jack smiled his broad Mallee smile "Look mate, there's bugger all else for us to do up here than piss and wait for some bloody ethnic to take a shot at us. Fancy coming to meet the new neighbours?"

"You sure they'll appreciate that, sir?" Brad raised an eyebrow "Sure enough the old lot were solid, but you know how 'proper' army types can get. Go all bloody Napoleon soon 's you give 'em a taste of power. Know what I mean?"

"Fair point mate, but there's no harm in trying, eh?"

"If you say so, sir"

"Look, you're off watch in a minute, coming or not?"

"You know what sir, I think I will. Might want to leave the rifles here though, eh. Just on the off chance they mistake us for an invading horde or something"

"Fair dinkum. I'll lock mine away now, come grab me when Ed gets round to relieving you"

So, a couple of minutes later, the two men in khaki bush hats and short shorts made the short walk down the side of the road to the Valokchian side of the border while the remaining Kaedweni border guards made some friendly bets as to which would be shot first. Unable to resist, Captain Jack smiled at the first Valokchian border guard he came across, vaguely recognizing the man as one of their regular neighbors, though he couldn't recall having talked with him before.

"G'day mate" The captain began "Your lads having a party over here or something? Look, I know these're excitable times, but would you mind if we had a chat with your gaffer? Don't know about you, but we'd quite like to have a no-dramas day up here, you know how it is, have a quick chat now and stop some dill getting funny ideas about the other side later. All good mate?"

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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #6 on: August 07, 2018, 08:16:09 PM »
Leading Hand Yani Walker; RoKS Grogon, Off Cadell, Krimeon Sea

The Gorgon - one of the ROKN's six G-Class diesel-electric attack submarines - had been rapidly re-routed from a routine training exercise in the western Krimeon to monitor shipping around the port at Cadell shortly after the outbreak of trouble in the city, amidst unfounded rumour that an invasion was underway, and had remained on station since to provide what assistance she could. Now, another ROKN group was entering the area, the marine carrier RoKS Mallee escorted by the frigate RoKS Finke, although unbeknownst to the newcomers affairs aboard the Gorgon were rather less than regular.

In the early hours of that morning, a group of sailors had staged a mutiny. Twelve of the crewmen from the vessel's compliment of thirty-one were Noongars - the native tribe inhabiting the area ashore - and one of them, Sub-Lieutenant Nelson Sellebi, had been in contact with his family ashore, among them his younger brother Selo, and had grown convinced that "the revolution", as he put it, was coming. Upon hearing that the Mallee was inbound, Nelson and his co-conspirators had moved swiftly and ruthlessly to eliminate the white officers and those of the men who could not be brought round to their way of thinking.

Their skeleton crew was already at action stations as their prey came into range, the sub sitting as deep as she could in the shallow water while Yani listened in on the passive sonar.

"Range to target, Mister Walker?" Nelson enquired, in a tone of hushed excitement.

"Fifteen kilometers and closing, cap'n" Yani responded, adopting the officer's new self-styling "Well within range"

"And time to target?"

"Nine minutes and change, cap'n"

"Bridge to torpedo room" Nelson got on the intercom system "Bridge to torpedo room. Prepare to fire tubes one through three against contact Sierra Two. How copy, over?"

"Bridge, this is torpedo room" Buzzed the reply "Tubes prepared and ready for firing. Awaiting your orders, cap'n"

"Fire"

A few seconds of silence followed before the first hiss was head, as launch tube one was flooded, followed swiftly by the other two.

"Should we move off our firing point, cap'n?" Yani ventured, after counting a full minute on his watch.

"A sound idea, Mister Walker" Nelson smiled darkly "Mister Ebano, take us away, if you please"

Unfortunately for Yani and his fellow mutineers, their target was to evade destruction that day. Their torpedo salvo was picked up by the sonar room aboard Finke as soon as their on-board active sonar units went live, giving both warships just enough warning to fire off sonar decoys and maneuver violently, much to the chagrin of the flight crews aboard Mallee. One torpedo nevertheless found its target, striking the Mallee in the bow and shaking the big ship violently, although she was to remain afloat as her watertight compartments were sealed. Initially fooled by the decoys, the remaining two torpedoes surged ahead, their own sonar units renewing their attempts to find a target beyond the ROKN surface group. Fatefully, the long-range electric torpedoes found their way towards the shipping lanes out of Cadell and the mouth of the Yarra river...

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Re: The Kaedwen Emergency
« Reply #7 on: August 09, 2018, 07:11:30 PM »
The cruise liner Ziba (meaning beautiful in Parthian) had left Tamora less than a week before. The 430 passengers and some 100 staff were heading on a spiritual journey across the seas. Since Tamora had a very religious population, with some saying that it surpassed even the Ecclesiastical State, religion had a profound influence on the everyday life of Tamorans. Cruise vacations were no exception, in Tamora the most popular cruises were religious voyages where families embarked on a couple of weeks trip during which they would focus on praying and spiritual matters. The Ziba was one such ship. No smoking, alcohol or gambling was allowed and the ship had amenities segregated by sex thus men and women had the freedom to enjoy a trip without worrying about needles distractions.


Spoiler: A religious voyage on board the Ziba • show




Manist rules for a successful religious voyage




Praying together under the clear sky in the middle of the sea is the main attraction of the voyage



All Tamoran cruise liners that went on religious voyages had at least one imam to lead the Manist faithfuls in prayer. The passengers on this ship were truly blessed, accompanying them was Grand Imam Mehdi, the eldest son of the Supreme Ayatollah (spiritual leader) of Tamora.

At 4:15 AM, the Grand Imam was on deck leading the prayer for some fifty passengers. The 4:00 AM prayer was optional and as such many choose to skip it and start the day later. It was during this time that the torpedo hit the ship. It easily went through as a hot knife through butter. The damage was extensive with several cabins outright destroyed and the residing passengers instantly killed. Water rushed through the lower decks as barely awake passengers were trying to understand what was happening. The captain of the ship got to the bridge as soon as possible only to be informed of the gravity of the situation. He allowed for a mayday message to be sent but the situation was hopeless. As reports came in it was clear that the ship would not make it and had to be abandoned. However, that wasn't his call to make, the ship was owned by one of the Manist religious organizations and as such the master of the ship was the Grand Imam Mehdi. The captain rushed to the deck and got to Mehdi as soon as possible. Still, precious minutes were lost and further ones went by as the captain explained the dire situation of the ship. Mehdi allowed the captain to abandon ship and ordered him to see to the evacuation was done in an orderly way. He then quickly pulled down the ship flag, had his copy of the Book of Mani folded in the flag and gave it to the captain for safe keeping. Afterwards he rushed to the lower decks to offer help.
A short while later the power shut down across the ship further spreading panic. The ship was taking water at an alarming rate. The lower decks were full of water, some passengers still refusing to leave as they desperately searched for their loved ones while others were wounded and could barely move. Mehdi did his best to help passengers that were immobile for various reasons. During one such run, one of the walls caved in and water rushed in pushing him against a door severely injuring his head dying moments later.

On the deck the captain did his best to manage an orderly evacuation. Women and children were given priority as were elders. Despite the chaos, the captain and the crewmen did their best to ensure that the passengers going into the lifeboats were to be segregated by sex. In order to keep some measure of order, the security crew used their guns and fired some warning shots. That helped restor order but only for a while. The passengers were desperately short on time and eventually panic took over.

   In the end less than half of the people on board got to the life boats. Of the ones that didn't, some were floating around in their lifejackets while others simply didn't make out in time. As they watched Ziba sinking they hoped that a ship would be nearby to help them. Being so far from the EEZ of Tamora meant the Imperial navy was hundreds of miles away and the chances of there being another Tamoran civilian ship around were also slim. 

Not all of Ziba's passengers got to the lifeboats


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« Reply #8 on: August 09, 2018, 11:10:02 PM »
The INS Avalon, an Achkaerinese destroyer was on patrol in the Krimeon around the Peniche area, it was just a routine patrol through the area, the only thing to be extra cautious of was activity in the Lakhzovia area due to the continuing conflict within that nation. The routine though was shattered as the call went through the ship for the captain to report to the bridge. The captain, Floria Silvana had been sleeping in her quarters one of her favourite stories Murder on the Ardian Express on her chest, she loved a good mystery story especially the challenge of trying to work it all out before the plot of the story revealed the solution to the puzzle. When the call went through the ship asking for her presence on the bridge, she threw the open book onto her bed, got dressed  and ran out of her quarters.

A few moments later Floria stepped onto the bridge, still pulling her jacket on over the red t-shirt that she wore underneath the jacket, she left it unzipped as she reached the circular table at the back of the bridge, she looked at where XO Commander Maxwell stood.
"What have we got?" Floria asked
"Distress call from a sinking vessel, it was pretty garbled and a little faint but we got a fix on it." Maxwell said "I told helm to lay in a course and get us there."
"Good." Floria said, they were upholding their Fair Seas Concordat obligations, "What sent it?"
"A cruise liner called the Ziba" Maxwell said
"Frak." Floria said running a hand down the tribal tattoo's on her neck that marked her out as a member of the Faejeon tribe "Everyone to stations, what's our ETA?"
"Twenty minutes." Maxwell said, Floria looked at her watch it was 4:20 am so they'd be on station at 4:40, she picked up her radio
"Engine room this is the Captain." Floria said "Give me every bit of speed you can."
"Aye ma'am." came the response, Floria knew that even getting there a minute earlier could make all the difference between life and death for any survivors especially in cold ocean water.

When the Avalon arrived in the area, Floria was standing out on deck overlooking the bow of the ship, she unclipped the walkie talkie style radio from her belt.
"Cut the engines and sweep the area with the lights." Floria said, their biggest problem at this point was the darkness.
"Survivors!" the call went out from one of the positions
"Deploy the boats and get the Stymphalia in the air, search and rescue protocol." Floria said "Wake up all available personnel to assist and tell the galley to break out the soup." this was going to be a very interesting morning now wasn't it? She headed for the helipad she was the type that liked helping other people so she'd help the survivors as was her nature, first get everyone safe and cared for, then ask the questions.

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« Reply #9 on: August 29, 2018, 11:09:52 PM »
The flurry of communications in, around and out of the Avalon was fast and it was furious, crew scrambled to pull the survivors of the lost ship aboard. Anyone who could be spared, and had the basic training, was assigned to help the medical staff triage and treat the survivors. Commander Maxwell was compiling a register of survivors while on the bridge Floria updated fleet command on the situation.

"No sir I have no idea what did this at this time we're going to attempt to assess the damage to the wreck." Floria said "...Yes sir I'm well aware of the cultural differences between Achkaerin and Tamora I'll do my best not to screw this up."

She finished her conversation a few moments later and sighed, then she made her through her ship to where Maxwell was working away

"Yes skipper?" Maxwell asked
"How's it going?" Floria asked
"Slow going for now." Maxwell said
"What's the count?" Floria asked
"The ships Captain says they had a hundred staff and four hundred and thirty passengers aboard the Ziba." Maxwell said "We think we've pulled all the survivors out of the water, total we've got here is three hundred and ten souls, so if we're right that's two hundred and twenty fatalities."
"Damn it." Floria said "I've ordered the Mermaid to be put in the water we'll see if we can get a look at the wreck and contact's going to be made with the Tamoran Government to discuss what happens next."
"Understood." Maxwell said



A Message to the Tamoran Government

To whom it may concern,

I regret that the circumstances that have brought about this communication are so tragic, normally making first contact with another nation is something to be anticipated and embraced, however not on this occasion given the context that I must now explain.

Several hours ago one of our naval vessels the INS Avalon received a distress call from a Tamoran cruise liner the Ziba. It is my unfortunate responsibility to inform you that of the five hundred and thirty souls aboard that vessel some two hundred and twenty have sadly passed away. You have my most sincere condolences for their loss.

The crew of the Avalon are presently providing medical care for the survivors of the Ziba and they intend to begin an investigation into what happened, I can only hope that this will give closure to those who've lost loved ones as well as to the survivors of this tragedy. I'm told it would be of great help if the owners of the Ziba would make available the list of personnel and passengers so that we may be able to confirm precisely who has survived and who has not. I will ensure that the Tamoran Government is apprised of the investigations progress and findings.

Once again may I offer my condolences




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« Reply #10 on: September 06, 2018, 05:50:26 PM »
Emperor Abbas was in the prayer room leading the evening prayers with his three wives and fourteen children.  Right in the middle of the prayer his security advisor enters the room. Abbas  stops praying and address him:

- "What happened?" He knew that his advisor wouldn't interrupt his evening prayer if it wasn't urgent or if it was something positive.

-"It's one of our liners, Your Imperial Majesty." He then proceeds to give a brief account of the situation.

-" So the Achkaerins sunk our ship?"

-"It appear so. They just happen to have a ship around when our liner sunk. But there's more, Your Imperial Majesty. I checked the records, the eldest son of the Supreme Ayatollah was on board the ship."

Complete silence enveloped the room. The Emperor's family stopped their prayers as they heard the news and were looking at the advisor to see if they understood correctly.

-"They have the son of the Supreme Ayatollah hostage?"

-"We assume so. But we don't know for sure."

Movements pass without anyone speaking. The Imperial family was still in shock at the news. Two hundred and twenty Tamorans died and the eldest of the Supreme Ayatollah was presumably taken hostage. They were still trying to grasp the horror and the implications of that.

-"Is there anything we can do?"

-"No, YIM. They are too far away to reach them".

Abbas got up and said: "Then there's no point in wasting time. I'll go to the Supreme Ayatollah to personally inform him of what happened. Write a reply to the Achkaerins and forward it to me for confirmation, give them what they want for now. Let's see where this charade leads us."

-"What about the press? They will want to know what has made the Emperor leave his palace for the first time in months".

-"Tell them the truth: that I am going to the Supreme Ayatollah to pray."   

Before he left the room, Abbas instructed Alya, his First Wife, to lead the prayers in his absence. 



Addressed to His Majesty Peter Azurewind:

The news you brought has touched our Empire to the core. Every Tamoran now waits to see what has caused such a terrible tragedy so that we can make sure it never happens again.
Please find attached the list your requested. Although our nations are strangers we hope you will treat our people with the prospect of future relations in mind.
We eagerly await their safe return.

Abbas Safavid
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