This is not a drill

[KaiserMelech Mikhail]

[i]Marscury International Airport Radar Station[/i]

"So, how's Miriam and the kids," asked Herschel.
"Oh, just fine, just fine," replied Iosef. The two radar operators were alone in the tower while everyone else had gone to lunch. All of a sudden, a blip showed up on the radar screen. "Hey, are we getting a flight in at 12:30?," he called out.
"One sec," Herschel said as he grabbed the clipboard. "Ummmmm, we have a 12:00, and then the next flight in isn't until 2:00. Maybe it's heading to the UFE."
"No, it's too high. It's coming right at us."
"Surely you mean Zargathia."
"No, still to high."
"Mietonka?"
"They're not open for flights yet!"
"OH GOD! IT'S MOVING TOO FAST TO BE A PLANE!"
"It can't be us! It can't be! We're too small. Yeah, yeah, we're just too small." Iosef was shaking in his chair, and he watched as the blip passed over the japanese islands, and kept on its course. "I'm alerting them!" He ran over to a red phone that led to the local police station. "High alert! High alert! This is not a drill! There is a strong chance we've been targeted!"

With that, temporary air raid sirens that were put up for this very situation started to [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuu2iNisoQc&feature=related"]ring out[/url]. The problem was that word traveled slower than was important. Almost immediately, the sirens in the capital went off. Within 30 seconds, the sirens in Mietonka were going off. After 2 minutes had passed, the alarms in far-away Obluchye were sounding. However, after 2 and a half minutes had passed, the alarms finally sounded in Telmana. By this time, it was far too late. When the sound first came out, the missile was already passing over Khabarovsk. In this city of 50,000, they were doomed. Everyone was outside, minding their own business. Children were playing outside, adults were walking the streets and chatting with friends. Some people were shoveling their sidewalks after the snow that occurred last night. In their pleasant little community, nobody felt in danger. After all, a nuke on them was a waste of a perfectly good bomb. However, this bomb wasn't meant for them, but it found it's way anyways. What the captain was thinking when he launched, or what happened when the engineer broke the guidance system, it didn't matter now. This city, and it's people, were seconds away from their destiny.

The sirens went off, and everyone just froze. "Oh my god! There it is," someone cried out as they caught the smoke trail of the missile. The glint of the skin was a foreshadow of the immense light that was about to engulf everyone. The people inside their houses remembered their training. "Duck and cover," a mother would yell, and the family would run down to their basement and cover under the workbench or stairs. The people outside had mixed reactions. Some families stood in silence, embracing their loved ones. Others lay on the ground crying. Some tried to make a fruitless run eastward, but there was nothing they could do. Nobody would escape this. Many dropped to their knees and began to pray for survival, or a quick death, or that they were the only ones in the cross-hairs. The city was almost silent. No cars were running, all the construction equipment stopped, and the work was all in vain. All that was heard were the soft whispers of the people, and the loud blaring sirens. Remarkably, when the sirens were at their low point, and the people finally had peace, the flash emerged. The EMP pulse knocked out everything, and for a brief moment, there was peace.

The fireball burst right over the port. Immediately, the frozen river melted, then evaporated, leaving a dry bed that was baked solid in the immense heat. The barges stuck in the ice and the cranes melted and the metal began to vaporize, leaving nothing behind. The sheet metal warehouses were blasted apart, sending the first bits of shrapnel out. Just outside the port area was the central business district. The buildings were mostly brick, with a few concrete structures, but nothing was over 5 stories. The expanding ball glassed many of the brick buildings over, and when it had gone a few blocks in, the ball burst into the distinctive mushroom cloud. This now raced out in all directions. The rest of the central business district was blasted away, with bricks flying hundreds of yards, and killing the ones unlucky enough to not be painlessly vaporized. Just north of the port, large construction equipment was tossed like toys well over the border into the japanese protectorate on the other side of the Tunguska River. The explosion had melted a large section of the Amur as it raced the mile span to devastate the city of Khabarovsk. Further east, the explosion reached residential areas of the city. The wooden houses were instantly set ablaze, and people were killed from the extreme heat. Even those hiding in their basements never stood a chance. The earthen walls of the cellar would keep the heat in. Ironically, the ones who seemed the safest would die the slowest. Cries and screams roared out as the inhabitants of the houses could feel themselves being cooked alive for a brief second before they too were mercifully killed by the explosion. Just south of the city, the magnificent bridge connection Telmana to Khabarovsk was falling apart. The steel had been melted away early on by the explosion, and now the intense pressure was knocking over the bridge piers one by one. The heavy concrete buildings of the industrial park didn't stand a chance either. Heavy transmission wires to the factories were snapping, and the towers were being flung, crushing cars and trucks that were stopped by the side of the road. The smoke stacks, mainly made of brick, separated and flew out in all directions when hit by the shockwave. Inside the city limits of Telmana, it was sterile. All the snow had been melted away, and every last tree, bush, and blade of grass had been completely dried and burned. Nothing but ash and rubble was left. Not a single soul could have survived the heat or the pressure. In the forest outside the city, the shockwave was considerably lighter. However, the force was enough to strip the branches off trees, leaving nothing but straight charred poles. All over, the bodies of deer and bear who were caught in the pressure, and of birds who dropped dead from the sky littered the landscape. Everything than began to rush back towards the explosion as the wind kicked up from the ensuing firestorm. The fireball rose thousand of feet into the sky and could be seen for miles. However, no Marscurian would see it. Everyone was either dead, of separated from the city by many miles, and the long road twisting through the dense forest was empty on this Saturday afternoon.

Back in Marscury, Herschel and Iosif were watching the screen. They saw the dot moving closer and closer to them, and with one sweep of the radar, it was gone. "Where did it go," asked Iosef, "We're still here, so it didn't hit Marscury. That means the only other logical choice would be for it to have hit Mietonka." Herschel ran over to the phone and dialed the Mietonka airport control tower. "Mietonka control tower, come in! I repeat come in," he yelled, not expecting to receive an answer.
"This is Mietonka Control Tower. What is the situation?"
"Oh good, you're still here," Herschel exclaimed, "but if you're here, and I'm here, who's gone?"
"Perhaps you were mistaken," the man on the other end said, "maybe it really was a plane, and it landed somewhere else."
"Negative, it was moving far to fast. No plane moves like that," he said, then Herschel knew the target, "Khabarovsk! It's the closest large city on the route. It must have been the target! But if that's true, then Telmana must have sustained some major damage. We could be seeing hundreds of casualties!"

A small plane was sent up to fly near Telmana and see if it could spot how much damage was done to the city. That would tell them how much of a response they needed to provide. The plane flew for what seemed like the longest hour of everyone's life. The first response was a small crackle on the radio, then everyone heard the spotter's voice. "Oh god! Oh god no! The target, the target wasn't Khabarovsk. The fireball is centered right over Telmana!" Everyone was in shock from what they heard. An attack on Khabarovsk would have devastated the city, but a 10 megaton blast right on a target that small would wipe it right off the map. The call was put up the ranks. The radar men called the police, who called the government, who got in touch with the Khagan. "Seal it off," Mikhail said, "nobody gets in. I will not have any more blood today!" A group of 50 soldiers went to set up a roadblock on the only road heading towards Telmana. Nobody, even first responders and the media, would be let in while nuclear fallout levels were that high. Around the nation, the all-clear signal was given from the sirens, and people calmly returned to their normal life. They were all still alive, and figured that it must have either been a drill, or a nation close to Marscurian Siberia had just been hit. They were all blissfully unaware of what happened just a hundred miles to their east. Immediately all radio and television broadcasts were over-ridden and the Khagan's official speech began.

"[i]My fellow Marscurian Siberians, and people of the world, it is my solemn duty to report on what has just occurred in our nation. The city of Telmana, capital of the Mizredik Rayon, and home to 50,765 people, has just been hit by a nuclear weapon with a yield believed to be in the megatons. At this point, it is unknown how many survivors there are, but the number is believed to be less than 100. If you had family in the city, I pray for them, and may you know that in this hour our nation, and indeed the whole world, mourns with you. Now is not the time for anger or malice. Now we must pray for those who we have lost. Be it a family member, a dear friend, or even a total stranger, we must pray for them. I personally will be holding a memorial service tonight on the steps of the palace. All who can find a place may attend, and may we find solice in this disaster. Our citizens are with the lord now, we must not weep for their loss, but rejoice in the glory in which they now reside. As a final word, I must declare that the entire city has been engulfed by nuclear fallout, and for everyone's safety, I am issuing a official decree to stay 20 miles away from the city of Telmana at all times. This is for the public health, and anyone found to be breaking this perimeter will be incarcerated for 30 days.[/i]"

By the end of the speech, the Khagan, and undoubtedly the majority of the population listening in were in tears. No matter how old they were, people wept. Firemen, policemen, soldiers, they were all in tears. Random strangers were hugging simply for comfort and to know that they weren't alone at this time. That night, Mikhail was in all black as he stood at a podium at the top of the stairs. Below him, every street for blocks was filled with dark figures in all black, with only a small candle for light. All the street lights and building lights were turned off, and the streets glowed to the flickering flames. The number of people at the service was uncountable, but it was believed to be in the hundreds of thousands. From all over the nation, citizens gathered in the streets to hear the prayers, and say their own. Even at the distance when the Khagan was no longer audible, the streets were still packed at the same density they were at the steps. "Let's begin," Mikhail said softly. Throughout the night, the prayers went on. The shema and the mourners kaddish were said multiple times. The service started at 7:00, and continued on until dawn. When the sun finally rose, Mikhail finished the sermon he was giving. "Ah, the sun rises on a new day," he said, "we must always remember that when the night seems its darkest, there is nothing to do but wait for the coming light. I cannot say that things will be alright, or that life will go on as usual, because it won't. We were attacked by an unseen enemy. We were attacked by cowards who toy with the lives of millions, and our small city simply had its number be called. Let us find comfort with our new family across the world. Let us find comfort with the Holy American Empire, as they search through the rubble of their cities. Let us comfort the Nation of Nod, as they weep at the ruins of Addis Ababa. Let us weep with the English, as they lament over London. Let us hold the people of J Andres as they mourn Providence. We are all part of a larger family, the human family, and we will move into the future together." There was a minute of silence, as everyone stood there and contemplated what would occur during the day. After the minute was up, the Khagan went back inside his palace, and the crowd slowly began to disperse. People were still hugging each other, and many were crying as they slowly returned to their homes.

Edited January 9, 2011 by KaiserMelech Mikhail

[iKrolm]

[quote name='Californian' timestamp='1294561082' post='2569566']
-snip-
OOC: Note, airburst in middle of the cities. Thanks.
[/quote]


[b]F-22 Cockpit, approximately 1,000km northeast of New Guinea[/b]

"Lieutenant Segovia, Major Iglesias here. Manila's reporting additional missile launches from the North Pacific; your squadron is cleared to engage and destroy the submarine."

"Order confirmed, we're looping back around and'll be over the drop zone in twenty seconds." Pause. "Torpedoes away and sending the genocidal !@#$%^&* to a cold, wet grave."

"Manila confirms that the torpedos are on track... One confirmed hit... Second torpedo disappeared, believed to have hit... Third torpedo confirmed hit... Forth torpedo missed. Line up for a second approach while Manila checks the sonobouys again."

"Flying circles, sir."

Pause.

"Manila's back, sonar's reporting the submarine's listing to one side and sinking rapidly, looks like a kill. Excellent work to you and your wingman, Lieutenant. The 305th'll keep a bird on site to monitor but you're headed back New Guinea."

"Thank you, sir. Lieutenant Segovia out."

"Iglesias out."



[b]To Marscurian Siberian:[/b]

Selenarctos offers our condolences, and immediate humanitarian aid through the White Cross to help victims of this atrocity.

[king of cochin]

[quote]To Marscurian Siberia

We are shocked at this most callous of attacks against your nation. Even though we are stretched to our utmost, we shall try the hardest to help your nation in your time of need.

The prayers of me and my family and all our citizens are with you,

Yours,

Kerala Varma,
The King of Cochin[/quote]

[quote]To: Ursalia

In normal times, we would be at the forefront in rushing aid to a fellow nation in its time of crisis, however in such perilous times when nations all over the world are burning, forgive us if our efforts to aid may seem a pittance. Whatever we can spare we will try to help you out.

Yours Sincerely,

HH Kerala Varma,
King of Cochin[/quote]

[J Andres]

[quote name='Pravus Ingruo' timestamp='1294551483' post='2569351']
“This is Commandant David K. Atkinson of the Imperial Air Force. Requesting permission for Interceptor Squadron One to land at Fort Farnum as requested, over.”
[/quote]

One of the radio technicians yelled out, "We have a commander from the Pravus Inguo Air Force wanting to land, sir. What do we tell them."

Minister Annan and President Ahmadinejad stared at each other blankly. Constructing an air base was on the list of things to do, but something that hadn't yet been done, and Fort Farnum needed plenty more work before they before they repaired the single strip out back. The only true air landing strip in the nation would have been at the airport, which was too far away considering the urgency, especially since they would need to drive around Providence instead of through it.

"Clear him for landing," Minister Annan finally said, "Let him know it might be a bumpy landing..."

"Light up the runway," the Ahmadinejad barked, "The lights still work, right?"

"Most of them," someone else replied.

Ahmadinejad shook his head, "It'll have to do."

[Triyun]

OOC: Delete my net is being screwy.

Edited January 9, 2011 by Triyun

[Triyun]

The UFE plane would make another pass as the submarine launched a pair of SLBMs. As the missiles slowly ascended from the water, the plane was not going to even give the submarine a chance to dive again. Anti-submarine missiles and torpedos were fired from the plane, which would close on the submarine to destroy it before the launch tubes closed. Moving across the battle space, in the remote chance the submarine was able to begin to dive before the missiles impacted it finishing it off, the plane unleashed depth charges on the target along the single linear course the submarine could take on a dive necessary to evade the torpedo and missile wave lining it with depth charges which would guarantee the submarine would be finished off. It then moved around to make another pass ready to block the submarine if it attempted to surface again to a depth where it was capable of launching missiles.

A message was sent to the foreign ministry to further inquire what is needed to help rebuild. The UFE also sent an offer for refugees to resettle in the UFE temporarily.

Edited January 9, 2011 by Triyun

[Executive Minister]

OOC: I launched nukes at the sub that launched an ICBM at Nod. Regardless of their effectiveness, i'd like to hear about their effects.

[JEDCJT]

OOC: Well, when I read this the first time, I thought both missiles had missed. But upon closer inspection, I found out that the missile meant for the UFE had been accidentally rerouted to Marscurian Siberia, but not the one heading for Ursalia....which I assume means the missile impacted Vancouver.

Thanks, you just helped the Reds out a lot. Also, with the amount of attention and aid Siberia had been receiving from other nations...yeah, Ursalia's unloved. -___-

However, IF I'm incorrect, let me know, and I will modify this post.

IC:

[b]Vancouver, Ursalia...[/b]

The Ursalian federal government continued to rally the nation together, receiving various reports from loyalist military commanders on the field. At that point of time, the Ursalian Capitol building had been declared a 'safe zone', and Members of Parliament had moved into the building. Which was on the ground level. And in the middle of the city.

Prime Minister Giancarlo Norton and many of his cabinet had moved out of the underground bunker. With great difficulty, Norton had persuaded Monarch Sonia d'Alberquerque and the royal family to remain in the bunker, reasoning that they "[i]would be safe there.[/i]" The beautiful Monarch agreed with extreme reluctance, and before she descended into the bunker, she gave Norton a tight hug. As she went back into the bunker, she glanced back and saw Norton looking at her. He smiled.

It would be the last time she saw him. As Sonia was descending into the bunker, escorted by Vicente, she had this...[i]feeling[/i] that she would not see Norton again.

Hours later, as daily life in Vancouver was barely getting back to normal, one of the Army officials noticed something heading toward the Kingdom of Ursalia, specifically Vancouver. He alerted Norton and the other officials of this.

"[i]Perhaps it's a flight, but then all flights had been closed due to the war taking place.[/i]" One of the officials suggested to Norton, which continued to scrutinize the screen.

Favelero shook his head. "[i]No, it's too high, and you are correct in the fact that all civilian flights had been closed....perhaps it could be a military aircraft?[/i]"

The object was now nearing Red-controlled Alta Vancavite. "[i]No, it's heading from outside the country, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean....and it's too fast to be a military fligh--[/i]" He trailed off as his eyes widened. Norton and the others had similiar revelations.

"[i]Oh shi--issue an alert now![/i]" Norton frantically rushed over to a secure telephone line that connected to a SDI installation near Vancouver. "[i]High alert! High alert! Missile incoming![/i]" He screamed into the receiver. At the same time, Ferrari was alerting the Army commanders in and near Vancouver of this to move their troops away from the vicnity. The others were doing the same, alerting the MPs, the Distretto Federal police, and other associated government services.

However, it was too late. Much too late. The missile crossed over Alta Vancavite in a short time, cruising toward Vancouver. Before anyone knew it, a huge part of the city was vaporized in an instant; the Ursalia Capitol building was completely blown away, Norton and the most of the government with it. A terrible mushroom formed above the city as a huge force was unleashed that flattened countless buildings and house inside and around Vancouver. Everything in the city, such as electronics, were knocked out by the resulting EMP pulse; a terrible flash enveloped the unfortunate city.

Millions, the vast majority of them innocent citizens, were vaporized in an instant, with millions more horribly burned or disfigured. Countless Army units stationed inside the city simply vanished. Army soldiers a short distance away from the city turned their heads to see a terrifying mushroom hovering in the sky. It was far too familiar. Regional military headquarters tried to get in touch with the Ursalian government, but all they received was static. The federal government, a vast majority of it, simply....vanished. The Kingdom of Ursalia was truly leaderless, the country now in complete disarray.

As survivors staggered among the radioactive rubbles on the ground level, Monarch Sonia d'Alberquerque was violently shaking with grief not only for her beloved citizens but also for Giancarlo Norton. As Vicente comforted her in the underground bunker they were currently in, the Monarch was sobbing her heart out.

The Kingdom was now all but dead. Just when she was about to strike back at the Communist rebels, she had been struck down by an external force that originated in the Pacific.

Edited January 9, 2011 by JEDCJT

[Zoot Zoot]

The entire greater London region was abandoned and left to return to nature. Construction of a wall, 90 feet high and 30 feet thick would be constructed around the ruins of London.

England would no longer have a capital city. Out of respect for the ancient city of London and it's former inhabitants, all of whom were either dead, dying or evacuated.

Done in the utmost secrecy, government was moved to the star fortress on the freshly purged isles of scilly.

[KaiserMelech Mikhail]

[quote name='graniteknight' timestamp='1294561608' post='2569576']
Upon hearing of their friends in Marscurian Siberia being nuked the United Kingdom of Idaho-Montana pledged 10 billion dollars in aid to the nation. In addition, National Construction Inc. a subsidiary of JAS Construction would be put on alert, ready to send workers immediately to the nation in order to help with reconstruction when the threat of radiation had subsided.
[/quote]
We wonder why the UKIM offered aid before the tragedy was released to the world. Perhaps the kingdom is in on this false-flag operation to soften its international image?

OOC: Jumped the gun MO.

[quote name='iKrolm' timestamp='1294576383' post='2569682']
[b]To Marscurian Siberian:[/b]

Selenarctos offers our condolences, and immediate humanitarian aid through the White Cross to help victims of this atrocity.
[/quote]
The chance of anyone being alive the the rubble is almost none. Your resources would be better spent on Khabarovsk, on the other side of the Amur River. The explosion is sure to have created a large amount of damage in that city, and there are surely thousands of people in need of help there. We thank you for your offer, but we realize when others are in need of more aid.

Edited January 9, 2011 by KaiserMelech Mikhail

[AironthFlamewing]

OOC: oopsie- you know what I meant
IC The offer of aid still stands.

[iKrolm]

[quote name='KaiserMelech Mikhail' timestamp='1294608843' post='2570105']
The chance of anyone being alive the the rubble is almost none. Your resources would be better spent on Khabarovsk, on the other side of the Amur River. The explosion is sure to have created a large amount of damage in that city, and there are surely thousands of people in need of help there. We thank you for your offer, but we realize when others are in need of more aid.
[/quote]


Approximately 800 rescue and medical personnel are on their way. If you still have a working airport, we'll begin flying in supplies immediately; otherwise they'll have to be brought in by ship at a significant time delay.

[KaiserMelech Mikhail]

[quote name='graniteknight' timestamp='1294609072' post='2570113']
OOC: oopsie- you know what I meant
IC The offer of aid still stands.
[/quote]
OOC: Yeah, I know
IC: We will gladly accept the money, as it will aid in the rebuilding effort. However, for your own safety we must refuse the contractors. The area is still heavy with fallout and there is a very real chance of radiation poisoning. In the end, the rebuilding must be done by Marscurian Siberia and Marscurian Siberians alone. Only by overcoming this crisis together as a nation will we become stronger in the end.

[quote name='iKrolm' timestamp='1294609291' post='2570121']
Approximately 800 rescue and medical personnel are on their way. If you still have a working airport, we'll begin flying in supplies immediately; otherwise they'll have to be brought in by ship at a significant time delay.
[/quote]
Khabarovsk is officially under the protection of Rebel Army and Zargathia, so all rescue efforts should be coordinated with them. However, we are aware of a large airport to the East of the city. It is hopefully far enough from the epicenter of the explosion to have sustained only minor damage. All relief should be sent through there.

[iKrolm]

[quote name='KaiserMelech Mikhail' timestamp='1294609783' post='2570134']
Khabarovsk is officially under the protection of Rebel Army and Zargathia, so all rescue efforts should be coordinated with them. However, we are aware of a large airport to the East of the city. It is hopefully far enough from the epicenter of the explosion to have sustained only minor damage. All relief should be sent through there.
[/quote]

Understood. Should you require any assistance however, especially cleanup or construction equipment, do not hesitate to ask.

[b]To Rebel Army and Zargathia:[/b]

We understand Khabarovsk has taken damage from the nuclear attack on Marscurian Siberian. Selenarctos can have rescue and medical personnel on the ground as soon as we have approval.

[Lavo]

[quote name='iKrolm' timestamp='1294610378' post='2570147']
[b]To Rebel Army and Zargathia:[/b]

We understand Khabarovsk has taken damage from the nuclear attack on Marscurian Siberian. Selenarctos can have rescue and medical personnel on the ground as soon as we have approval.
[/quote]
Any and all help is accepted, and as of now, all forces bound for nuclear attack victims have all necessary passage granted to them. The 50 000 troops originally bound for Korea would be sent to Khabarovsk and M. Siberia, to aid in the recovery efforts there.

[AironthFlamewing]

To Rebel Army-
From UKIM

Construction crews which were meant for Marscurian Siberia will be routed to your nation territories affected by the nuclear strike if you wish it.

[Executive Minister]

[quote name='Lord Zephyr' timestamp='1294431113' post='2567573']
The nation of Grassy Plains N Such is absolutely [i]shocked[/i] at the outcomes of these attacks. The military has been sent to DEFCON 1 and aid packages are being readied to be sent to Nod immediately if they require it and anywhere else devastated by these attacks.

The Nods military actions are in question, but understandable. If Nairobi or any of our other major cities were nuked we would react much in the same way. Especially if our leader died in those attacks. Support for them militarily is in question at the moment, but any humanitarian aid will be sent immediately upon request.

Private to Nod:
"My friends in the Nation of Nod if we have any left, we are prepared to support you through thick and thin including this affair and up to all out nuclear war. Whether or not you want our support is our question."
- Abraham Lincoln
[/quote]

Burst Transmission from Decentralized Command, Adahunat Airbase


[code]Your time will come, President Lincoln. Know that you have the Nodic peoples' eternal gratitude for your resolve, and valorous service to us. We will contact you when we need you the most. We trust you will not fail us.[/code]

[Californian]

[b]SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTHERN PACIFIC[/b]

The moment Captaine Jacques-Louis ordered the submarine to pull up First Officer Triyun knew they were executing a suicide mission. By ascending to the surface of the ocean they were giving whatever the hell had tried to sink them a second chance. Firing off two more of their nuclear warheads in exchange for sleeping in Davy Jones locker may have been a fair trade-off in the mind of the Captain, but Triyun had other plans.

You see, Triyun was a survivalist in every definition of the word. Cold and calculating, he was also a tactical genius. But his conscience did little to bother him and his morals consisted of twisted logic used to suit his own needs and desires. Triyun was determined to get off the submarine before it met its maker and he immediately began to formulate a plan.

He pretended to get a call from the forward torpedo room about a malfunction and excused himself from the deck in order to see what had happened and report back to the Captain. Before leaving, he made sure his sidearm was fully loaded and quietly turned off the safety. He walked down the hall with a determined look on his face, calmly looking forward with only a single bead of sweat running down his cheek. He clenched the pistol and he could feel his heart rate getting faster and faster.

When he reached the fore torpedo room at the front of the submarine he entered and motioned for the dozen or so men inside to stop their frantic working. "Everyone needs to leave the room right now, we've been informed of a possible explosive hidden onboard to sabotage the submarine and I'm here to investigate." he barked to the men. "You and you will remain in the room with me," he ordered to two of the sailors as everyone else began to file out of the room.

As soon as it was only the three of them remaining, Triyun shut the door and turned the wheel, sealing it from the inside. He took a wrench and jammed it into the wheel in such a way that it would be impossible for the door to be re-opened easily. He turned around to face the two men.

"Sir, what exactly are you doing?" one of the picked sailors asked Triyun, sensing that something was seriously wrong. "SHUT THE $%&@ UP" Triyun yelled as he took the pistol out of the holster and leveled it between the man's eyes. Without a second thought he squeezed the trigger, splattering pieces of brain matter onto the stunned sailor standing next to his -former- comrade. The body effortlessly fell to the floor, and if Triyun had bothered to look, he would have seen the letters M. VORTEX sewn onto the dead man's uniform. Without flinching Triyun redirected the gun to the other man.

"I assume you know how to operate the torpedo tubes? I am going to get inside of one and you are hereby ordered to shoot me out. I really wouldn't question me either." The sailor looked at the dead body on the ground oozing blood and gulped before looking up and nodding.

"Excellent." Triyun grabbed the emergency SCUBA equipment on the wall and quickly donned the gear. He had the gun pointed to the man the entire time and after only a minute he was ready. He pulled himself into the tube and began to close the hatch, giving one last glance to the unfortunate sailor.

As he felt the submarine begin to level off, Triyun knew the moment of destruction was near. Any minute now, he thought, and all of these men will be gone. But as soon as he felt the pressurized air pushing him, Triyun knew he would not be among the dead. His body, along with a backpack containing an inflatable raft and other supplies, was jettisoned from the sub, and he began swimming away as fast as humanly possible.

***

Less than a minute later, the missiles from the UFE plane struck the submarine. The submarine had no chance, and it exploded in dramatic fashion. Anyone who saw the explosion would find it unlikely anyone could survive it, and parts of the submarine were strewn all across the surface of the ocean. None on board the submarine had survived, though anyone looking closely enough may have noticed a partial corpse wearing what appeared to be a captain's hat. The face had what appeared to be a solemn grin on it, as though it had accepted its fate.

Edited January 11, 2011 by Californian

[Californian]

OOC: EM, I will have up your post in the next day or two, don't worry

[Triyun]

OOC: Sounds like a great chap, this Triyun fellow

IC:

Confirming the kill, the plane made another pass around identifying the raft. A littoral combat ship moving towards the area was now close enough to dispatch a helicopter which would take the man into custody. Clearly a live prisoner was something which Chairman Jia had use for.

[Botha]

[color="#000080"]IC: Due to recent intelligence uncovered by our Ministry of Interior, the military of the Republic of Transvaal has been placed on high alert (DEFCON 1) to guard against potential nuclear strikes.

OOC: Due to recent intelligence uncovered, Transvaal has been placed on high alert (DEFCON 1) to guard against potential nuclear strikes.[/color]

[Margrave]

After private talks with the Nodic Government, the Hanseatic Republic has arranged for two thousand aid workers to be flown into the African nation. The Government has combined its resources with the Hanseatic chapter of the White Cross, in order to better aod the Noddist population. Camp Marian will host the aid workers and their HQ, as well as a small security group to protect the camp against thieves. The Hansa will be be neutral in any Nodic War, and has thus established itself away from military targets and population centers. Prime Minister Pons has been quoted as calling for a meeting between White Cross Chapters to rebuild the international infrastructure of the organization. She was also quoted as saying aid will be rendered regardless of national origin or organiztion, and asked all governments involved in any potential conflicts in Nodic territory to respect the Camp as a neutral zone.

[Centurius]

"We warn the White Cross that considering the nature of warfare used by Nod counter-strikes with Nuclear force are not out of the question"

[Margrave]

We understand the potential threat. We also ask Athens to note that our Aid will not discriminate against uniforms: should conventional war come to Nod, all soldiers regardless of their national origin will be accepted for treatment. We ask the Federation to be the first to announce their intention to respect this neutral zone.

[Centurius]

"Our missiles will specifically avoid the area if it is properly designated for the Ministry of Defense"