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| [OPEN] The Japao Crisis | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 9 2016, 04:00 AM (4,547 Views) | |
| Ignatz | Feb 9 2016, 04:00 AM Post #1 |
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Japao Air Space East of the Khanate Mainland February 2, 1740 Hours Contested Territory, Biscalis Area "Two MiG29K, likely Khanate!!"the voice on the com-link shook in a mixture of excitement and apprehension, tickling the back of Lieutenant-Commander Shinji Nakamuru's head in an extremely uncomfortable way. "We've hailed them at least half a dozen times, Nakamuru! They don't seem to be stopping." Biting hard on his lip, he gave a firm squeeze to Lysa's control stick and willed the jet's afterburners to full thrust. Within half a breath, the Ignatzee-made Kfir b60 accelerated to supersonic velocities, whipping past gray storm clouds littering the burning horizon and stirring the twenty-five year old pilot to feel the same rush of adrenaline that usually accompanied a supersonic foray into the unknown. For an airplane built on a 1960's design, the Kfir was nevertheless one of the best-loved aircraft in the Royal Japao Air Force and one of the sharpest planes Shinji had the pleasure of flying. An Ignatzee adaptation of the Mirage III, the Block 60s had been essentially re-engineered variants of the original 1975 ISDF aircraft with the latest avionics, engines, radar and weapons management systems the Ignatzees had at their disposal. Yes, it may be a little dated and less nimble than the contemporary aircraft of the time, but it was a damn good at interception and packed a bristling arsenal of anti-air/anti-ship missiles that could cut down even the fanciest hunks of metal available. It was also damned fast.. Lysa was already roaring at Mach 2, slashing through the sound barrier and making the typical contrails and wave front characteristic to a high speed death machine of her caliber as she screamed towards the offending MiG pair. "Yui," Shinji spoke, peaking to his left and seeing the familiar sight of fellow pilot Yui Takagama's Kfir next to him, "Karambit missiles are a go, GC says the Khan's men aren't leaving and are in clear violation of air space." He let off on the afterburner, slowing Lysa to cruising speed. Yui overshot him for a short distance before slowing down to match his stride. "Hai!" barked Yui, her jet spinning angrily in response. "I see them on Radar Shi, they seem..." Red lights flashed on his HUD, signifying a lock-on by someone's missile targeting system. "Hostile! Veer left and fire!" The BVR (Beyond Visual Range Indicator) on his targeting device had locked on to an unfriendly's radar signature. He flicked upwards on an arming switch on his stick, exhaled deeply and pulled the trigger. Karambit, a 4th Generation MRAAM, belched hard and flew forward to its target. A handful of seconds later, the Kfir pair saw a furious ball of flame flash up on the horizon and the alarms within Shinji's cockpit ceased screaming.  "MiG-29K down! I repeat, MiG-29K down!" A MRAAM from Yui's Kfir shot forward just as soon as he finished his last word, screaming as it found its way to its target. The second MiG clearly hadn't been expecting any sort of retaliation and was slashed out from the sky with an equally impressive belch of flame. Shinji shook his head, pleased at having done his job well but fearful for what could come next. "Make that two!" came Yui's excited voice. She seemed positively giddy with adrenaline, undoubtedly bouncing off the walls of her Kfir's cockpit. "Maybe they were dicking around... But why the missile lock? Stupid bastards.." Lysa made a sharp quarter turn, signaling its partner with a wobble of its wings to follow after. Whatever the reason for the MiG pair's incursion into Japao air space, the exchange had turned bloody.. and war would likely ensue. "God help us all.." thought Shinji. Edited by Ignatz, Feb 11 2016, 07:27 AM.
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| Nova | Feb 10 2016, 10:15 PM Post #11 |
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 “Pace Vinitsia”
Private Letter of the Doge Augusto Tyre to The Principality of Ignatz Private Letter of the Doge Augusto Tyre to The Sovereign State of Japao Private Letter of the Doge Augusto Tyre to The Divine Khaanate of Los Vatican Long live the Republic, May God be with you, - Doge's Office |
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| UnitedMoreland | Feb 10 2016, 10:42 PM Post #12 |
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It has been brought to our attention that several nations in the Southern Seas area are gearing up to hostilities following the downing of two military jets and then a naval missile launch. This event could easily have been avoided had nations involved taken the opportunity to work through diplomatic channels. As a nation that firmly believes that conflict should be avoided whenever possible we would like to make the following proposals to ensure no further life is lost. 1. All sides cease hostile actions. 2. HMS Sharpe and an escort will arrive in the area within 48 hours and will be willing to host diplomatic discussion. 3. My brother Prince Robert will be on-board HMS Sharpe where he is currently serving as a member of the Fleet Air Arm. Should any nations wish to seek a peaceful diplomatic solution he will make himself available as a neutral intermediary. 4. Should our actions be either ignored or rejected we will be using operations from HMS Sharpe to monitor the situation and relay to the world the events unfolding. 5. Should the situation require our forces shall begin moves to aid refugees from the crisis in a humanitarian role, no Moreland vessel or aircraft shall fire unless fired upon. It is my hope that our offer of talks will be accepted and that we can find a peaceful solution to this unfortunate event. From the pen of Queen Alison of United Moreland. |
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| Nova | Feb 10 2016, 10:55 PM Post #13 |
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“Pace Vinitsia”
Long live the Republic, May God be with you, - Doge's Office |
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| Los Vatican | Feb 12 2016, 05:22 AM Post #14 |
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February 2, 1820 Hours Forty Minutes After Contact Biscalis Area It was easy for the corvette to locate and secure the downed pilot Though the light was quickly fading away in the horizon, the distinct shape of an escape parachute was a hard thing to miss and - when coupled with the sudden blast of the east wind - headed directly toward the IKN Ruslov. After watching the Japao fighter pilot splash two hundred meters away from starboard deck, Lieutenant Commander Fedorovitch Bogdan quickly bellowed orders for a rigid hulled inflatable boat to snatch up the pilot. Several sailors quickly volunteered and rushed to deploy, snatching up a motley assortment of battered AK-47 rifles and pistols before heading off the bow. From his position at the bow, Bogdan saw the dingy zoom towards the floundering pilot - now helplessly adrift in the choppy waters and entangled in her own parachute - with his sailors readying their weapons. There was an exchange of curses between the Khanate sailors and the pilot, a tenative effort by one of the younger seaman to cut the foe from the mess of nylon and polyester and the successful apprehension of the downed Kfir's crewman. The pilot was a girl. There was almost a conciliatory note in the sailors' treatment of the girl. Despite the fact that she likely had played a role in killing their comrades, the girl was not unattractive. The sturdy Rus boys on the boat had always been taught to treat pretty women gently. Relatively gently, that is. A split second later, the girl drew a pistol from the inside of her flight suit. Two shots rang out, catching a nineteen year old seaman in the head and an older petty officer in the heart. Both died instantly. Sogdyev, a brawny Rus boy, struck the girl hard in the chin, knocking her unconscious and pinning her against the boat's floor. When the crew threw her sodden body onto the main deck of the Ruslov, the girl was regaining her faculties. One of the sailors kicked her hard in the ribs in fury, sending her face-down and whimpering. He kicked her again and again, screaming curses at her before Bogdan motioned for his crew to intervene. The Rus was incense and nearly foaming at the mouth. The boy who had been shot in the head had been his brother. "Buzar gichii , bi ta nart kharuulakh bolno!" "No." Bogdan barked, eyes fixed on the girl. "She is my property, the Navy's property." "Take her below, strip her to immodesty and bring me all of her personal effects - equipment, identification, rings, jewelry, everything. Naval Intelligence will process her back on the mainland." He spat, turning to all the men present. "I want her unspoiled, you hear? She is Naval Intelligence's new plaything. Any man that lays so much as an eyelash more than what I order will meet his end on the flaying table." The men nodded their heads. Flaying was a common punishment meted out to extreme cases of insubordination and was feared by all. "We make for the mainland. Radio Zhao-Leng island to be on full alert and to relay the incident to the rest of the East Sea Fleet. IKN Ruslov and two MiGs were patrolling KHANATE waters and airspace. Two Japao jets - late model Kfirs, by the look of it - attacked and destroyed two MiG-29K fighters of the 2nd Naval Aviation Wing, East Sea Fleet. IKN Ruslov defended itself after witnessing the death of its comrades by launching a single Vityaz SAM against a Kfir. The Kfir was downed and the pilot rescued." He walked towards the portside deck, watching as the sun set in the west. The Ruslov was already beginning to turn towards the mainland. It would be less than forty minutes before the corvette was in habor. "The pilot shot and killed two sailors who rescued her from certain death before being restrained." He could make out the outline of a pair of Japao patrol boats heading in their direction. Too late, he thought. They'd be in undisputed Khanate waters in ten minutes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Official Khanate Message to Vinitsia: Our forces defended themselves from an unprovoked attack and were operating well within our territorial waters. I suggest that Vinitsia refrain from threatening the Khanate with ballistic missile strikes and violence on unarmed civilian shipping/transport routes. Do not forget that your nation - small as it is - is not the only power in the world with an anti-ballistic missile defense. Your nation is not the only nation with ICBMs. Your nation is not the only power in the world with submarines. Our own massive submarine fleet is capable of striking at your shipping as well, if you choose to attack our merchants. We wish only peace and prosperity with Vinitsia. We have no ill will against Vinitsia and prefer to live in peace with your nation. However, we do not suffer threats to our people and do not appreciate any nation threatening to launch ballistic missiles against us. -Guyuk Khan ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Official Khanate Message to the World: The valiant forces of the Imperial Navy has apprehended one of the responsible parties in the unprovoked attack in the Biscalis region of the Eastern Sea. All Khanate parties to this heinous assault had been operating in Khanate waters/airspace at the time. This pilot not only caused the death of at least one of the downed Naval Aviation aircraft, but ruthlessly killed two of the sailors sent to rescue her from certain drowning. One man was shot in the head with a nine millimeter pistol and the other was shot in the heart. As such, she will remain in Khanate custody. Salaak Rashman, Minister of Foreign Affairs Edited by Los Vatican, Feb 12 2016, 06:04 AM.
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| Ignatz | Feb 15 2016, 09:26 PM Post #15 |
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Somewhere in Los Vatican February 3 She talked. At first, she had been adamant on not giving anything other than her name, rank and gender to the Khan's interrogation officers, but after almost twenty hours of enhanced "processing", Yui had told the men everything they wanted to know. The creativity of her Khanate interrogators was deviously amazing; the men had first used 'soft' methods of information extraction such as water boarding and the application of electrical prods to sensitive areas of the body. After they had gotten used to her screaming, the men switched to darker methods of torture, taking a knife to peel back the flesh of her small toes before she finally opened the floodgates to the critical information she had been partial to. To the interrogators' delight, they discovered that the Lieutenant Yui Takai - pilot of Kfir b60 number 21341 - was none other than niece to the Japao Armed Forces' very own Sky Marshall Roulando Souza. Troop strength numbers, the capabilities of the JAF aerial forces, location of the nation's Patriot missile launch sites and the deadly Harpoon shore to ship missiles flowed freely from the girls trembling lips as they pressed their advantage, finally putting an end to the torment once the information was cataloged appropriately. "Thank you, Lieutenant Takai. Your cooperation is blessing to us all." Flicking off the lights to the dingy basement cell, they left the girl alone in the dark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1st Expeditionary Fleet The Fleet had made good time, cutting across the mainland's east coast in two days and linking up with an additional four Formidable-class frigates and four Hamilton-class high endurance escort cutters operating at the fringe of the Principality's sovereign waters. Numbering a total of seven frigates, four escort cutters, two sea-lift vessels, a small assortment of freight barges and the RIN Garibaldi - the nation's premier flagship and most advanced anti-air/guided missile destroyer. Princess Elinora had seen it fit to bolster the expeditionary force given the latest turn of events, though privately many had hoped that an even larger force of naval vessels would be sent to the region. From his vantage point on the Garibaldi's command deck, Rear Admiral Manuel Quezon could see two of Vinitsia's three submarines sailing in formation. He enjoyed the Vinitsian's company and their operational saavy; it would be likely he'd need every gram of help they could offer if things got violent. "Five more days.." The fleet was capable, yes.. but would it be enough? Once arriving in Japao, they would literally be within one hundred kilometers of the Khanate's mainland and - if intelligence sources were to be trusted - likely would be outnumbered 30 to one in terms of surface ships alone. The cutters would likely take on a purely support role, lacking the anti-submarine warfare capabilities of the frigates and destroyers but possessing a capable anti-air missile inventory of the latest Enhanced Sea Sparrows in use with the rest of the fleet. Personally, Quezon would have preferred to bring along several corvettes in lieu of the cutters.. but given the huge submarine threat posed by the Khanate, Naval Command insisting that the bulk of the Fleet maintain their territorial defense role and the escort cutters' greater endurance when compared to the Foxhound-class corvettes, Quezon had to admit NAVCOM's deployment decision did make some sort sense. Besides.. .if the expeditionary fleet was to be wiped out, it didn't make sense to have all of the Principality's best warships sunk to the bottom of the sea. He hoped for the best and exhaled deeply, turning his attention away from dark thoughts such as those. It helped no one to doubt his mission, his men, or his ships. Edited by Ignatz, Feb 15 2016, 09:32 PM.
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| Ignatz | Feb 16 2016, 12:38 AM Post #16 |
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First Expeditionary Fleet February 3rd RIN Hamilton, Hamilton-class High Endurance Cutter Lieutenant Commander Alejandro Ramirez loved his cutter. RIN Hamilton had served in the Royal Ignatzee Navy for nearly forty years now, having been commissioned in 1978 as a high endurance rescue/customs ship for RIN's auxiliary arm. Compact, reliable and adored for its seaworthiness, the vessel and the rest of its sister ships (ten total) had persisted in the Royal Navy for longer than most other vessels. Upgrades in 1989 and 2001 to the Hamilton's computer processing mainframe, radar functions and anti-air defense had further added onto its expected lifespan. It still came as a shock to him, however, when Navy Command (NAV-COM) had called on RIN Hamilton, RIN Ishapore, RIN Eladia and RIN Gregorio to abandon their watch in Ignatz naval waters to join the First Expeditionary Fleet. They followed the order, of course, but for men used primarily to rescue operations, anti-pirate maneuvers, law enforcement and general customs over-watch, the move was unusual and a bit unsettling. "No offense, LTC.." Ensign Pilar sounded off to his left, snapping his attention from the rest of the fleet and to the young woman. "But Nav-Com can pass the stick to someone else.. If they haven't noticed already, we are customs cutters, not frigates.. I'm sure Nav-Com can think of half a dozen floating tubs better suited to fighting off the hordes of submarines and cruisers that'll be fishing around Japao..." Emille Pilar had recently obtained her commission following four years at the Royal Naval Academy, graduating with a degree in physics. Though she had hoped to get aboard one of the newer Formidable-class frigates, she had proved herself to be capable and adaptable as a cutter junior officer, personally leading several rescue operations in rough waters from the vantage point of the Hamilton's Twin Huey. She had also proved to be quite the talker, ignoring the convention of not complaining to superior officers. Ramirez had taken a liking to her and largely tolerated her jabs towards Fleet, though on occasion he had to remind her that not all SCOs were as tolerant as he was. "I mean... we've already got seven out of the ten Formidables with us as it is! Why not just send the other three and spare the Hamiltons? Hell, even the Sunflower-class corvettes could do better than our lot! They've got guided missiles, torpedos and depth charges to spare.." Ramirez sighed deeply. He was happy to have had several cups of coffee in hand before having to listen to Pilar's usual complaints. "Look, Ensign.. The cutters go wherever the Queen and Fleet demand they go. Hamilton's an old girl, yes... but she's no less capable than modern ships of her class." Emile snorted. "We've had upgrades on a periodic basis.. you know that. Our computers and communications are just as good as what they've got in the Garibaldi. Our radar works very damn well and - most importantly - the Hamilton-class cutters can go three times as far as the Foxhound and Sunflower corvettes and endure far more hardship with less resupply. We've been designated High-Endurance for a reason, girl. We can handle rough waters and long distances better than a corvette." It was an extremely optimistic look at their capabilities, even Ramirez had to concede that. "We're dispensable." "No, that's hardly a reason.. Stow that talk." "Look LTC, we've got a 76mm cannon, several fifty-caliber machine guns and maybe a couple of pistols in between.." "The Hamilton has that and a fully functioning Phalax CIWS with the latest targeting system. Don't forget they've installed the Enhanced Sea Sparrows onto this 'tub' too.." He motioned for her to stop with his hand. "That's enough, ensign. I get the last word on this argument. When push comes to shove, the Queen and the Fleet chose to use us and our sister cutters for escort duty. We'll do what we've been trained to do - escort the frigates, the destroyer, the SSLV and the cargo to the destination. It won't be as if we're invading the Khanate by ourselves!" "Even if we were, we can contribute a good anti-air asset to Fleet and directly help with evacuation if needed - our specialty, remember?" Emille seemed to lighten at this mention. "Yes, miss.. We may be the smallest rated ships in the fleet, but we've got our own unique skillset as well. The frigates and the destroyer can do their role. We'll do ours." He drank deeply from his fourth cup of coffee. "Remember this, Ensign.." he looked forward to the horizon, "It isn't the size of the ship, or the bells and whistles of its guns that matter.. It's what the crew can do. This is not a suicide mission.. We've been chosen for a good reason and we'll perform with damn good ability." "You'll have your own ship one day, girl.. and you'll remember this day." |
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| UnitedMoreland | Feb 18 2016, 10:20 PM Post #17 |
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February 3rd HMS Sharpe and her escort slipped into position inside international water close to Japao. "Rob, this is bone" his co-pilot Flt.Lt Tom Voice said as they began to head for home in their E-2 Hawkeye, it wasn't their usual aircraft but as with everyone who flew maritime patrol they had to do their stint with the Navy just to keep their carrier skills up. "Shut up Voicey and make the call that we have them in sight." Prince Robert said as he began the checks for a landing. "Sharpe Tower this is Hawkeye One, request clearance for landing over." "Hawkeye One you are cleared for landing" "Roger, cleared for landing" Tom finished double checking what Robert had done and seemed satisfied he wasn't going to get them killed, they'd be crewing together for three years now. "I mean" he carried on complaining, "We're grounded until you sort this mess out, just when it was getting interesting" "Yeah well sitting around with guys wanting to start shooting at each other isn't my idea of fun either." Robert said as the aircraft touched down on the deck. "Beside, what can go wrong" he smiled as they came to a halt and deck crews began the process of getting the aircraft below deck. Robert walked across the deck with his helmet tucked under his arm as Tom scurried to catch up. "So when do they get here." Tom asked, Robert looked at his watch and shrugged. As they made their way towards their quarters Captain Fisher the ships commander appeared and the two snapped to attention and saluted. "At ease. Robert I've made the officers banquet room available for your little talks, now I don't want to put any pressure on but tonight was supposed to be steak and chips night, so if you can wrap things up quickly the officers will be in your debt." "I'm not sure whether that's likely but I'll see what I can do." Robert said as he slipped off for a quick shower, bite to eat and got changed into his formal uniform, it was the most regal thing he possessed onboard a warship, he only hoped the rank of Flt.Lt didn't diminish his royal position his sister was banking on. He grabbed a leather bound notebook and made his way to the wood panelled room in which the talks would take place. Now he just had to wait. |
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| Nova | Feb 18 2016, 10:39 PM Post #18 |
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“Pace Vinitsia” *A helicopter, begin to approach the Morelander formation, after being authorize to continue on its route, helicopter approach the HMS Sharpe, and finally land. Getting out of it, the Vinitsian Vice Doge for Foreign Affairs, followed by two diplomats and a military advisor*
Long live the Republic, May God be with you, - Doge's Office |
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| Los Vatican | Feb 19 2016, 01:42 AM Post #19 |
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February 3rd International Waters The military had already already planned to make a clear impression on the delegation before hand, scheduling a large display of Khanate Air Power to coincide with the arrival of the HMS Sharpe to the scene. Overhead, dozens of MiG-29Ks, Sukhoi Su-33s and the latest Kestrel stealth fighters flew in perfect formation - long V-shaped wedges not too far above from the aircraft carrier's flight deck. One Kestrel broke off from his squadron's formation, circling the aircraft carrier before obtaining to land the fighter-craft directly on the deck. A barrel roll just two hundred feet above sea-level caught everyone's attention before the fighter made its descent. It was a neat landing and caught the eye of more than a few observing Morelander sailors on board. After settling itself down with the direction of a deck officer, the cockpit canopy popped open to reveal a pair of Khanate aviators in full flight gear. They exited the aircraft together and took off their helmets before approaching the delegation. "Major Petrenko." the older one said, not bothering to shake the Vinitsians' hands. A set of thick sunglasses found their way onto his nose, blocking his eyes from view. "Head of the Golden Horde 101st Fighter Squadron. "The younger one's name is Zaitsev, First Lieutenant Dmitri Zaitsev. He's my second and he will be taking note of the event." It was an obvious diplomatic snub by the Khanate. Clearly, the Khan had more important things on his plate. "His Eminence Guyuk Khan is occupied with several dealings up north. I have been sent by my Chief of Staff to act as an emissary in his stead. He wishes to see a peaceful resolution to this regrettable affair, though he insists that the Khanate has reacted fairly to a great series of injustices." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Southeast Japao Current Time  The three-man team had infiltrated Japao territory seven hours prior, sneaking across Japao's territorial waters before sunrise by a NGROM Delivery Vehicle and making shore without being detected by Japao coastal patrols. The Office of Naval Intelligence had sent them ashore with the express purpose of conducting reconnaissance of several suspected SAM and Anti-Ship missile batteries stationed on Japao's southeastern coast. They had been told that interrogation of a well-connected prisoner had given them a lead on the missiles' location and were sent specifically to confirm the validity of ONI's information. So far, the source had been correct. Viktor and his two brothers-in-arms had taken over two hundred photographs of assorted Patriot and Harpoon launch units in the hours after making landfall. All three men were elite members of the Imperial Navy's Group Reconnaissance/Observation Mission (NGROM) force, a special operations team of naval commandos trained specifically for infiltration, reconnaissance and sabotage operations. Though they had several scares involving an enemy corvette and several swift boat patrols, the men had remained invisible with the help of their NDV's stealthy design, their own modular camouflage suits and superior training. Not a shot had been fired, save those with the cameras. "Sixty of the total 90 SAM units confirmed present and marked.." he murmured to himself as he type furiously onto a specialized water-proof, encrypted laptop the team had carried with them. Hidden in the foliage, he and his men were now sending detailed photographs, maps and notes to ONI with the help of a portable satellite relay system. "Forty five harpoon anti-ship launchers as well.. all where the bitch said they were.." A green pop-up signified that the transfer had been successful, compelling him to close up his lamaptop and motion for his men to pack up the equipment. They would be leaving soon. "Let's get out of here, lads.. Mission accomplished." Edited by Los Vatican, Feb 19 2016, 01:44 AM.
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| UnitedMoreland | Feb 21 2016, 03:10 PM Post #20 |
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"Anyone would think this Khanate chaps believed no one had ever seen an airplane before" Captain Fisher commented from his position up in the tower. They waited for the silly bravado to finish before watching the Major's aircraft land, a deck crew ensured it was stowed safely to one side freeing up the deck space for further landings, the carrier was after all still carrying out its own flights as part of routine actions. The Vice Doge for Foreign Affairs was shown below deck rather quickly after the arrival, Fisher was not keen for their to be a diplomatic incident on his deck, he wasn't even that happy with the whole mission, but his was not to reason why. The Vice Doge was shown into a state room usually used for meetings by Fisher with commanders of other boats. "You'll be able to wait for your allies here, please help yourself to drinks." a steward informed the Vice Doge. Meanwhile next door Robert had taken to doodling in his notebook, there was a knock on the door and he closed his book. "Your Highness" the steward said entering the room, "The Vice Doge of Vinitsia is next door awaiting his allies, may I introduce Major Petrenko and First Lieutenant Zaitsev." the steward held the door open for the two, Robert stood and made his way over. "Major, Liuetenant" he said shaking hands with both, "Please take a seat, help yourself to water, coffee is in the pot, I'm sure we can rustle up some tea too." He waited for them to get settled. "So what authority do you come here with, I mean what are you at liberty to agree to or not, it'd help me mediate the situation knowing that. " |
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