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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Sat Jun 24, 2017 8:33 pm

20:19, Apartment Complex, Zantos, Kalopia, MRSF.

A familiar knock geared Tomas’ attention towards the door. Unlike the reserved, light knocks of the landlord, this was stern and melodic, as though the person behind the door was attempting to initiate a signal. Tomas cautiously approached the door, yet his eyes geared onto an escape exit which stood to his immediate right. Initially, when the apartment was acquired, there stood a door separating Tomas and the neighbor to the right, for the building (prior to being converted into an apartment) was an office building and the landlord had not bothered to rearrange the structure of the building to fit the character of an apartment building. Instead he had encouraged the tenants to erect their own walls and boundaries, giving them nearly absolute autonomy when it pertained to the structure of their rooms. Tomas had collaborated with his neighbor to use the door, which had separated them, as a means of escaping his apartment in the event of a fire or a burglary. Through Tomas’ assistance in soundproofing the walls between them, the neighbor had agreed to the arrangement.

Although a risky move, Tomas looked through the peephole only to discover that it was Monica and Stacia whom had returned from their appointment at the clinic. Monica had been married to Tomas for around fifteen years now mainly due to an arranged married conducted by the Foreign Intelligence Service as a means of deepening the realism and authenticity of their non-official covers. Stacia was born to them fifteen years ago. Tomas promptly opened the door, allowing Monica to slip in with Stacia in tow. He locked the door behind them as they entered.

“I meet her teacher at the doctor’s office, she said that Stacia must be in attendance of the Vanguardist commemoration parade. So you could drop her off in front of the National Congress in Eleopolis.” Tomas stepped closer to Monica to whisper, “I don’t want her getting into that shit, and I made it clear to the centre that I am not going to let her be indoctrinated.” Monica in return whispered, “I know, but the office wants you to be in Eleopolis and observe a person of interest. They are supposed to send the codified text later today to outline the mission.” She concluded. Stacia made her way towards her bedroom, seeing that her parents were engaged in a conversation which she had no interest in. She had learnt over the years to subtract herself from the conversations her parent had. Monica made sure to accentuate this into Stacia until it became a natural instinct. “In the mean-time, the oven needs cleaning.” Monica said without an expressive change in emotion, walking off to the living room.

A combination of burnt cheese, grease and dropped pieces of food had formed an almost cement-like layer at the button of the oven. “Spy or not, this is just disgusting.” Tomas whispered to himself. “Next time you should just try microwaved food.” He shouted to Monica. Tomas chuckled at the fact that Monica did not respond, telling him immediately that she does not intend on switching to microwavable food. Tomas scrubbed away at the grime for roughly fifteen minutes with little to no progress, so he did as any other person, he gave up. He stood up, wiping his hands in a napkin. Unexpectedly the telephone rang. Tomas turned to answer it. “Mr. Zografos?” a familiar voice responded to his answer. “This is laundry, please come collect your suit at our outlet on Bonassa street.” the woman concluded. Tomas knew that it Ms. Procopiou was attempting to present a codified message. For a brief moment he ran through the message, forming it into actual meaning of Ms. Procopiou’s statement. “(Your handler will be would like to see you tomorrow on Bonassa street.)”. Tomas returned to the conversation, “Alright, thank you. I will be there around seven, in the morning that is.” Tomas concluded before hanging up the phone.

Tomas walked into the living room, dropping himself into the chair next to Monica. “They want me to meet with Aslak tomorrow, possibly to brief me on the person of interest.” He said rumbling the bridge of his nose. “I will drop Stacia off at the parade and talk with Aslak.” He continued before boosting himself off the chair. “I’m going to bed early, I want to wake up early tomorrow do to something.” He concluded before walking up the stairs to the bedroom.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Reddy » Mon Jun 26, 2017 11:03 am

14:36 Mahdi Hotel, Malah, al-Najd, Federal Republic of Kalopia-Wantuni

So many zeros. He looked at the pieces of paper once more and tucked them back into the hidden compartment of his briefcase. 10 pieces of paper for 10 troublemakers. Harun looked at the mirror once more and marveled at how he had disappeared, the old him that is. The man of tracksuits, cheap haircuts and a permanent five o’clock shadow has been transformed as if by magic to one in flowing robes, with a beard any Ayatollah would envy and a watch that ten of his friends from the Directorate would have to pool their salaries together for a half a year to buy. It was always hotter than home here or at least seemed to be. Wantunis were an obnoxious and rude people, nothing like the graceful people of his homeland al-Qalb (Kafuristan)

He waited in the hotel dining lounge for the very first of the troublemakers. She arrived and sat across from him. She was also dressed for her part very well, the part of a hotel dwelling hussy. He reached into his briefcase and produced two Gaduri cigars. They were big, thick and the cigar paper strangely colourless. He stuck one in his mouth and offered the other to her. She took it and looked about to burn 15 million LOD and then demurred, putting it in her handbag. They chatted for a few minutes and then she left. No doubt that cigar once claimed from a certain tight-lipped foreign bank would cause more than a few minutes of conversations. Mothers and wives would weep, sons would bleed to death and Istalia's empire shaken.

The second one was a young man dressed in the same powder-blue uniform that the waiters all had on. He was actually a waiter but obviously sympathized with the cause enough to make such a dangerous pick up. Wantuni’s security services were hardly gentler than Kafuri ones and as apt at using acid, electrodes, kicks and slaps on anyone. The waiter cleared the plate, one of them having another piece of paper stuck underneath. Later a maid came in to sweep and found something she was meant to find, perhaps something a rude businessman threw to the floor just as she came in. Seven other followed and by the end of the afternoon, it was done. He left for his car, his brain already hard at work, mentally composing his report to the Director of the Mukhabarat’s Wantuni Mission about the drop-offs. Once the money was withdrawn, the equipment acquired, chaos would blanket this precious little southern half of the mighty statelet of Kalopia-Wantuni and a kindly big brother, his homeland would no doubt be ready and willing to help out.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:08 pm

08:19, Bonassa street, Eleopolis, Kalopia, MRSF.

“And how is Stacia?” Aslak questioned, glancing in Tomas' direction. An icy pause, “She is fine,” Tomas responded in a hurried voice, seemingly wanting to derail any attempts to develop a conversation on Stacia with Aslak. “Why did you call me?” he questioned, seemingly attempting to change the subject of discussion. Aslak acknowledged this and went along with it, “the Office (Foreign Intelligence Headquarters) has been following intelligence from Zardugal.” Aslak pulled Tomas in the direction of the Vanguardist parade which could be heard in the distance. “A Beiteynuese aircraft recently landed in Eleopolis.” Aslak explained. “So what could this mean?” Tomas questioned Aslak. Aslak paused before sighing, “I don’t know.” Contact between Beiteynu and Kalopia was unusual. A stringently, anti-communist state having contact with a stringently communist state was eye-arching. “The Office is working with the cousin (Military Intelligence) on evaluating the possibility of scientific cooperation between Beiteynu and Kalopia.” Aslak continued. “Whatever it is, the office would like you to take interest in this man.” Aslak paused before revealing an image of a Kalopian scientist on his cellphone. “Professor Anatole Gounaris, Chemical Engineer at the Cimon Nassos Institute for Chemical Research.” Aslak handed his cellphone to Tomas, thus enabling him to mark Professor Gounaris’ appearance.

“Our surveillance teams marked him entering and exiting the Akrópoli (official residence of the Chairman of Kalopia). Sending the surveillance team into the office is extremely dangerous as the National Intelligence Vanguard patrols about the hallways and offices. The office is asking you to get close to him and extract information pertaining to the unholy alliance between Yishelem and Eleopolis.” Aslak concluded taking his cellphone back from Tomas. “The office said that they will continue surveilling Professor Gounaris until you are done with your mission. Message the office and confirm with them that we had this meeting.” Aslak stressed to Tomas. “We never had to clock in with the office daily, why do it now?” Tomas questioned, assuming something had gone wrong. “It is a precautionary measure. With the SSA and the National Intelligence Vanguard lurking throughout the streets, it makes our situation more difficult than it already is.” Aslak concluded before telling Tomas “Ha det bra (goodbye)” in Kazulian as he walked off.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Reddy » Tue Jun 27, 2017 6:22 pm

16:58 unknown location, Malah, al-Najd, Federal Republic of Kalopia-Wantuni

“First we take Caliph Mukrin Street and then we post 25 men at each corner here, there and there.” She smashed her forefinger into the street map while she gave orders to the men. Harun thought her red beret seemed a tad theatrical, did communists have to wear red, weren’t their sour looking faces identity enough. There was no mistaking the iron in her and the men sat so silent one could almost hear a camel grunt on Eupator (Moon?) She looked as grim as any high ranked party official back home.
He had only come here to hand her a copy of the city police’s riot squad response manual. He stayed to watch and he was now almost convinced that the Director’s plot would work. Agitate, escalate and repeat…over and over again.

He thought of his fellow agents doing the same thing he as doing today in Malah. By the time all of the Director’s Wantuni friends set 'torches' all over al-Najd and a few places in Mossavi, everything would burn. Molotov cocktails, burnt cars would choke the skies with smoke. And at that point, Kafuristan the motherland would step on the stage and play her part, extending her embrace over the troubled little Federal Republic.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Axxell » Tue Jun 27, 2017 8:37 pm

21.06, President' s Office, Quattroregni Palace, Romula

The President closed the folder in leather with a nervous gesture under the eyes of the Director of the Intelligence.
The Supreme Security Council had lasted all the day: the forces in Kalopia-Wantuni had been alerted, Helios's government was ready to officially seek Istalian assistance, and naval forces around Majatra had already received the order to converge towards central Majatran State, but now they had to deal with other.
The President approached one of the windows of the studio, opened it and then lit a cigarette watching the city. He wanted to relax it a bit but the thoughts were too much and the tension so much. He kept looking at the lights over the window when he turned to the other man:
"I hope I make myself clear, Caporali"
"Crystalline sir"
"We have to strike, as fast as possible and no matter by what means! They do not have the total control of the nation, they do not have a majority too large over the opposition, and we made many friends after that favor a few years ago and they are not yet out of the Alliance, we have men well-placed for years now and after the defensive cooperation we know where and how to strike"
"We could throw him down the defense and telecommunication network for a few hours, but then they will take the necessary countermeasures."
"And for when they will take it, we will know lofes and times about them! But some computer trick will be not enough! I'm an old man, bitchy and I often me and the tecnology we are at the opposite! I like... the old-school way!"
"Well, ther'is ways... and ways to handle this, and the defense commission may not like it, as well as the Government"
"You let me worry about that Director, you must focus on doing what I asked for! I want the boundaries of the Federal Republic waterproof and I'm not interested in how many coffins we will drag in front of the Kafuristan, Vanuku or Socialist Republic doors, as well as I do not care If we have to use a bit of polonium or some bullet with the right people at their home! "
At that point the Director stopped looking at the President who in turn stared straight into his eyes.
"Some problems Director?"
"During the meeting we did not talk about such operations in enemy territory"
"I'm talking with you about it now and we will not talk anymore about this subject in the future: I don't want any kind of limitations! Whether we need information as well as to take some general or minister out, every means must be lawful!"
"And... if some of our agents were to be discovered?"
"Deny, deny it to the end!" The President replied strangely calm, like if he said the most obvious thing in the world. "With all the people we have in the pay in Majatra and who owes us some favors, it will not be difficult to find the right people, right?"
"Yes, sir"
"And about people who run around through Majatra, you are among the firsts to know it: I want to go to Skalm! The OCSC today shall give us the most support and co-operate with Kazulian intelligence must be first thing. they still operate behind the iron curtain, it isn't? "
"Yes, but you know... they never give too much details to the OCSC's allies"
"Well, who doesn't, right?" He looked at him with a grin. "We defend each other, but everyone has their own affairs and interests! We don't try to step on the toes of the others!"
"Sure" said the Chief of Intelligence with a smirk.
"I think it's all Caporali, ah... one last thing: I want the names of who helped them organize this brothel, some heads will fall in Kalopia-Wantuni!" He concluded with tight teeth before to dismisse the Director Caporali.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby colonelvesica » Tue Jun 27, 2017 9:52 pm

It was no secret that the Federal Republic of Kalopia-Wutani was right now Terra's "flashpoint" with most nations watching this breakaway nation with immensely increased attention. That the Federal Republic of Hutori's HSIS was also immensely interested and invested would have surprised no one in the intelligence community.

The official upgrading of the Consulate-General to full Embassy hadn't just been a diplomatic gesture by the Hutorian government in Bekenial to show their support for Helios; it had been an excuse by the Hutorian government, and more specifically HSIS, to expand the diplomatic staff in Helios to a particularly large size, and massively increase the size of HSIS presence in the Majatran nation. Curtis MacGraw, the new Ambassador, was in fact an HSIS Official Government Cover Asset, who had been working as the Chief of Station for East Kalopia. With increased pressure and interest in the nation, not only was MacGraw now Ambassador, but also Section Chief for all of Eastern Majatra, a huge promotion and the highest ranking Hutorian intelligence Officer in Majatra outside of the Section Chiefs in the MRSF's capital and the Section Chief for Western Majatra working out of the Embassy in Belgae.

In addition it also gave him a new Deputy Chief of Mission, Christopher Walker, also an HSIS Officer who was now the active serving Chief of Station, who brought with him innumerable elements from the Alternative Options Branch as part of both the security detail and consular and embassy staff, expanding HSIS capabilities to their zenith. One particular asset was a young woman by the name of Madelyn Hunter, a member of the Alternative Options Branch and now Field Officer in charge of all NOC in the nation, with the perks of Diplomatic Immunity.

Romula and Skalm, the two nations most interested in East Kalopia's continued existence were quietly informed by the new HSIS Director, Malcolm Prescott, that HSIS has expanded their presence and Helios and were ready to assist in any capability they might....
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Reddy » Wed Jun 28, 2017 12:50 pm

10:48 Presidential Palace, Helem, Kafuristan


He came in late and everyone rose when he appeared. She came in soon after and sat at his side They had all waited for two hours but it was a tiny price for Harun to meet this man who all the intelligence community swooned about. His wife Yasmin was as beguiling as the photos suggested but he, he seemed unsettled somehow. Well, being President must keep one in a state.

The secretary of the Supreme National Security Council called the meeting to order. He began by naming all those who had attended the meeting and when he named Harun, Harun felt so good, he could not feel a thing. The Secretary asked Harun, the special guest to give them a statement about his mission in al-Najd, Kalopia-Wantuni with the Operation Shabaab. With an effortlessness that he did not possess, he narrated the operations and the results so far. As he got to the end, suddenly she spoke. “It’s not enough, Ayman”, the First Lady proclaimed to her spouse.

The President did not reply, she was one of those people who would not stop talking. “These little games will only cause a few riots and they can contain that fast. The chaos needs to last longer, no?” The President nodded. She carried on, “Why not send Martyrs then? They can do more than a few anarchists and rioters.” The President answered, “the Martyrs have a job here keeping the fascists and Istalian spies in check…” She shook her head, “surely you can spare some, Ayman. I mean you have like 40,000 in the Popular Army and what 25,000 now in the Defence League.”

He shook his head, ”No, Umm Jalal (mother of Jalal) it would be hard to move in men especially with the border under tight security…” Her eyes shone defiantly and she cut him off, “Why not? What about sending them to the ambassador and consulates?” The President seemed stumped by that but Harun saw her line of thought and burst into the spousal debate, “In diplomatic bags and containers, the Wantunis wouldn’t dare search such. And if they did, it would be just an unfortunate people-smuggling scheme by some mid-ranking embassy officials.” Whatever annoyance the couple felt at the young agent’s interference was not evident. The President gave him a long searching look and grinned, “ Why young Harun, you seem to be in tune with Umm Jalal. She’s not widowed yet, you jacknape!” Harun smiled nervously in response.

The President continued, “Nonetheless my young rival, it is clear that you have a brain cell or two. We definitely need more than rioters, men who know how to throw more than broken bottles at Wantuni security men. Perhaps 200 or 300 or 5,000 Martyrs could be sent this way, you talk to Dr. Azma (Foreign Minister) and our Ambassador to Kalopia-Wantuni. Old al-Sharif has been too useless in al-Najd, he’s failed to inject energy into the Mission there. I’m appointing you as my special adviser on al-Najd affairs and the new Director of the Mukhabarat’s Wantuni Mission. As for old al-Sharif, you can send him back in a body bag for all I care.”
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Wed Jun 28, 2017 8:26 pm

12:11, Situational Commander Station, Helios, Mossavi, Federal Republic of Kalopia-Wantuni.

Pungent scent of rotting eggs and the choking aroma of tear gas filled the air to the point that it became difficult for anyone to breathe normally. In the distance lord clouds of smoke shrouded the moon's light, engulfing the lower half of the city into near darkness. The screams of the protesters were displaced by the battle cries of the soldiers and police officers initially dispatched to quell the resistance. "Who the fuck brought the army here!?" Steafan shouted in a panicked tone, as he had almost been run over by an armoured vehicle whilst attempting to cross the street. "Dick!" he shouted in the direction of the armoured vehicle. "Oh calm down Mr. Pulos, they are here to help us." shouted Mr. Eugenio Kellis, Regional Commander of the Wantuni Police Service, whilst he attention was centred on a map of the inner city and environs. "Here to help us? The bastard almost ran me over!" Steafan responded to the Commander's calls for him to calm himself. "Oh calm yourself Mr. Pulos." Commander Kellis responded once more. "I believe that we have more pressing matters on our hands." he continued. “We have protestors on Dioscia Avenue, rioters in-front of the parliament and more rioters making their way towards the presidential palace.” Commander Kellis explained, as he used his radio antenna, pointing at the various locations. “I believe we have the backing of State Security?” Commander Kellis questioned, breaking eye contact with the map to look at Steafan. It was clear that he wanted to the backing of State Intelligence and Security Service, his forces were too dispersed across the city and units from other provinces were commanded to maintain their defencive posture.

“To a minor extent. They are dispatching the 2nd Internal Strike Group, nothing more, nothing less.” Steafan replied to Commander Kellis, giving him a slight sigh of relief. The 2nd Internal Strike Group was formed under the Kazulian Protectorate of al-Najd as a means of infiltrating organisations such as protests and riots, enabling them to target persons who pose a threat to the security forces. They infiltrate the riots posing as rioters, arrest persons and repeat the entire process. “Commissioner Laskaris told me that the other regional commanders launched operations to remove firearms from the citizenry.” Commander Kellis explained. Commissioner Phlegethon Laskaris is the national director of the National Police Service, the state law enforcement agency of the Federal Republic of Kalopia-Wantuni. “It’s too late for that here. It is my belief that very soon people will come out with their own guns and begin to open fire on our officers.” He said worryingly. “Commander Kellis! Someone is on the line for you!” one of the officers around the command station shouted. Kellis quickly rushed to the phone, assuming that it was urgent. “Put him the fuck down then!” Kellis shouted in pure anger, slamming the phone on the receiver. “Some of a bitch had a handgun and flashed it at the soldiers guarding the parliament building.” He explained, the anger within him could be heard when he spoke.

Commander Kellis starred at the map for a good while, contemplating on an unknown factor. “What is the impetus for these riots and protests?” Steafan questioned. “That is for you to find out, I though your people knew what these riots and protests are for. We are simply here to quell and calm.” Kellis responded worried by the fact that neither the police nor the security service knew not the reason for the unrest unfolding within the city. “I will speak with the Director (Director of the State Intelligence and Security Service – KYPA) and I will request that persons be sent to Byllarnassus-Kasmurion Prison and we will begin an investigation into the reason for the riots/protests and the orchestrators of these happenings.” Steafan reassured Commander Kellis. Byllarnassus-Kasmurion Prison, is known to residents of the Federal Republic as the most ruthless prison in the country. Known for its reputation of brutal treatment of prisoners and frequent riots (which are swiftly quelled by the KYPA). “I believe that with the interrogation of those arrested, we can at least obtain a general picture of this situation.” Steafan concluded.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Kubrick » Mon Jul 24, 2017 3:36 am

15:02, meeting room of the cabinet, parliament, Wiel, Kingdom of Vanuku.

"Absolutely not!" The word spat out without a second of doubt. "Do you think I am mad, Prince?" The Duke of Nachten spat the last word out with disdain. He did not consider Prince Mrlkai a royal like the law did, he was only a cousin to the King and as far removed from the throne as a fishmonger in Prinsenaard. Yet the Prince's service record did not lie, a university education in mathematics before entering the royal military academy and graduating number six of his class. As a Lieutenant he had made a rapid rise within the Armed Forces, having been made a Major within ten years. A feat not easily done in peace time. At the age of forty he received the shoulder stripes of a Colonel and was given command of a full division. The promotion to General had never come, the Chief of Staff was afraid to look nepotistic. But truth be told, Mrlkai preferred divisional command above a desk job in Wiel. He still had time to be out in the field with his crack infantry division, the Fifth Rangers. Though those years were now long behind him, he was sixty-seven and Minister of War. The man chewing him out was the Prefect of Vanuku, Duke Aldrkai van Nachten. A civilian, but a strong leader. Minutes earlier Prince Mrlkai had proposed to start selling nuclear weapons as a way to get back on top. The Duke had not been pleased, knowing of the offer Beiteynu made and fully approving of former Prefect Verhoeven's decision to outright deny it. "But there are other nations, Alrdkai," he said, disregarding the noble title of the Duke, two can play at these petty games. "We can find strong allies and make them even stronger. Kazulia has potential to grow as a new partner for our nation, it is important we look beyond the ancient ties and start looking ahead; to greatness." He said, fully believing in his ambitious plan. The Duke merely grunted, staring at the paper until a presence in the room made itself known. "My cousin has it right. We can not get stuck in old ways or narrow paths, that got us weak. I agree with Mrlkai here, there are new allies to be made, stronger allies that we can guide and help along. We can't count on our friends of yesteryear to help us against the Istalians or anyone else that will try to trample us, mark my words. Kazulia is a first step and we'll keep a leash on them so they can't wander off. Perhaps we can simply place our missiles on their ground and sell them a few nuclear submarines. They wanted to update their navy anyways." The King spoke in a very relaxed tone without a worry in the world, it seemed more like he was discussing what pastry to eat for lunch than selling nuclear missiles to other nations. The Duke simply nodded, the King's will was his command. The Mrlkai Plan would be put into motion, the Monarchist Axis would rise once more, with new monarchs at its rear.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Mon Jul 24, 2017 11:23 pm

14:34, Statsminister's Office, 34th Floor, Office of the Statsminister Building, Skalm, Kingdom of Kazulia.

“Sir, I think that they should continue to press on with a political situation.” The Chief of Defence insisted to the Statsminister who had been hearing options of a possible intervention by Kazulia into the Vorona situation. “A military solution to this issue, although possible will be extremely risky and could plunge this situation into something it does not have to be.” He continued. “I think that we should continue on with the negotiations plan.” He concluded, looking at the Statsminister who contemplated on the options. “Although it is a risky option, how would a clandestine intervention play out?” the Statsminister questioned the Chief of Defence, seemingly wanting to weigh in on the options of intervention and silence on the matter. “Firstly we are going to need images confirming the location of the internment camps, we have to decipher which of the three camps contains the largest concentration of hostages. Of course we will not be able to take all as they are not concentrated into one area. Apart from this we need task force, mainly consisting of HSK and SRG, this can be easily established. Furthermore an exit plan is needed. We have done this on several operations prior: exfiltration via airplane is the only option. The commandos would take the rescued hostages to the nearest airport where cargo planes (with jet-assisted take-off developed by DARA) will take off and leave airspace through the cover of an electronic warfare aircraft and once in international airspace, they will be escorted by a squadron of fighter-interceptors.” The Chief of Defence concluded, looking at the Statsminister with a worried face. “Sir, I advise that we wait out the negotiation process and if it is seen that negotiations are not working, we then consider this plan.” The Statsminister nodded looking to the Foreign Minister he had been quietly listening to the options being outlined by the Chief of Defence.

“I agree with Lt. General Aagard here, we should wait out the diplomatic process which you called for and see if their attempts as resolving this issue are either successful or prove to be futile.” The Foreign Minister added. “We need to allow the process to at least be attempted. We have a consulate in Vorona, the Foreign Bureau could always infiltrate as our citizens still have unprecedented access to the services of Vorona unlike Istalians and Mordusians. Nevertheless this does not mean that we should jump on the gun and go in immediately. We need to allow for the diplomatic process to be attempted, it is imperative because if you approve this and go about executing the plans and the diplomatic solution has resulted in the release of the hostages, we could put the process in an extremely bad situation. We risk intensifying it whilst it doesn’t have to be intensified.” The Foreign Minister concluded, insisting on the Statsminister’s patience for the diplomatic/political process. “I will allow for the process to go about, but if it fails we move in, clean and fast. I want the Istalians to shut up for once and allow us to take control, because this intervention thing that they intend on doing is not going to work. We shall see the outcomes of the negotiations.” The Statsminister concluded before standing up, signalling for both the Foreign Minister and the Chief of Defence to leave the room.
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