ARCHIVED: The Unconventional weapon's search in Grogeriovania

Presidential Office, Grogeriovanian National Building
Mygrovska, Grogeriovania


Premier Ballenka sat in front of a large table. At this table were also seated his cabinet, high ranking officials and staff except for the Vice President, Sir Galladan Vhenos, who was abroad strengthening ties with other nations. The president and his the other people in the room were studying the documents in front of them. Those documents were about the chemical weapons of Grogeriovania. Officially, Grogeriovania does not have any chemical, or any unconventional weapons stored in the country. According to the World Assembly N16 agreement signed back in October, the old nation of Grogeria would have to dismantle all of its unconventional weaponry so that the World Assembly could move their people into a less hostile region. King Petyr happily signed this treaty and to the best of his knowledge and that of the general public, those weapons were dismantled and destroyed. The military however, which was at odds with King Petyr, secretly preserved and smuggled its chemical weapons to Grogeriovania, the new home of the Grogerians. The weapons were hidden from Petyr's regime. Now that Ballenka was in power, the military revealed to him the hidden weapons and pleaded and he kept it. Ballenka agreed and was in fact delighted that the weapons still existed. He worked with his Director of Defense and high-ranking members of the military worked with him to construct a defense plan that would make Grogeriovania a fortress. And as with any fortress, take out one foundations it was build on and the entire thing collapses.

Recently, the president has invited a group of Malvadian and Checkerian inspectors into the country to investigate the allegations that the country maybe building up it's chemical weaponry stockpile again. He needed to gain the trust of both nation's leaders so that he could get them to join the U.D.N.N.P. With those nations under the U.D.N.N.P, he could topple the undemocratic nations with its influence and he could make sure that the two nations would be his mutual allies. He couldn't afford to have his chemical weapons destroyed either, as they are vital for the country's defense in his opinion. He had to hide it from them and hide it good.

He gave the document in front of his one last look and gave a look at the other people sitting around the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you may as well know, several personnel from the nations of Malvad and Checkers are coming to Grogeriovania to inspect whether or not we do obtain WMDs. The files you have read before you state that we do have a MWD development and manufacturing program. One of those files is about 'Operation: Midnight'. Operation: Midnight is about the strategic plan of how we conceal those weapons from the inspectors and keep the trust and support of the two nations who are sending the inspectors. If we fail, not only will the security of our nation be undermined, but also we would find ourselves scrutinized and without allies in the North Pacific. Needless to say, I do not have to elaborate how much is riding on this entire operation." Ballenka said, the tone of his tone giving the weight of the matter.

Everybody in the room knew what was riding on their gambit. The new Director of Foreign Affairs, Mr. Dimetri Mallachev, asked the first question.

"The plans laid out here seem all thought out and every possibility has been addressed but do we have a plan b just in case the weapons are found?"

Ballenka, the 35-year old blonde man who hair was starting to grey at the sides of his head, looked at the director grimly. Mallachev became overcome with fear for a moment as Ballenka looked at him with silent intent.

"We 'silence the inspectors. Cover it up as an accident." Ballenka said in a dark and dry manner.

Mallachev swallowed hard and the room feel dead silent. If there was one person in the room who didn't knew the gravity of the situation before, they sure did now.

Mallachev spoke again.

"I know what's riding here but we can't just kill them. Perhaps we could bribe them or cover up the weapons as chemical by-products."

"Who are you fooling with this? They are experts, We can't fool them we such simple lies. As for bribing them, if the situation does occur and they do not take the money, then we would have no choice but to make them disappear."

Mallachev feel a cold sweat run down the side of his neck. Ballenka was mad, this wasn't the fair-handed leader he signed up to work for. He looked to his left where a general was raising his hand.

This general was Lieutenant General Patrick Markolivich. He was assigned to lead the operation.

"Why don't we simply smuggle the weapons to Hevannova before the inspectors arrive, wouldn't that be a better solution?" The General asked.

"Under any under circumstances, yes and in fact we are sending some of the weapons there but we cannot smuggle all of it out of the country without raising suspicion. At the pace we are moving them now, it will take a year for us to complete move all of the stockpile there. I do not know when the inspectors will arrive but there is simple not enough time. We must hide it, we have no choice." Ballenka responded.

The people in the room stayed for another hour and a half further discussing the plan and ironing out any problems. When the committee was confident enough to be sure of it succeeding, they were dismissed by Ballenka. Ballenka stayed in the room however, thinking and rethinking every possible scenario that could and would happen. He would personally make sure that the weapons would be kept hiding from the world at all cost, for the safety of his country and his people.
 
Three Advancement Ministry planes took off from Mt. Chisinau Air Base promptly at 1900 hours. Each plane contained its own science laboratory and living quarters for a crew. The main plane had a command center to coordinate the operation. Dr. Travers sat in the command center looking over the mission briefing and some scientific data.

"Doctor Travers?"

The Doctor jumped and looked up. It was only her aide Sebastian Denns. She relaxed, "Yes Sebastian?"

"I'm sorry for startling you Doctor. I came to check on you. You weren't in your room and I thought you might be here. Have you considered getting some rest? You have seemed nervous since the briefing earlier."

"I'm too nervous. I have to keep doing something. This mission is a huge deal. It could become very dangerous and I don't want anyone to be harmed. It's worse because I am in charge of this whole mission. I am responsible if anything goes wrong."

"Doctor-"

"Sebastian, we've known each other long enough. You"re allowed to call me Andrea."

"Fine. Doctor-I mean Andrea-you can't burden yourself with this. I know that with you in charge the mission will go smoothly. And if it doesn't I know that you will have done everything in your power to prevent it."

"But, how do you know that?"

"As you said we've known each other long enough. I just know you can do it."

"Thank you Sebastian. Can you take these documents to my desk? I think I'll try to get some rest."

"Of course Andrea."

Travers went off to her room and, after a few minutes of thinking over what Sebastian had said, she fell sound asleep.
 
2022 Brensiv steet,
Mygrovska, Grogeriovania


Demetri Mallachev sat at his red sofa facing his television. The news on the tube was about the coming of the foreign inspectors to clarify that there was no weapons of mass destruction in Grogeriovania. If only they knew how wrong they were. Demetri took another gulp of soda whiskey he was holding and stared at the t.v. There was Ballenka, assuring the public and other nations of the North Pacific that there was absolutely nothing to worry about. Demetri almost felt himself throw up. The tension and the fear inside of him was building. He didn't want anybody to die, he didn't want anybody to disappear. He looked down at his glass and noticed that he didn't have any drink left in it. He grabbed the bottle and found it empty too. Just then there was a knock at the door and he jumped out of his seat. Between the news that they might have to kill somebody and the extreme amount of coffee his been drinking, anything could push him to the edge. He walked over to the door and looked through the peephole and when he identified the person standing outside, he quickly opened the door. His fingers shook and was covered in sweat, making the task of opening a simple door lock a but more difficult. As the door opened, a brunette woman with blonde highlights the hair on the left side of her head greeted him.

"Hey Dmitri, how are you?" She said and then observed him more carefully. "Is something wrong? What happened?"

"Get inside now." Demetri said. She let her in and he quickly closed the door behind her. "Can I get your jacket? Do you want a drink or something?" He asked.

"What's wrong?" She asked, more firm and commanding this time.

"You're right, the underground was right." He said, he palms on his forehead while he stared at the ground.

"Right about what?" She asked again.

"The weapons and the military." He said.

"F*ck." She muttered under he breathe as she heard what he said.

"Listen Katya, I've sent one of mine to send information of this to your hideout in the city. He's safe, I would trust him with my life but I didn't tell him what he was delivering or who are the people he's delivering it too. I sent you files about the weapons and the plan to hide them. Most of the names, dates sand locations are blacked out and I'm sorry about it. I couldn't get myself a proper copy of the damn thing without getting caught. this is some deep sh*t I've gotten myself into."

"Get your head straight Dmitri, nothing's going to happen to you. You're going to be fine, okay?" She reassured him.

Demetri placed his glass of whiskey on the table and placed his pressed his palms on his face.

"I can't do it Katya, I can't go to work tommorow."

"What do you mean?" She looked at him and he stared at her. She saw his weary and tired eyes. She knew that he was about to break down.

"Hey, clam down. You have to go to the capital tommorow or else they'll figure out something's wrong. Everything's going to be fine. I'll be watching you and so will the Sentinels." She said and gave him a warm embrace.

"You'll have to send the Malvadians and Chekerians a message. Tell them to meet you first before going with the investigation. They're either going to look for the weapons in the wrong place or they place themselves in danger." Demetri said, clamming down.

"I'll get the message out, I'll try and send it to the Malvadian embassy." She replied. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?" She asked.

"Could you stay for the night?" He asked. "I just need some company."

She patted his back. "I'll be happy to." She replied. They both headed up the stairs to Demetri's bedroom. What they were doing could possibly get both of their lives in danger. They would at least make the best of this night and hope for the best in the coming days.
 
Mygrovska, Grogeriovania 0300 hours

The Advancement Ministry planes landed in Grogeriovania in the early morning. A small team from the Malvadian Embassy was waiting. Doctor Travers, her assistant, and the team leaders came off the planes and headed for the team.

"Welcome Doctor Travers to Grogeriovania. The ambassador is waiting at the embassy to speak with you. Please come this way."

The team escorted her and the team leaders to waiting black SUVs. They left the airport and headed for the embassy. Within fifteen minutes they had reached the embassy located in the inner city. They stopped at the gates. A quick search and identification was done and then the gates were opened. The team was dropped off and the SUVs drove off.

Ambassador Lyndon Robbins stood at the doorway waiting. "Welcome to the Malvadian Embassy Doctor Travers. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Please follow me to my office. We have much to discuss. The rest of your team can follow my assistants."

"Thank you Ambassador. My assistant, Sebastian, will also be joining us."

"Of course Doctor. Now please follow me."

Doctor Travers and Sebastian followed Ambassador Robbins to the second floor. Robbins' office was a large red room with many bookshelves and a small sitting area. Three men stood by the large wooden desk in the back of the room.

"Doctor Travers, let me introduce Intelligence Coordinator Samuel Wilson."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. But I was not told I would be meeting you."

"Some things are better left as surprise instead of left on record," piped up Coordinator Wilson, "We do not want any record of this meeting in any official documents."

"What is this meeting about Coordinator?"

"Well of course about the whole reason you are here. And before we start I must ask that your assistant leave."

"Why?"

"This is above his clearance level. And the less people who know, the better."

"I understand. Sebastian, wait for me outside."

"Of course Doctor Travers."

Sebastian quickly left the room and took a seat in the hallway. The remaining people took a seat in front of the Ambassador's desk.

"Now Doctor, as you know we believe the Grogerian government has lied to us about the existence of the chemical weapons stockpile. You are of course here because of this. Your teams will be sent to locations where the suspected weapons might be. The list will be sent to you tomorrow with team assignments."

"Thank you Coordinator. Is there anything else?"

"Yes. I have been told by the Advancement Minister and the MISA Director to fill you in on our intelligence we have gathered. Of most importance is the status of our two agents. Agent 22, our top agent, has successfully infiltrated the Grogerian government. He was just recently hired as one of Premier Ballenka's aides. We are hoping he will be able to confirm the suspected weapons and their locations. We can then evacuate all personnel without incidence. Agent 02 is part of the Underground. He doesn't know what, but he knows something big is happening. Sadly this is the most intelligence we have at the moment."

"Thank you for the briefing Coordinator. But what will we do if we discover the weapons? We will be in grave danger if they find that we discovered them."

"I can answer that," said the Ambassador, "In the event that a danger is presented to your teams, the embassy, the agents, or any Malvadian citizen everyone will be evacuated as soon as possible. Your planes will be on constant standby along with helicopters here at the embassy. If possible the agents will remain in their current positions. Our evacuation will also be covered, if need be, by the 2nd Fleet's air force."

Wilson responded, "Thank you Ambassador. Now I must be off. I must check in on our agents."

Coordinator Wilson left the room and sent Sebastian back in. The Ambassador and Doctor Travers stood.

"Well Doctor, I believe we have a meeting soon with Premier Ballenka and his chemical team."
 
Three black Sigma Force vans drove the Checkers team to the Malvadian embassy, since Checkers was tense with Grogeriovania and had none. As Captain Fitzpatrick's van pulled into the gates, Captain Leila Riccio of S1 met him in the courtyard and they shook hands, being old friends from the elite Southridge military academy. Riccio had arrived days earlier.

"Great to see you, Leila!"

"Captain," she replied curtly. "Would you like to walk inside wih me?"

Confused, Fitzpatrick followed. Once they'd entered the Checkerian quarters, Leila chuckled. "Sorry, Andy. The Grogs are almost certainly watching us. Franklin's been on a secure line with me for weeks."

"As in, the INTELLIGENCE DIRECTOR Roger Franklin?" the Captain gasped. "Wha- Why?"

"The Malvadians told us they had spies in Ballenka's office," she confided. "Well, we do too. We haven't told them because we're worried they may not be secure.

"The point is, we think you may be under attack. Ballenka is so worried about Chancellor Vassar's retaliation that he's willing to cover up the evidence. There's going to be an accident, but we can't send you under heavy guard because they'll know something is up. So we're going to covertly record you instead since it probably will happen."

"Right," Fitzpatrick mused. "So you'll- WHAT? DID YOU JUST-" he stopped to calm himself down, then it was his turn to be curt. "You're sending us on a suicide mission."

"This wasn't my idea!" Captain Riccio protested. "I fought it as hard as I could. But we can't not send you and we can't let them get away with this."

"No. No. I'm telling the scientists."

Leila grasped him by the shoulders. "You CANNOT. This is under lock and key. You'll be strapped in, you won't know they're there. I just...."

"Fine." Fitzpatrick shook her off. "I won't squeal on you. But I can't believe you'd sell us out." He turned on his heel and strode down the hall.

"THIS IS STRAIGHT FROM VASSAR!" she cried after him. "Agh, what have I done?"
 
Ambassador Robbins, Doctor Travers, and Sebastian left the office and walked towards the Checkerian section of the building. They soon found Captain Riccio.

"Captain Riccio, let me introduce our lead scientist Doctor Andrea Travers and her assistant Sebastian Denns."

"A pleasure to meet you both. Did you need something Ambassador?"

"Yes. Could you tell me where Captain Fitzpatrick might be?"

"Um, yes Ambassador. I-I think he went down the hall there," her voice shaking.

"Thank you Captain."

They then went down the hall until they found the meeting room the Captain was sitting in. He had a look of confusion and anger on his face.

"Captain Fitzpatrick, I am Ambassador Lyndon Robbins. The Doctor and I are heading to a meeting with Ballenka and his chemical team. Since you are the leading Checkerian I ask that you join us."
 
A group of Malvadians burst into the room where Fitzpatrick had entered a few minutes ago. He was sitting there in shock, still trying to process what he had just heard. He heard an unfamiliar one say something and sat there confusedly for several seconds. Then, pulling himself together, he asked the man if he could repeat himself.

"Yes, Captain," he said patiently. "I am Ambassador Robbins, and I ask you join us for a meeting with the Premier and his chemical team."

"Of course, Ambassador," Fitzpatrick said. "It would be good to get my mind off- well, I'll be along now. Shall we go?"
 
The iron gates opened to the Presidential Office in the Grogeriovanian National Building. Fitzpatrick watched out the tinted black windows of his Malvadian van, in disbelief that he was so close to the controversial Premier Ballenka. Suddenly, a troupe of six Grogerian soldiers ran up to the car and forced the door open. The Captain jumped back and squeezed his eyes shut right as he heard a loud bang...

OOC: Your move, dude ;)
 
OCC: Just came back and you guys put me in an impossible position. xD

The soldiers flung open the door and one of them ordered the men to get out while the five others gave them cover. The men were then rushed inside the Capital Building. Smoke was rising in the horizon and shouting could be heard in the distance. Once everyone was inside, a tall, slick man wearing a sharp suit and light-framed glasses came to meet them.

"I'm sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, the protest in this country could get a little extreme. Just behind the building, a number a rowdy activist just had a dose of the nation's new instrument in keeping peace and order. Welcome to Grogeriovania, home of the free Grogerian people. Please, make yourselves at home. Would you like any drinks?"
 
The Ambassador and Doctor Travers were rushed into the capital building. Smoke was rising in the distance after a loud bang. Grogerian troops had rushed everyone into the building.

A Grogerian official had come to meet them. He mentioned extreme protests and then some new "instrument" to keep peace and order.

Ambassador Robbins spoke up, "I'm sorry, but what is this new 'instrument'? And what are these protests over?"
 
OOC: Nice save ;)

Fitzpatrick said, "Yes, what are you talking about? And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking, sir?"
 
The man turned around and told another young man to fetch them some bottled water in Pettins. He turn back around when the foreigners began asking questions. He smiled and began to address their questions.

"Well, I guess I should first tell you about what the protest are all about. You see, Ballenka has taken a small percentage of the funding in Education and transferred it to defense. Of course, a number of people were upset and organized a peaceful rally. It was peaceful until, from what I gather, a type of explosive was set off and somebody began firing shots into the air.

That's when our newest piece of technology comes into play. The Palkonnov A-380 riot-control device is a tank outfitted with a device that fires a soundwave so loud it disorientates people but not loud enough to cause serious injuries. It's perfect safe but it is still debatable whether or not it is harmless.

Now gentlemen, if you follow me, we're going to meet Premier Ballenka to discuss matters further before you start your investigation. I'am Nikolai Kovrinski, your envoy to the country. If there is anything that you would need, please just ask me."

The young lad hurried back carrying cold water bottles. He handle one each and turned around, facing the gigantic mural showing the kings of the Grogeria and King Petyr.

"This way gentlemen."
 
Fitzpatrick turned to Ambassador Robbins and muttered, "You'd think they would have told us about this before we came?"
 
"It is rather unusual," responded the Ambassador, "More disturbing is the fact that they still do not know if it is harmful, and they are already using it. I will inform our Foreign Minister once I return the embassy."
 
Lord Nwahs enters the room. He notices a few dead men, and leaves immediately.

(OOC: well... is this still a thing? Seeing as many of the nations involved have CTE'd.)
 
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