ARCHIVED: URGENT BULLETIN

Syrixia

The one, the true, the great.
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Syrixia
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TrialByDance#0419
URGENT BULLETIN-THIS IS NOT A DRILL
A RADICAL RELIGIOUS FANATIC GROUP ATTACKED STONESSFURD AFTER THE MAIN MILITARY FORCE LEFT TO ASSIST OTHER NATIONS IN ANNE FRANK. THE MINISTER OF DEFENSE, SIR AUEL VIST, IS DEAD.

TWO TRUCKLOADS OF PRECIOUS ROANUKITE HAVE BEEN STOLEN; ALL CITIZENS OF SYRIXIA ARE URGED BY THE MINISTER OF JUSTICE TO LOCK UP THEIR VALUABLES.

FUNERAL FOR THE LATE AUEL VIST AS WELL AS THE OTHER 142 PEOPLE MURDERED SHALL BE CONDUCTED ON SUNDAY, DECEMBER 8TH, 2014.

A POLICE TASKFORCE NUMBERING AT 300 SOLDIERS HAS BEEN DEPLOYED TO STONESSFURD AND WILL REMAIN THERE FOR A PERIOD OF FOUR WEEKS UNTIL THE ARMY RETURNS.

IF YOU SEE ANYONE WEARING A SMALL CONICAL RED HAT AND A PURPLE VEST WITH A YELLOW SUN ON IT, REPORT THE SIGHTING TO THESE SOLDIERS IMMEDIATELY. YOU ARE URGED TO TAKE PICTURES AS WELL.

AGAIN, THIS IS NOT A DRILL OR A MILITARY TRAINING EXERCISE OF ANY SORT. THIS IS REAL. PLEASE REMAIN SAFE. THANK YOU.

-Syrixian Ministries of Justice and Defense
 
The above bulletin was released yesterday, at around 5 PM, when a radical religious group attacked Stonessfurd and plundered one of its nine massive vaults.

Nations are urged to leave their comments below if they so desire.
 
We don't know the religion they believe in; we've never heard of it. They seem to be monotheists, but their god is unlike anything we've seen. We've analyzed their scriptures and we found a line that we think embodies them. It says,

"4: And the SUPREME one declared, 'The Greatest Happiness is to Vanquish your Enemies; to Chase them before You, to Rob them of their Wealth, to See those Dear to them Bathed in Tears, and to Cling to your Bosom their wives and daughters, as you reduce their Cities to Ashes. You must find this happiness.' And then, the People rejoiced, and they vowed to find that greatest happiness and rid the World of the Heathens, for All Worship is to the SUPREME one only, and the Greatest Happiness is to vanquish your enemies."

This appalls us.
 
As far as the Eumenorian interior ministry is aware, this sect does not exist within Eumenor. While our nation is home to people of about 10 - 20 different large religions, there are numerous other small groups. We have a fairly close tab on anyone thought to be fanatic or dangerous. However, we have not encountered any such scriptures.

The Eumenorian government would recommend that Syrixia should temporarily disregard religious freedoms, to hunt down this clearly unstable and dangerous group. There is little a Eumenorian task force can do to aid you at this time, and we are confident your police can handle it. Let us know if the situation worsens.
 
The disregarding of religious freedom is something we'd like to avoid, however we've been working on finding the groups. We know the leaders of all Syrixia's religious groups, and we're confident one of these groups are who we're looking for.

Church of Syrixia- Esqi Julian XXVIII

Judaism- Shaya Miryam

Flemingovianism- Flemingovia

Cult of Violet- Adur Durun

Cult of the True God- Halar "The Vindicator" Tunarak
 
Syrixia:
The disregarding of religious freedom is something we'd like to avoid, however we've been working on finding the groups. We know the leaders of all Syrixia's religious groups, and we're confident one of these groups are who we're looking for.

Church of Syrixia- Esqi Julian XXVIII

Judaism- Shaya Miryam

Flemingovianism- Flemingovia

Cult of Violet- Adur Durun

Cult of the True God- Halar "The Vindicator" Tunarak
Basing from outfit and tenets, I have to assume that the Cult of the True God is the religious zealot group.
 
The Spokesman of Eumenor:
Don't jump to conclusions Cronaal; it is just as likely to be any of the others until we have evidence.
This is based from current information, it is likely to not be that certain cult.
 
The Foreign Affairs Ministry of Eumenor is keeping watching the situation in Syrixia from the Eumenorian embassy. One of our men has found something he thinks may be of interest to President Nursson's government. Sirens wail as a convoy rolls out of the embassy's high iron gates to carry to Balamb's centre evidence that may influence the course of Syrixia's history.
 
Our intelligence agencys' section IV, Section for interior civilian threats do not know about any of these groups operating within our borders. If you would like so, we'd gladly cooperate in an investigation. We will off course give you all the intelligence we've got on these groups.
 
The Empire of Narnia would like to participate in the investigation. We are appalled by the brutal agents of this cult. Our finest detectives and if need be, animatronics are available to assist.
 
Syrixia, what do you wish for us to do? Eumenorian intelligence officers are on a flight landing at Balamb later tonight. An investigation would, however, take time to organise, and we are still waiting for you to accept our evidence.
 
Prime Minister Nursson would be delighted if Eumenor brings this item to Parliament Hall for examination; and if possible we'd like the Narnians and Cronaalis to come to Balamb as well. Again, thanks for your help investigating this attack on Stonessfurd, and we'd like to report the Minister of Defense has been found alive in an alley. Yeah. We aren't sure about that one.

The Foreign Affairs official sent the dispatch, then turned to the Prime Minister. Nursson looked out the window. He was happy the other nations wanted to help him, and hoped diplomatic relations would increase. He snapped back to the present time and saw the Eumenorian limousine coming from the embassy, with the item in tow, approaching the golden towers of Parliament Hall.
 
The Narnian FBI dispatches a jet carrying several FBI agents, police detectives from several different cities and even the Rock-afire Explosion animatronic band. The large aircraft eventually lands in Syrixia's airport and makes their way to the Parliament to meet with Prime Minister Nursson.
 
A ferry appears in the docks of Stonessfurd to ferry the Narnians to Balamb Island.

"Please, step right this way." says a sailor. "The Prime Minister has hired us to make sure you get to Balamb on time and see some of the sights of Syrixia while you're on the trip. ALL ABOARD!"
 
The ferry sails past the city of Zielodo and turns to sail towards Balamb.

"On your left, you'll see Zielodo, also known as Aqmo'laduura in Old Syrixian. It means, "The Swamp City". As you can see here, we are sailing right through the city, and yet it looks like a swamp. Yet, behind this thin area of swamp on both sides lies the main urban area of the city. This swamp path is for scenic tours like these, although there are swamps surrounding the city. This central swamp was left preserved, though. Next we'll be heading east through this turnabout here."
 
Syrixia:
The ferry sails past the city of Zielodo and turns to sail towards Balamb.

"On your left, you'll see Zielodo, also known as Aqmo'laduura in Old Syrixian. It means, "The Swamp City". As you can see here, we are sailing right through the city, and yet it looks like a swamp. Yet, behind this thin area of swamp on both sides lies the main urban area of the city. This swamp path is for scenic tours like these, although there are swamps surrounding the city. This central swamp was left preserved, though. Next we'll be heading east through this turnabout here."

The agents and animatronics board the ship and get settled in for the ride. The agents stand around the somewhat awkwardly moving robots and help guide them onto the ship.

The robots congregate around the main window where they banter back and forth, according to their idling program.

The Narnian government planned to show them off to the Syrixians as an example of their technological abilities. The FBI agents were however more concerned with the job ahead of them.
 
(OOC: A little off topic but this RP needs some of that DESCRIPTION!)

Upon recieving the telegram sent from President Nursson of Syrixia, (There are several more ministers in Cronaal such as Investigation and Agriculture), the Minister of Investigation, Gelpharn'velle Kune dos Mefre, left his office in the Imperial Discar in the city of Parr'nothe lesse Kothnare Vil located in the Province of Tyrath. The sun was shining and everything was clear and bright, other than on single thing, a VX-EEE QRT384 Helicopter, it was a sleek and sharp design with many curves and designed to be as thin as possible to allow ease of movement, it also had a round 'chopper' section which generate fake 'choppers' with pure electron matter, it was also armed with a, albeit weak, plasma turret and roughly 3 armed soldiers of high-postition. Gel recognised all the soldiers as they were the very same which protect the Vilsuun - Teddy Clarkson, British, Varythian dos Felle, Azkayii, and Baqner' fol Meyr Vahna Sel da, a strange but trustworthy Narin. There was also a driver, only known as Omph and was a Cronaali.

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They armed the turret until the output, the bit where things shoot into human bodies and such, became a glowing red colour, and lifted off for Balamb. They beginning of the right was rather boring, dirty skyscraper tops and such but as the got closer to the border of Ganjar, they saw the borders of the mighty province that shaped not just the sub-region but the culture of part of the world. It was the birthplace of true intelligence, where people who use their brains to advance the world and not destroy it are praised by so many. Gel reveled in his first visit to Ganjar, he was announced Minister of Investigation during the Emperor's reign in Huirtave, the provincial capital of Buskar and hadn't been to Ganjarius as he was a Lesser Minister. They flew closely past the bubbling lava peak of the tallest peak in North Western TNP, Mount Ganjar itself, the place where the once grand city of Ganjarius stood but now in ruins and abandoned.

They then moved North to the Lake Pel province, the home of the grandest and largest lake in the whole of Eknorvia, most definitely not the largest in TNP though. They saw thousands of miles of pure green grass, it was just so endless and beautiful. It makes you forget about the war and that this very province is being waged war upon by evil, destructive people. As they continued, they caught a beautiful view of Lake Pel itself glistening brightly in the gleaming sun, children were playing in the emerald fields of grass below. Some were even in small swan paddle boats, a small reminder of the primitive old world.
"Don't get excited, we're flying over some destroyed city soon." Said Teddy as they got closer into the city, as they flew into the city, they saw some of the most beautiful and glistening skyscrapers they'd ever seen. The intricate, but abstract architecture they laid their eyes upon was truly a marvel for the world to see. Sadly, they all knew it'd be destroyed soon enough by the overwhelming forces of the rebels - but this RP isn't about that is it?.

They began to move east as they reached the ocean, avoiding the Anchor-Balle Islands as well as possible. They moved swiftly over the grand blue expanse as a deadly storm began to brew above them, a very deadly situation when it's about to rain onto an electricity-powered helicopter in the middle of the ocean.

[POST INCOMPLETE, have to go mid-typing but it's just a journey so it's not that important]
 
Four Eumenorian vehicles approach Balamb's Parliament Hall. Two armoured cars and two heavy jeeps, emblazoned with bright crests and lettering, were slowly making their way through the evening traffic. The Syrixian escort of two patrol cars flanked the convoy.
"Remind me again why we couldn't just telephone Mr Nursson?" asked someone in the back seat of car no. 2.
"Bugging. It's safer this way," replied the other man, adjusting the valuable evidence on his lap.
"Maybe, but it's so slow. This traffic is not usual for Balamb at all."
They were being held up by a large truck carrying crates of some sort. Without warning, it swerved and lurched into the road, its doors coming open, spilling its entire load into the road. The convoy's progress was halted.
A policeman got out of the lead car and angrily began to shout at its driver.
"I don't like this." said one man.
His fears were confirmed when the other line of traffic on the duel carriageway abruptly came to a halt. The convoy was boxed in.
Stones and light projectiles flew through the air, thrown by the mob that had emanated from the vehicles and street. The policeman scurried back to his vehicle.
A thug hefted a rock at the window of one of the cars, cracking its smooth surface. A pair of men in masks beat in the window with clubs, recoiling as the agents inside spit lead at them from their seats. A brief exchange of gunfire ensued, windows cracking, people falling. And then, a gap opened up. The lead armoured car rammed one of the vehicles encircling them off the road, and the convoy followed. Pursued by shooting enemies, confusion ensued. One of the police escorts went through a shop window, as the rest of the convoy sped off. The cars screaming after them, packed with angry radicals, were picked off one-by-one by the machine gun on the rear armoured car. As more police and the Syrixian military arrived to deal with the mob, the convoy, battered and limping, proceeded.
"That was close," radioed in the front car. "Roll call, please."
"Escort 2, man down."
"Car 4, one injured."
"Car 3, man down, light injuries."
"..."
"Oh no. Where is car 2?"
 
(OOC: PRIME MINISTER Nursson, not PRESIDENT Nursson.)

Nursson, meanwhile, having just got off the phone with a Narnian agent and a Cronaali soldier, was still reminiscing about what they said about their fanciful journeys. As he daydreamed, the massacre went on in the streets. General Clovis Von Winstin tried to rouse him, but to no avail.

"Sir! Sir! The streets! There's a massacre!"

"Mmmmmm...."

"SIR, PLEASE!"

"Mmmmmm...."

Nursson was known for this in school, even though he got an A+ GPA in almost all his years, ("Almost" meaning he got a C in eighth grade, we won't go into that...) and everyone knew when he daydreamed, he was difficult to rouse. The only thing that could possibly rouse him was a hug from his wife.

"Seriously? There's a MASSACRE ON THE STREETS, AND THOSE FANATICS ARE HITTING OUR CAPITAL, and he has to get a hug from his wife to actually do anything?" the General grumbled.

One Minister laughed.

About two hours and one big hug later, Nursson came running out of the grand, gilded doors of Parliament Hall along with Deputy Prime Minister John Sirus to meet the Numenoreans Eumenorians, who had already arrived, while the Narnians and Cronaalis were still en route.
 
The armoured cars screeched to a halt, as soldiers with torn sleeves and battered helmets swarmed up the steps.
"We lost it!" screamed the leader at Mr. Nursson. "The evidence was in car two, which was lost in the confusion!"

Meanwhile, back at the embassy, people were panicking. A whole platoon of Syrixian soldiers had taken up positions around the now fortress-like compound.
"What do you mean you lost them?" barked the ambassador into a phone. "Yes? And have you tried radioing them...? I see. Well. Get it back immediately."
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"Can I ask what it was you were sending, lad?" asked President Nursson.
"I can't tell you over the phone, and please don't call me 'lad'," replied the ambassador later that afternoon. "All I can say is that we must recover it. The artefact we were sending is of great importance to this cult. If it falls into the wrong hands... well, Syrixia could fall to these rebels."
"I see," said the president. "We'd better get it back, then!"

(OOC: I hope you don't mind me taking control of President Nursson for the speech.)
 
(That's fine, I guess one could call it karma for how much I've godmodded, lol. Also: PRIME MINISTER NURSSON, NOT PRESIDENT NURSSON. DEAR LORD.)

Meanwhile, in the city of Jaghelo in the mainland Syrixian province of Innellior, songs were being sung. A great religious artifact had been returned to its owners by what the Innelliorans called, "Agents of the True God". Indeed, the Cult of the True God was behind this. However, no one knew...

The search for the artifact was on.

Prime Minister Alfred Nursson bid the Eumenorians to come inside. Inside his private study, Nursson opened a large map of Syrixia.

"We're sure they're in one of the 25 provinces. Perhaps you can help us figure out where?"

http://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=328895
 
The smouldering wreckage of a car lay in the street. Two men approached it. They were dressed in battered Eumenorian special forces uniform.
"Salvage what you can of Car 2," ordered the first man.
"There's not much left," replied the second.
After the confusion of the ambush, the car had been run off the road and into an abandoned car park. Its occupants, after a standoff with the cult's soldiers, had tried to escape over a fence. Some of them had made it. The artefact, however, had been seized from the hands of one soldier, and had been whisked off to a waiting sports car. It would be long gone by now. A truck pulled up and they got onboard, people leaping out to deal with the casualties. Ambulances would be arriving shortly.
Meanwhile the others were examining a map of Syrixia. Where would these thugs have gone to?
 
The group of friendly animatronics were watching the scenery when a group of around five grey speedboats and one helicopter approached the ship. Men holding AK47 rifles and wearing ski masks were inside them, and bullets were already spraying across the water. Mitzy stared at them for a moment as her sensors positively Identified the presence of weapons.

"Hey, are those guys supposed to have....guns?"

Suddenly one of the FBI agents jumped into action and shot out the glass. He blasted one boat with an assault rifle, before ordering the animatronics to take cover.

A few of the fast boats made their way to the opposite side of the ship and the terrorists used grappling hooks to climb aboard. The FBI agents jumped to attention to engage them, and managed to take down several of the boats. It was a violent shootout as agents fought the religious extremists.

Eventually the terrorists began to fall back, with only a lone terrorist-controlled transport helicopter hovering overheard. An insurgent with an M60 raked the deck of the ferry with bullets before landing on the deck. One FBI agent rushed forward and shot the last few terrorists with a pistol.

An amazed FBI agent looked at him and said "Nice shot!"


The agents and animatronics then climbed aboard to head off to the Syrixian parliament. They flew fast, but fuel was going fast since the heavy animatronics pushed the chopper to it's limits.

An FBI agent flew fast and crash-landed the chopper infront of the parliament building. The animatronics and a few FBI agents rushed from the smashed chopper and into the parliament to meet with the Prime Minister....
 
Suddenly, Nursson, disturbed yet internally laughing, looked outside the windows of his study.

"What the hell are those...things? Why are there what looks to be pizza-place mascots marching down the street guarded by Narnian agents?"

A bunch of Ministers belted down in laughter.

"Quiet. Those robot things give me a cautionary vibe. I don't trust them. Don't let them in, but do let the Narnian FBI agents in, and find out where Stephen Harper is. I'd like him to join us." Nursson grumbled.

The security guard saluted and marched off to do as the Prime Minister asked.
 
Admittedly the security guard was scared. He didn't like animatronics, and he was petrified that four of them somehow became leaders of a national army.

He had been to one of these places in 1987 as a child; he thought it was called "Fred Fazber's Pizza" or something like that. Wait. No! It was called "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza"! How could he forget it?

You know, it's amazing a human can live without his/her frontal lobe.
 
The animatronics and FBI agent came up to the door to the parliament. Rolfe DeWolfe pulled on the handle and found it to be locked. He looked to the others and shook his head.

"It seems that the door is sealed, better come back later"

He was cut off by the sound of splintering wood as Fatz punched the door hard, breaking it down with his hydraulic-powered fist. The animatronic scanned the area and detected a nearby life-sign. He moved closer, quickly followed by the others when he saw the security guard. The robot paused and just looked at the guard. He was acting beyond his usual programming at this point and was unsure what to do.

Suddenly the FBI agent spoke up and stepped infront of Fatz. "Don't mind these guys, they're just the band...ya' know for parties and stuff. We're here to help with the investigation. I'm a Narnian FBI agent"
 
Nursson was appalled. Fazbear was about to receive the Wrath of Nursson.

"THEY PUNCHED DOWN THE DOOR?! THAT DOOR COST 1 THOUSAND AUREIAS! THEY'RE GOING TO BE PAYING FOR THAT!"

Nursson calmed down. (OOC: Imagine that grumpy Winston Churchill bulldog-y face.)

"Please, do bring the FBI agents in to help us and the Eumenorians find the location of the extremists while we wait for the Cronaalis. Have the animatronics taken to separate rooms and separately interrogated. They have committed damage of property, and Parliament Hall is easily the most expensive building in this country."

The team of 15 armed security guards marched towards the bustling lobby of the Parliament Hall complex. 5 guards ushered the FBI agents to Nursson's private study, where the Prime Minister happily greeted them.

9 guards ushered the animatronics to separate foreign diplomat guest rooms on Floor 17 of Parliament Hall's North Tower, and bid them to wait for their "butlers" although they were really interrogation experts working for the Syrixian police.

1 guard ushered the now screaming, squirming and crying security guard who went to the door, the victim of the Bite of '87, to a doctor's office in the pharmaceutical and hospitalical wing of the Parliament Hall complex. It was safe to assume he would have PTSD for the rest of his life.
 
(OOC: I'll edit my other post later and complete it, the RP obviously needs ME! *whips hair back*)

Once Gel finally arrived at the Syrixian Parliament Hall, he was told to sit and wait on a bench be a receptionist. Him and three heavily armed guards in the middle of a very powerful building.
 
The animatronics just stared at the guard while he talked with the FBI agent. Eventually they looked around the room to scan the area for obstacles. Their navigational abilities were not perfect so they had to be careful where they walked.


The FBI agent kept talking to the guard, while keeping an eye on the robots as well. Eventually Fatz spoke and said "Sorry about that door. We just really had to get in"
 
Feeling reassured after Freddy's promise to help rebuild the door and the animatronics' relocation to the "guest rooms" for interrogation, and yet all the same surprised to see Fazbear's face on the Narnian dollar bill, one of the security guards went down to the (now empty, except for the receptionist) lobby.

"Please, sirs, do follow me." he said to Minister Gel and his guards.

He bid the Minister and the guards to follow, and ran through the Central Courtyard, around the Great Tower in the center of the complex, and to the Western Tower elevator. He then pressed the button with the big "23" on it.

The elevator went up to Floor 23 of the Western Tower. Now, all they had to do was turn right and run down a couple hallways to Nursson's study.
 
(OOC: That's what I was thinking. I'm removing the animatronics from the canon of this roleplay and they won't be coming back. Narnia, if you're reading this, exclude them from this roleplay. Thanks.)

(That said, Eumenor, you can come back now.)
 
OOC: Let's just pretend all animatronic-related material never happened and MOVE ON WITH THE STORY PLES.
 
So a futuristic helicopter that looks like something aliens could only build is ok, but robots that exist in real life are not? Sounds unfair to me.


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Allowing one futuristic thing, while not allowing another is stupid.


If you only want things that exist in real-life I could use the Rock-afire Explosion animatronics. I actually want to buy them if I can find a full set.
 
Empire of Narnia:
So a futuristic helicopter that looks like something aliens could only build is ok, but robots that exist in real life are not? Sounds unfair to me.


Allowing one futuristic thing, while not allowing another is stupid.


If you only want things that exist in real-life I could use the Rock-afire Explosion animatronics. I actually want to buy them if I can find a full set.
(OOC: It is rather realistic until you consider it has no way to lift it from the ground.)
 
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