ARCHIVED: Operation Pigletville - Eknorve Civil War

Felis

Felis

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The mood of the room was rather intense, 2 world leaders and a deputy. Prime Minister Nursson, the leader of the Serene Republic of Syrixia, was signing the treaty to confirm they were reentering the Eknorve Civil War as an ally of the Eknorve State of Cronaal. The office was quite dull and grey, rather different to the usual Guslantian architecture and room design that felt rather foreign to Vice President Tucker of the Socialist Democracy of Guslantis. It was still silent as Nursson read the long, almost endless, treaty that detailed every single demand, rule and such. He continued to stare at these words, contemplating each phrase written, it was almost painful for the Vilssun and the Vice President. It began to rain in the background. Suddenly they heard sounds of gunfire... It was extremely faint so the First Gentleman advised they ignore it. The guards armed their weapons though, in case... Or so the leaders thought. This gunfire was a signal for the rebels in Guslantis. People were beginning to get shot inside the Embassy Lobby and the one of the three guards in the office began to point their gun at the Vilsuun and prepare to fire at his leg.

The entire embassy was in panic as the Pigletville Police Department were called by a bystander as they entered they entered the embassy, with the other two office guards point their weapons at the rebel spy, more gunfire began inside the lobby. In the East Wing of the embassy, a simple worker shouted about a grenade, it could be heard from the office which the treaty was being signed which caused the leaders to show a scared expression, as if their child had been slaughtered before their eyes. Then there was a bang. All anybody could hear was a static noise as the office door was slightly pushed by the force. the leaders could see at least five dead police men through the opened door just before several rebel spies entered the room and shot the 2 real guards.

"We want the Vilsu-" one of the rebel spies demanded just before a Guslantian soldier shot a bullet through his skull, more Guslantian soldiers entered the room and exterminated the other rebel spies.
"They've come for you Jok'mey, and they won't stop at anything" one of the soldiers explained in a rushed voice as he gestured his arms to order the leaders out.
 
"OH, JU'QOL!" exclaimed poor old Alfred Nursson. "JOHN, GET AUEL ON THE LINE! QUICK!" Nursson dashed off to where he was gestured to go, to hide and stay with the other leaders, along with Minister Atlas. Sirus went a separate path to the nearest telephone before phoning the Minister of Defense, Auel Vist, and then joining the others.

A force of 100 Syrixians was now en route to Pigletville. 1 million years of culture had been lost during that second attack on the Crimson Palace. The news was out. Syrixians were shocked and appalled, and while the Prime Minister was calm, the Minister of Defense was angry.
 
The Vilsuun did a slightly rushed walk out of the room, he then saw at least 10 dead policeman bodies lying all over the floor of the lobby and a large hole in the ceiling which led outside, through the gap he saw a large war plane fly over but he couldn't tell who's side it was on. There were still gunshots and rain outside, there was also a large crowd of people outside the embassy gates staring at the large, damaged building. The Vilsuun decided to step out of the building and observe the damage for himself. The East Wing was almost non-existent and the roofing of the lobby was mostly destroyed of collapsed in. There was also a small amount of fire on the highest floor. It was an absolute mess with debris lying around everywhere and the plants all crushed and ruined. The Vilsuun fell to his knees and began to cry, his tears were filled with anger and hate.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" He screamed whilst he sobbed heavily, his sister, along with thousands others, was killed and his entire nation was lost to who... rebels who didn't even expose their reasons and nobody knew why. Why did they kill, why did they destroy. Why not just voice their opinions peacefully like everyone else. He did all of this in front of a large crowd of reporters, police and Guslantian citizens.

A soldier and a female receptionist ran over to him and attempted to comfort him but he forced them away with the same reasons he always told people. Another man came over, he was in a suit and had a red star badge. He was a rebel diplomat. The diplomat lifted the Vilsuun's chin up to face him.
"We want you. We want to expose you for what you and the Emperor have done to Anchor. The murder and biological experiments performed on those poor, poor people. Thousands of them. You should be ashamed of yourself." The man said this without emotion, and as quietly as possible so only him and the Vilsuun could hear.
 
(OOC: Who is this Emperor? Could you give a background on him in your next post as part of the story?)
 
Syrixia:
(OOC: Who is this Emperor? Could you give a background on him in your next post as part of the story?)
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(OOC: The Emperor was my original nation leader, he led the nation in as a Satanist Democracy. This was back with H&H, Merc and alot more Olvern. Not much, he threatened martial law if the teenager's rule over Cronaal was ended so people decided to vote a new leader and now we have Jok'mey.)
 
bump, never mind. Accidentally posted this post in the wrong SUBFORUM.
 
Inside the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, Minister Leah Charles was watching the statuses of all of the embassies. Suddenly she saw the seal of the vice president pop up beside the Eknorve Embassy, meaning that Vice President Tucker had posted something to the GusNet from there. Charles clicked it and a message appeared saying, "The embassy is under attack by rebels, help is needed as soon as possible!" Charles stood up and walked out of her office, running into Scottsfield on the way out, who was dressed in her army uniform. "Nancy, come quick. We must get to the embassy to negotiate with the rebels," she said, attempting to run off. "Not so fast there, Leah, what are you going to do? Kiss 'em to death? Grab a uniform and get in an armored vehicle, we're heading to fight the rebels," said Scottsfield, before calling the Ministry guards to follow her. The two women made their way down the stairs, to where the armored vehicles were waiting. "Guards, go to the Hilley house and retrieve Madam Hilley and her daughter, then make sure that Madam Ryan and the other Ministers make it out of their ministries all right. I will contact you with a rendezvous point when I can, and we will use that as our base of operations," said Scottsfield to a couple of the guards, and they all got in armored vehicles and drove off.
 
At last, the 500-man Syrixian taskforce arrived in Pigletville, led by a car with five diplomats sitting inside. One diplomat stood up and walked inside a building that just from its looks he could tell it was captured by the rebels. He never came out in the span of an entire hour, so the Syrixian soldiers began to march towards the rebels, guns aimed, ready to defend Guslantis.
 
((OOC: Syrixia, Guslantis and Syrixia are on, literally, opposite sides of TNP. It would not have arrived so I'm going to pretend it hasn't.))
((OOC: I'm also gonna go first person.))

I looked around me, this was a place of fear. I had brought evil here. It was my fault the rebels were going to destroy this city for me. Me. As I consumed this knowledge, people began to wonder why ambulances and emergency crews haven't been called yet. I stood up, turned round and walked to the gate. I looked at the crowd of people with my light blue, red eyes which glimmered in the sun, the rain had ended and there was a rainbow behind me. Some were commenting on what I just did, I put my pointing finger up to command in response silence and they did so.
"The emergency services, ambulances and firemen, are not here because there may still be rebels and if there are, they'll murder those people. The rebels are violent and disgusting people who will not stop for even a child for they will murder them too." I spoke this in a clear, calm tone and in English and then I spoke it in Eknorve because I noticed that a large portion of the crowd was refugees -
"Ark'ner'sa dethe solle karthe-sen bal Sytharrsi garhnafik lart'melle-dos Kalkathiste den", this was the Eknorve translation as not all Cronaali spent time in classes learning this well-known language.

A woman came to the front of the crowd, forcing her way. I took notice. She was dressed in intricate, beautiful clothing which was black all over and hung over her shoulder, her brown was was alike mine and it reached down to her middle back in a beautiful swirled style. I looked at her face and saw somebody I knew very well. The woman who raised me.
"Embar'se, dantothe les mi somma den karr, thel samicrias (M-mother? This place is too dangerous for you.)" I spoke to my mother whilst ordering the guard to let her in, ironic when matched with my words. The guard complied and let her in, we soon began to walk away from the gate for privacy.
"Son. You don't have to speak our language for me." She replied, I knew this.
"Mother, this is a war. I fear it's been brought here because of me- No. I know it has." I replied, acknowledging her statement and speaking in English.
"But child, are you sure they want you. Are you sure they don't just want to feed their lust for death by destroying your allies?"
"They said they wanted me else they would've killed Prime Minister Nursson and Vice President Hilley."
"Nursson? I like him. He's a nice man, he does make such good cups of tea."
"That's not the topic mother."
"Oh sorry! Now you've told me they actually told you they want you, this is a very bad situation of course."
 
(OOC: Alright fine. Let's give it...three more posts before they arrive. In that time I'll let those posts not be mine since I don't have any ideas for material between now and when the military arrives. Let's see what happens!)

(OOC: Lol. Poor old Alfred loves his tea :P)
 
"The Vilsuun won't go without a battle," yelled a voice. The Guslant armored vehicles pushed through the crowd as they parted. The voice came from Minister Charles, who was now wearing a ministry guard uniform. Ministry guards exited the many armored vehicles as Charles and Scottsfield approached the Vilsuun. "The Vilsuun is with us. He is our guest, and friend," began Charles, smiling at the Vilsuun. "The embassy is ours as well," said Hilley, who exited the embassy with Hall and Tucker. "Our peace was disturbed when you showed up, and it will leave when you are dead," said Scottsfield, aiming her gun at the rebel diplomat. "Look around, this is one of the largest pieces of Cronaal you never saw. Our army is their army, our diplomats are their diplomats, our victory is their freedom, you have made a vital mistake," said Tucker, pulling out a gun as well. "Take the Vilsuun, and you will declare war on us," said Hall, speaking last.
 
I was with mother but I didn't care, I took a gun from a dead policeman and shot the rebel diplomat. They'd kill enough people. They'd destroyed enough things. My nation was a wasteland because of them and my people were asking for foreign aid. They killed and murder thousands of children and babies in front of their mothers before murdering them. They were vile, disgusting people who had no reason to be destroying an entire civilization over one thing. The shot did not kill the diplomat so mother looked away as I walked closer to the dying diplomat and crushed his skull. The Guslantians wanted him to send a message back to the rebels, but there were more here. I knew.
"Piece of shit." I simply said at the dead man with all the hate and fury and- and... I calmed down and threw the gun at his corpse as I walked away onto a bench a couple meters away from everyone and browsed my OnePlus Sixteen. I called the Azkayii sector of the Eknorve Sub-Regional Military Services (ESRMS) to discuss the events of which just occurred. They suggested they send an Azkayii and Abenascan official to the Embassy so I can discuss issues with them. I agreed, may as well let the others see the might of Eknorvia and it's wrath it shall unleash onto the rebels with the two foreign armies.
 
The military was halfway to Guslantis by now; it had docked on Democratic Union Island to refuel and was now on its way. The sea was stormy but the ships persevered. The Admiral, who had personally decided to join the expedition by being in charge of the flagship of the massive Syrixian armada, the SSV Siezon, knew that they would reach Augustus Town in around an hour...
 
(OOC: This is leading to the first battle between the rebels and the Guslants. The two will come at a stalemate, with each getting their portion of Pigletville.)

Loud shots were heard in the distance, as Madam Ryan contacted Vice President Tucker on the GusNet. "Jordan, the rebels are getting a stronghold on 1st Street...," she began before an explosion appeared behind her on the screen. "The army needs to get down here quick, or else I'm afraid Pigletville will be lost," said Ryan in tears, running from the battle. The communication ended, and Vice President Tucker looked at both Scottsfield and the Vilsuun. "We need the army to fortify the area. Scottsfield, send the Ministry guards to fight the Cronaali rebels," ordered Tucker. "They're not taking our city without a fight," said Minister Charles, behind him, who was now in a Ministry guard uniform. This was uncommon for a minister of foreign affairs, but she was ready to fight. "Vilsuun, it's your choice, do you want to fight, or do you want to retreat with the diplomats?" asked Tucker.
 
(OOC: Yes, but the Syrixian army will assist as well. It will still end the way you want it to.)

As poor old Alfred Nursson sat in hiding with a few others including the Deputy Prime Minister, the Admiral's armada finally reached the port of Augustus Town. The armada surrounded Guslantis, making sure that there was no way out if the rebels tried to escape the country. Then, the Syrixian Army, which had been ferried to Guslantis on the ships, marched out along with a force of Navy 'landers'. They arrived in Pigletville within minutes.

Suddenly, Nursson heard a knock on his door. He opened it.

It was General Clovis Von Winstin.
 
((OOC: Year, didn't have many idea for this post. Sorry ;c))

I looked up, I could hear his question from here. It exhilarated me and gave me a chance to show the might of the entire of Eknorvia, to prove myself to the world and reunite Cronaal
"Send in all armies. All 12." I said on the phone as I got up and hung up. I walked to Tucker and grabbed his hand in a sort of handshake position.
"I'm fighting and so is Eknorvia. If the rebels are going to destroy your nation because of me, I'm going to what I can to stop them. I've ordered all 12 armies of Eknorvia here. They should take a week to 3/4 months depending on size. I predict that Aben or Va's army arrives first due to their smaller size." I said confidently as a plane past us, it was clearly a rebel one here to pick up the diplomats still here so I assumed best to ignore it.
"One quick note about Aben and Abenasca's armies, they're quiet medieval. Literally."
 
"Do you mind?" asked Scottsfield, looking at Tucker's electronic clipboard. Even though she phrased it as a question, she took it anyways. "What is the plan, general?" asked Tucker. "I don't know...I've never fought a war...," replied Scottsfield. "No wonder Pigletville is almost gone...," said a voice as the crowd parted. Every Guslant looked in shock as a woman in a Guslant general uniform appeared before them. It was none other than General Emily Akerman, who, until now was thought to be dead. "How...? You're...? Alive?!" asked Hilley in confusion. "What? Just because everyone left me in a coma on Cronaal and made me wait for a boat to get all the way down here, you think I'm dead?!" asked Emily in shock. The newly found general angrily took the clipboard from her inferior and placed it on the ground. A hologram map of Pigletville appeared as Akerman began speaking. "Our base of operations is the Eknorve embassy, theirs is somewhere on 1st-3rd Street, if we can fortify this area," Akerman said, drawing a circle in the center of Pigletville. "Then we can at least live to see another day."
 
(OOC: Can Gen. Delford still be Akerman's second in command? He'd rather serve in Guslantis than Syrixia.)

"Oh, my LORD! Clovis, you arse, where've you been?!" yelled the Prime Minister. The General got the Prime Minister up and they walked outside together. The Prime Minister and Deputy Prime Minister were then escorted to a plane to fly to Malvadiana for a meeting. Business as usual, almost.

The General turned. More Syrixians had been called in since then, Syrixia now had 1,000 Syrixians in Pigletville alone, and around 5,500 in Guslantis, total, some on land under the General's command and some in ships under the Admiral's command.

The Vilsuun would not be captured on their LIVES.

After a brief morale speech, the army marched directly on Pigletville, machine guns and combat rifles in hand. There were screams and pools of blood everywhere but the Syrixians kept fighting. They plowed through a rebel army by Beier Manor and then rushed to the Eknorve Embassy to protect the Vilsuun.

One could see hundreds of rows of Syrixians, practically a square of armed men in white uniforms, surrounding the Eknorve embassy, as Von Winstin, Syrixia's lead General, went inside.
 
(OOC: I basically said the Prime Minister and Deputy Prime Minister left for Malvad and the Syrixian army, led by the General, arrived in Guslantis as they were ferried by the Admiral's navy. The General led troops through a rebel group at Beier Manor and made their way to the Eknorve Embassy, where they formed a square formation around it. The General then went inside to talk to the Vilsuun.)
 
((Just a note, I'm actually pretty bored of this RP. I'll keep going though but I'll rush things a bit quicker))
 
(OOC: OK. Could we have the Cronaalis/Guslants rendezvous with the Syrixians at the embassy as we discussed on chat? That'd speed things up.)
 
On the other end of the city, the ground began to vibrate. Then it began to crumble. Larger versions of the mining vehicles used to destroy a city in Cronaal were being used in the city. They towered above all things as they shot through the ground at high speeds, the fell onto the buildings around them which they crushed. This happened three times across the Western side of Pigletville. Fleets of tanks came out of the holes the giant mechanical snakes left behind, soon after came foot armies began to march into the city. Only 2 but this was clearly an initial attack.
They lit fire to the buildings around them, this city was much larger than Ganjarius and would take several months to a year to destroy so a few buildings wouldn't hurt. They continued to fire at innocent people and burn the buildings around them and cause a large, central fire seen from even the Embassy.
 
General Akerman saw in the distance as her childhood home was destroyed. War was on Guslant soil...and Pigletville was falling to its knees. How were rebels this strong? How was action of this magnitude exist without a vile leader?This was not a main attack, she thought, but just a small battle in a war. Lake ordered her men and the Syrixians into a defensive position as huge tanks of Guslantis rolled up from behind her. "I want everyone to defend our mother land...this is the Rebellenkampf...and we are Guslantis!" she yelled. Some of the soldiers broke the barrier and attempted to engage the rebels, only to be killed. The barricade of East Pigletville stayed as Madam and Sir Hilley watched from the window of the embassy.
 
Meanwhile at the embassy, the Vilsuun was helping some of the builders repair the roof of the embassy. A good leader is a helpful leader. This felt unusual to the Vilsuun, growing up in a rich family, but he enjoyed talking to the builders and feeling the accomplishment of finishing the roof with them. He was happy for the first time since the rebels attacked Cronaal almost a year and a half ago. A year and a half ago, he had been attacked in the streets of Guslantis after begging Hilley for help after the seer had told him there was doom looming over the nation. That attack... it.. it killed his sister, who was the National Treasurer, and the Military Adviser for the Vilsuun. It seemed as if the rebels knew Cronaal would loose, a real-situation war... Nobody could've been that adventurous. The Vilsuun contemplated on these thoughts as they brought gloom and sadness to his emotions and overpowered the feeling of happiness and accomplishment he had earlier. He was a failure and an embarrassment to the North Pacific. Was it really worth Syrixia and Guslantis' time fighting for a man who had no control over his homeland. Only control over foreign nations of which he'd never visited before.

He-- no.. But... The Vilsuun could give himself to the rebels... No... He couldn't give up without trying to fight. He agreed with himself only to do it if the fate of Pigletville rested on it.
 
"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" yelled the General, after receiving the Guslants' orders. The Syrixian forces aimed their machine guns and looked through their scopes. "FIGHT FOR OUR ALLIES; FOR GUSLANTIS, FOR THE VILSUUN, FOR SYRIXIA!

http://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=328983
The Syrixians begin to play the national anthem as a morale booster, as the General walks inside the embassy again, noticing the Vilsuun is there this time.

General Clovis Von Winstin approached the Vilsuun and the Hilleys. "Vilsuun, Madam Hilley, Sir Hilley; I am Five Star General Clovis Von Winstin, veteran of the Empire, blade of the Republic. I have been dispatched here to lead the Syrixian ground forces. My naval counterpart, Admiral Henry Tiberio, has his fleet surrounding Guslantis, and his flagship in Augustus Town. We are ready to fight against the rebels; my forces are outside playing the Syrixian anthem, the Sailors' Chant, in preparation for the rebels' arrival."
 
The Vilsuun was gone.
A maid had entered his office to do simple cleaning but noticed he wasn't there and notified the guard outside his office, the leaders of Guslantis and Syrixia requested he was not to leave earlier. The guard knew his door had not opened since he entered this morning. There was panic. People began to rush around the rooms looking for him, a forensic team were doing investigations on his office. The rushing and movement across the entire embassy was now endless and everybody in the area knew he was gone. They also knew his inevitable fate. He was captured by the rebels, he would not have climbed out of a window or left needlessly.
"God fucking dammit!" Shouted the Minister of Investigation, named Minister Amahr dos Kahve,
"Of course he has to go fucking missing now."
"B-But it's only been 3 hours since, it's not lost yet." the Minister of Regional Affair replied, named Minister Angarthia das Messe'sahn quelle Jua-nethe
 
There was then a transmission on the radio in the communications room. It was a man who proclaimed himself as Vilsuun Nisrelle-Vache dos Kahn'sithez, a Guslanti translator recognized that 'sithez was a suffix placed on the end of the surnames of traitors. This man was a direct relative of Jok'mey.
"I... I am the new Vilsuun of Cronaal. I am also the captor of the filthy, privileged man named Jok'mey dos - I pain to say this - Kahn. Yes, I am his relative. I am his brother. I was exiled. I was exiled for disagreeing with the political views of my family. I was exiled for having an opinion but still... Still my brother entrusted such vital information to the nation with guess who? Me. He spoke to me about the City of Anchor and the provinces of Anchor and Balle. How he... How he... How he enjoyed the experimentation there. Biologically restructuring a human and turning them into... Into a disgusting, vile monster. This monster is hungry for flesh, it's only task is to kill. They let these monsters free in the City of Anchor and just let them... Kill. They let them kill hundreds of thousands of innocents." Said the new Vilssun with true disgust and hate in his tone. He had revealed his main cause of war. he had revealed his brother's evil, sadistic ways.
"There is but one final thing. I invite you to Cronaal." He asked in a rather polite tone. There was a small shock throughout the crowd of diplomats, maids and cleaners in the room. They began to discuss and cause a small commotion apart from one person. The Bara'som. He'd rushed off soon after to tell the two arguing Ministers and the remaining world leaders at the Embassy about the invite.
"I wish to invite you to Cronaal for a... Tea Party. I wish tio invite the leaders of the nations and show them my efforts to rebuild Cronaal and rehome it's people. I want to show them the glorious, and beautiful, capital and then finally... the Trial of the Vilsuun." Said Nisrelle-Vache dos Kahn'sithez grimly.
 
(OOC: at this point in time it's still late January and the NPTO doesn't exist yet.)

"And how do we know you're telling the truth? We pledged military support to your brother and we don't have any evidence that your claims are true." said the General. "Now here's the thing. You could bring up an image but that could easily be doctored. Thus, I will send a couple diplomats and some guards to Cronaal, and we will see your "evidence" in material form."

The General looked at the new Vilsuun sternly, with a look that strikes fear into the hearts of any leader. He meant business and he intended to get that evidence.

If he did not get it, he thought, Syrixia would continue to fight for the Jok'mey government and would use any measures both ethical and necessary to destroy the rebel government.

It was time to go to Cronaal. Von Winstin was angry. You do not want General Clovis Von Winstin to be angry.
 
"Very well" The new Vilsuun said via. radio, he looked at the General with a rather irritated expression. He did not like being doubted. He obliged though and expected the group of men within the week, they knew he had the Vilsuun within his grasp and wanted to start a public trial before the leaders of the world as soon as possible. It was his goal. To embarrass his brother before the world. For his greed and crimes against humanity, no longer could he play innocent. Jok'mey was a fiend with no lies to block his execution now, Syrixia was to see the horror of Anchor. The blood and the death and the destruction, it was an apocalypse in there. ((By in there, i literally mean Anchor is inside something, that something is a protective force field which takes up extreme amounts of electricity and require hourly charges. The rebels only have it kept up for the safety of the nation around)).
"We expect them within the week at the Garbaer National Airport in the most northern point of the Lake Pel province to prepare for a boat trip to the Balle province." the Vilsuun spoke with a stern, commanding tone in his voice. he clearly looked down upon the General at this point and was unimpressed at his attempt to be fearing and brave and assumed it petty.
 
The Communication ended soon after.

"He thinks me petty because I fought against him without knowing his ,quote on quote, "true intentions". The worst part is this is a reset on our relations...who knows how things can go now?" says the General while walking out of the embassy. "Hell, I better ask the Prime Minister himself to get on a comm link with this new Vilsuun; something about him isn't right. Whether his cause was just or not, he just seems...more grim than Jok'mey. More evil. Still, that's who he is; hopefully he likes the Prime Minister more than he does me."

The General walked angrily out of the embassy. The fight for Pigletville, in his eyes, was over; and his troops withdrew back to Syrixia, being sure to leave some humanitarian assistance workers behind.
 
General Akerman's response couldn't have been any more different.

"Vilsuun, there must have been a misunderstanding. The Guslants were not aware of the horror that Jok'mey caused his people. I ask that this misunderstanding be overlooked by the people of Cronaal, and know that we will be there to see the death of the criminal that is Jok'mey. I will be getting a warrant to arrest the rest of these criminals in the Eknorve embassy and bringing them with us as well. We will be arriving in the Guslant Gold and the unarmed fleet in three days time. Please notify your men of this and tell them not to fire on our vessels."

Later that day, at the Eknorve Embassy, Guslant guards invaded the embassy, arresting all of the Cronaal ministers and proceeded to load them into armored trucks toward Augustus Town toward the Guslant Gold.
 
(OOC: I see some conflict between Syrixia and Guslantis soon. These are both very, very different opinions and Syrixia has to put up with such due to it being your land)

The transmission had ended. The new Vilsuun, Nisrelle-Vache, had requested both nations to send some form of diplomat or leader to Cronaal to witness the previous Vilsuun's true crime. What he had done to hundreds upon thousands of innocent people. He had no idea what General Akerman had done in Guslantis, the transmission had to end prior.
"Prepare the theater.- Yes! Of course I mean the damn Grand Evelyis Theater of the New Capital." Nisrelle-Vache ordered with a strong, but irritated, tone. He was preparing the theater for the execution, he would reveal the nation's new flag and then commence the trial. If it could be counted as one, he would show the crowd two cages and lift a couple cloths and then BAM, the Vilsuun has been executed by a guillotine. He had it all planned. Suddenly a man came crashing in, he had urgent news,
"Vilsuun! Vilsuun, there are airstrikes on a city in Nol, Borqe felle Kahne. We believe it's Azkayii of origin."
 
Just before Syrixian troops withdrew, Von Winstin and his troops turned around, shocked at what Akerman was doing.

"What the hell?! You're just turning on us like that?!"
 
"What do you expect me to do?! Let Cronaal have to live with that criminal in their history any longer?! Now go and try to save your former Vilsuun, but its too late to save him anyways!" Emily yelled at the General, glaring heavily. She tried contacting the new Vilsuun again on her tablet, hoping he would answer.
 
"You son of a sku'thuur...military command, this is Gold Star 1. We need more support, Guslantis has gone traitor." said the General.
 
"Bring it on, General, Guslantis can take a hit from such a minuscule nation such as Syrixia. What are you gonna do, send your giraffes on me?" mocked Akerman, still holding her tablet.
 
"Minuscule nation? Oh boy, I've been waiting for this. Right now the Pameiro Powerbomb is in a plane above Pigletville. I suggest you stand down because if this thing blows, all of Guslantis will become a radioactive WASTELAND." said the General. "We've been waiting to test it..."
 
The plane which had passed above the embassy earlier began to land. It was an ESCERPAB aircraft of sorts but it also wasn't as soon after it landed it began to... Change itself. It changed from an aircraft into a large, jeep-like vehicle. The people around were terrified, they'd never seen anything like this. A man got out. The people looked at him strangely, how could he have survived the physical reconstruction of a vehicle...
"I, people, am your ride to Cronaal." He spoke out confidently, he was dressed in the usual ESCERPAB Soldier attire with the beret and all. He looked around and performed a hand gesture, motioning the general and diplomats and such into the vehicle. Everyone was hesitant about it, including them.

(OOC: Short post for now, not sure what to add without powerplay.)
 
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