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06-06-2019, 05:06 AM
Wednesday 25 Zechyr, 1599
Mestran Ministry of Defense Strategic Office, United Allied States Headquarters - Cias, Mestra
Like any other day, staff and officers at the Strategic Office carried out there daily routines. It was a important, albeit boring task, to relay intelligence from the UAS to the Ministry of Defense in I'balan. Today, like every other, information scrolled across the terminals as eyes darted this way and that. Constant alerts were being flagged from Arkiania. Though important for security of the Imperium and the UAS as a whole, the situation seemed more or less under control. Arkiania remained secure in its defense, and pressure from I'balan appeared to be helping.
Jonas as always was drinking his coffee, when his screen flashed red, a Level One Alert. Scanning it quickly, Jonas forgot he was holding his cup, letting it slip from his hands and crash to the floor. The shattering of the glass caused all present to freeze and stare at him. His face showed shock, and his stillness brought about concern. As others approached to see what was wrong, Jonas sprung to his feet and ran from the room to the Director's Office.
Jonas threw open the door, startling Director Ramsfell. "Jonas, you know its customary to knock before barging into an office." Ramsfell paused for a moment seeing the shock on Jonas' face. "What is lad?" "Director, I just received a Level One Alert in the red." "Level one? what happened?" Ramsfell stood preparing for the worst. "It seems Octitania launched an offensive on Arkianian forces. The message is coming across the Archon net from UDF operatives in the region. The Arkianian's are being pushed back." "My God," Ramsfell sunk into his chair. He rubbed his jaw before punching in a few keys on his terminal. The alert popped up with more detailed information. He paused for a moment before standing up. He and Jonas returned to the situation room. "Listen up everyone. We have a Level One Alert from UDF operatives in Arkianian controlled territory. It would seem Octitania has launched an offensive. I will be informing the Defense Minister, we will continue monitoring all activity and channels as normal. Jonas will lead a task group to monitor the situation in Arkiania." Ramsfell turned to Jonas and patted him on the shoulder, "Reassign five people to monitor the the situation." Jonas nodded and moved off to get his team. Ramsfell returned to his office and called the Defense Minister.
The Imperial Palace - I'balan, Mestra
Mestran Defense Minister Antonius Pavich was a large stern man. Members of the Palace staff quickly moved out of his way as he rushed, nearly running, down the long corridor from the entrance hall to the Emperor's study. As he approached, a door man rushed forward from unseen place and rapped on the door. A second later, he opened it and stepped aside so that the Pavich could walk in. "Defense Minister Pavich for you, your Majesty." Pavich glanced towards the empty desk before turning his attention around the room. The Emperor was nowhere to be seen, but his voice echoed down from the upper level of the study which housed the library. "It is most unexpected for a Minister to rush to the Palace without so much as a word to why a meeting was needed." The Emperor appeared next to the railing. He glanced down at Pavich before moving down the stairs and towards the desk. Pavich bowed his head as the Edward approached the desk and laid down a book on the desk. "I must assume and fear that something has happened, then?" Edward motioned to a chair near the desk before he himself sat in the one behind the desk. Pavich paused a moment before sitting down.
"I'm afraid to inform His Majesty that we received a Level One alert from the Strategic Defense Office. It would appear that Octitania has launched some sort of offensive against Arkiania. We are unsure of the full extent of the conflict, as the UDF operatives have gone dark. We are attempting to communicate with the Arkiania Defense Ministry."
"I had feared an escalation of the conflict between the two, but this is a bit beyond my considerations." Edward leaned back in his chair. "Is the Third Fleet still in the Gulf of Mestra?" "Yes, your majesty. They have been placed on high alert." "Very good. Mobilize the Second Fleet into the South Sea, and place the First Fleet on alert as well." Pavich nodded and quickly began making a phone call. Edward tapped the button on a panel on his desk. A display began to rise from the marble top of the desk. Once fully raise the display lit up. Edward typed a few things on the panel and a woman, Foreign Minister Liza Narad appeared.
"Minister Narad, given the recent developments in Arkiania and Octitania, I want you to issue a recall of all diplomats in the region. Further, contact the Drahen and Arkiania foreign ministries and the UAS Allied Council. We may need to invoke Article 1 - Section 8." Narad's face tightened at the prospect of invoking the mutual defense clause of the Denali Accord (the governing charter of the United Allied States). "It will be done your Majesty." The screen flickered as a prompt shortly came up, and incoming call. Edward tapped another button. His private secretary appeared informing of a call with the Arkianian King, the screen flickered once again to show a side panel between the rulers of Arkiania and Drahen.
Mestran Ministry of Defense Strategic Office, United Allied States Headquarters - Cias, Mestra
Like any other day, staff and officers at the Strategic Office carried out there daily routines. It was a important, albeit boring task, to relay intelligence from the UAS to the Ministry of Defense in I'balan. Today, like every other, information scrolled across the terminals as eyes darted this way and that. Constant alerts were being flagged from Arkiania. Though important for security of the Imperium and the UAS as a whole, the situation seemed more or less under control. Arkiania remained secure in its defense, and pressure from I'balan appeared to be helping.
Jonas as always was drinking his coffee, when his screen flashed red, a Level One Alert. Scanning it quickly, Jonas forgot he was holding his cup, letting it slip from his hands and crash to the floor. The shattering of the glass caused all present to freeze and stare at him. His face showed shock, and his stillness brought about concern. As others approached to see what was wrong, Jonas sprung to his feet and ran from the room to the Director's Office.
Jonas threw open the door, startling Director Ramsfell. "Jonas, you know its customary to knock before barging into an office." Ramsfell paused for a moment seeing the shock on Jonas' face. "What is lad?" "Director, I just received a Level One Alert in the red." "Level one? what happened?" Ramsfell stood preparing for the worst. "It seems Octitania launched an offensive on Arkianian forces. The message is coming across the Archon net from UDF operatives in the region. The Arkianian's are being pushed back." "My God," Ramsfell sunk into his chair. He rubbed his jaw before punching in a few keys on his terminal. The alert popped up with more detailed information. He paused for a moment before standing up. He and Jonas returned to the situation room. "Listen up everyone. We have a Level One Alert from UDF operatives in Arkianian controlled territory. It would seem Octitania has launched an offensive. I will be informing the Defense Minister, we will continue monitoring all activity and channels as normal. Jonas will lead a task group to monitor the situation in Arkiania." Ramsfell turned to Jonas and patted him on the shoulder, "Reassign five people to monitor the the situation." Jonas nodded and moved off to get his team. Ramsfell returned to his office and called the Defense Minister.
The Imperial Palace - I'balan, Mestra
Mestran Defense Minister Antonius Pavich was a large stern man. Members of the Palace staff quickly moved out of his way as he rushed, nearly running, down the long corridor from the entrance hall to the Emperor's study. As he approached, a door man rushed forward from unseen place and rapped on the door. A second later, he opened it and stepped aside so that the Pavich could walk in. "Defense Minister Pavich for you, your Majesty." Pavich glanced towards the empty desk before turning his attention around the room. The Emperor was nowhere to be seen, but his voice echoed down from the upper level of the study which housed the library. "It is most unexpected for a Minister to rush to the Palace without so much as a word to why a meeting was needed." The Emperor appeared next to the railing. He glanced down at Pavich before moving down the stairs and towards the desk. Pavich bowed his head as the Edward approached the desk and laid down a book on the desk. "I must assume and fear that something has happened, then?" Edward motioned to a chair near the desk before he himself sat in the one behind the desk. Pavich paused a moment before sitting down.
"I'm afraid to inform His Majesty that we received a Level One alert from the Strategic Defense Office. It would appear that Octitania has launched some sort of offensive against Arkiania. We are unsure of the full extent of the conflict, as the UDF operatives have gone dark. We are attempting to communicate with the Arkiania Defense Ministry."
"I had feared an escalation of the conflict between the two, but this is a bit beyond my considerations." Edward leaned back in his chair. "Is the Third Fleet still in the Gulf of Mestra?" "Yes, your majesty. They have been placed on high alert." "Very good. Mobilize the Second Fleet into the South Sea, and place the First Fleet on alert as well." Pavich nodded and quickly began making a phone call. Edward tapped the button on a panel on his desk. A display began to rise from the marble top of the desk. Once fully raise the display lit up. Edward typed a few things on the panel and a woman, Foreign Minister Liza Narad appeared.
"Minister Narad, given the recent developments in Arkiania and Octitania, I want you to issue a recall of all diplomats in the region. Further, contact the Drahen and Arkiania foreign ministries and the UAS Allied Council. We may need to invoke Article 1 - Section 8." Narad's face tightened at the prospect of invoking the mutual defense clause of the Denali Accord (the governing charter of the United Allied States). "It will be done your Majesty." The screen flickered as a prompt shortly came up, and incoming call. Edward tapped another button. His private secretary appeared informing of a call with the Arkianian King, the screen flickered once again to show a side panel between the rulers of Arkiania and Drahen.