The Awakening

[Talmann]

Deep in the bowels of Western Confederate Freedom...

     'Why do they have to pick me to host our meetings every time...?' It was hopeless. Having the largest mansion outside of town assured that Will was host. "Gilbert, can you get the door? I think our guests have arrived..." Will looked at himself. His very old uniform still fit him, amazingly. A bright medal shined over his chest. He never liked that medal. 'A medal for failure. Bah! We have bigger plans now... and they won't fail.'
     Will made his way down the staircase to see many old men in similar uniforms. "It's good to see you again, Will. What are you up to this time?"
     "You'll see..."
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     Will stood at the far side of the large chamber that the men were all seated in. "You see gentlemen, the world right now is very unstable, and anything could cause enough trouble to allow us time to achieve our goal." He pressed a button on a remote, revealing a large movie screen, that had a map of the Taijituan globe. "Our goal, gentlemen, is to capture the land from southeast Takasia to near the bottom of this planned state of Utopia and all the way to Segelnburg again. Yes?" He pointed to a slender gentleman in the back.
     "That's quite a lot of land there, Will. You say you have a plan to achieve this?"
     "Yes. And that's not all. If we work closely with others, we may be able to create a warlord Free State, for all our leaders to rule!"
     Mumbles and outcries from the other men shouted, "Others? What others?"
     "Calm down, my friends. I have already contacted them. Others may come besides those I invited, I do not know. The only thing I do know," he said standing tall again, "is that 25,000 does not an army make. Especially against the entirety of Takasian, Talmänner, and Confederate Freedom armies. We need to diminish that number by creating a diversion. One big enough to pull forces of all creeds together in deadly combat..."
     "What do you suggest, Will?" Will slowly bent down and told his friends. This would not be something the free world would forget. The Mountain Men were about to rise again.

[Talmann]

St. Takasburg, Takasia    16:56

Walter looked down at the palace from his vantage point on the hill to the south of the building. 'Am I sure I want to do this?' he asked himself. 'Of course I do. Remembered throughout our history as the martyr that founded our glorious country-to-be.' "Gut. I'll do it." He took his position with his gun and looked around through the scope, finding and picking off any guardsman that walked the southern side of the building until he was confident he had bought enough time. Rushing down the hill, he took out a package of detonation material and set it at the base of the wall. Climbing the nearest tree, he set a few packages on the roof. Suddenly, he heard yells from the base of the wall. Seconds later, sirens were going off. "Himmel bekomme mich.." he muttered. Instantly he pushed a button and all the world was gone.

[tak]

The delegates were safe from the attack (link). However, such attack has attracted some extremist voice in the country (report), which has expectedly created tension and fear in southeastern Takasia and neighbours.

[Talmann]

Will threw down his copy of the Tagasie Presse. "It failed?! Scheiße! What's it going to take to create this diversion, huh? And now all the whole region's looking for us, instead of heading out for international war!"

"Sir, we did get some negative reaction..." Gilbert handed him a copy of the Sun.

"Eh? Well, still. We've got people hunting us down. What to do, what to do... we cannot meet in large groups now, though I think I can still safely meet my invited groups. Hmm... I think I need to make a phone call..."

*Dial tone* "Hello? This is Talstadt Arms, Bergensmeer sector. Can we help you?"

[Talmann]

After talking nostop with his old friend for about 2 hours, Will finally hung up. 'Well, that's a relief.' He thought. Armament for his men would be needed, and lots of the heavy stuff, too.

Only 15 minutes later, a faint knock on the door was heard. "Who could that be?" he asked himself. 'Perhaps it is someone I invited last night?' "Gilbert!" Will yelled.

"I've got it, sir."

Will slowly walked down the stairs, trying to regain his breath. He saw the man walk in, a Chinese-looking man clad in a black leather jacket and greasy hair tied back, hardly very formal attire, but it was good enough to just see others. Extending his hand, Will greeted the man, "Hello. William Schmidt, very nice to see you. You must be from... White Haze, was it? Yes, yes... I'm glad my business friend found you. So, would you like a drink, such a long way to travel, you know..."

[White Haze]

Wan Dai look down at the Will's hand. He was clueless to the gurgle from the man's mouth, for he knew not a single word of foreign speak. 

Instead, Wan Dai took out a envelope from under his coat. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Will. There was English written in it.

To Our New Friend,

If you are reading this, I assume that my lieutenant has arrived safely. I apologize for him not knowing your language, but Wan Dai was the only one brave enough to take the sampan to your waiting ship. I am glad that the treacherous sea has not taken him, and I hope that this would prove him loyal enough for you to trust him.

I extend my hand in friendship to your group, and hope to work to our common cooperation. The White Haze is at your command.

From Sui Sung Tzu
White Rain of the White Haze

[Talmann]

Will read the note carefully. Then, he looked up at Wan, carefully bowed his head, and offered him some traditional Talmänner hospitality. Meanwhile, he called Gilbert to fetch him a translator that knew Chinese. Gilbert had been watching the news, and the Dysaniian News, none the less. "Ooh, boy," Will said to himself. "We gotta write a letter to these people..."

[Talmann]

From: William Schmidt
To: Dysaniian Government

Since you have expressed your gratitude for the attacks on the Peace Summit, I would like to invite some of your leaders to meet me at my palace in western Confederate Freedom. I feel we can arrange something of an agreement. There will be a few others there, too, but do not be discouraged, they have the same aims you do.

Again, thank you for your position. Hope to see your countrymen soon.
William Schmidt

[Dysanii]

To: William Schmidt

Your invitation is accepted.

We will be sending General Loú to your palace in the west of Confederate Freedom with the secret coordinates provided. He will be accompanied by an assortment of military supplies as a gift to your noble organisation.

[Talmann]

*Secret Telegram*

To: MM1
From: MMA
The formerly discussed weaponry is being pulled out of our warehouses and shipped to the bases as we speak. Expect only the best from your favorite weapons store, Mountain Man's Arms.

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Gilbert returned, finally finding a man who knew enough Chinese to get by, thankfully it was being taught more now that CF was in an alliance with two Chinese nations. Will then took the man and led him to the man from White Haze. He asked Wan how they (White Haze) could help.

[Talmann]

While the translator was talking to Wan, a phone call came. "Gilbert!"
"On it, sir." A few minutes later, Gilbert came down the stairs, shaking in fear and excitement, it seemed.
"What, Gilbert? Who was it? What did they want?" Gilbert just stared, grinning ear to ear in a cold sweat. He went over to the TV, turned it to the Dysaniian news station, which had something about losing a war in Easteros, and then went over to the map Will had hanging on the wall. He took out a marker, and slowly circled the Southern part of Ryazania. Will's eyes bulged in surprise. "You mean...?" Gilbert nodded. Will noticed he, too, was starting to sweat. "Excuse me, Gilbert. I need to make a few phone calls. Tell Herr Wan to mmove any men and supplies to the east front under the 'stadt's flag."

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To: General Loú
From: William Schmidt

We have heard of your country's current predicament. We will gladly send some troops to liberate and hold firm the western coast of Southern Ryazania. They will fly Talstadt's colors. We hope to be of service.

William Schmidt

OOC: They're "helping" you, so no worries. I know you're leaving, but I'm getting in on this deal.

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Will remembered what he told Gilbert to do, but thought otherwise and wrote another letter to send back with Wan.

To: Sui Sung Tzu, White Rain of the White Haze
From: William Schmidt, MM1

We have our first target. Admittedly, it shall be somewhat closer to you than I had thought. You and your men will travel to Southern Ryazania to "help" the Dysaniians. You will fly Talstadt's colors and state you are relief workers come to help. Your men may have more trouble getting in, should they see that you are Chinese. So I will have my friend and his sailor friends get you in as his personal workers to unload the boat. I feel that will be adequate for anyone checking your ship.

Your friend,
William Schmidt

Will smiled. This was going to be good.

[White Haze]

To: William Schmidt, MM1
From: Sui Sung Tzu, White Rain of the White Haze

I apologize for the late response, but the government has increase patrols around here. We have relocated further south of the South Sea islands. The coordinates are listed below. I will prepare my team for the mission to describe, veterans of the White Haze. I'm sure you will find them useful and efficient.

[Talmann]

After several hours of trying to get to West Talstadt and waiting for clearance for his ship to leave, William Schmidt rode out for his private island (OOC: the government doesn't know this, it is too small and rocky to look habitable.) From there, he ordered his men, who arrived just hours before he on larger ships of military transport class, to the coast of Southern Ryazania.

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To: The Father
From: William Schmidt, MM1

We know of your goals, and we feel that it should not be Talstadt we destroy, but the Dysaniian occupants of Southern Ryazania. Listen closely. Your soldiers will travel to Southern Ryazania to "help" the Dysaniians. You will fly Talstadt's colors and state you are relief workers come to help. Your men may have more trouble getting in, should they see that you are Delfian. So I will have some sailor friends of mine go with you to get you in as their personal workers to unload the boat. I feel that will be adequate for anyone checking your ship. And then, once you have docked, do what you are famous for and smuggle what you can of any heavy artillery to the outskirts of the docking town.

Those are my requests of you, oh Father.

Willaim Schmidt

[Delfos]

200 Black Scorpion Fighters masked as an employment investment movement, met with Schmidt's agents at the docks.

ooc: Free to RP them along the way and ordinary scenes since then and in S.Ryaz. Anything about attacking or retreating or blowing things must be consulted 1st to not rape their ideology or way of fighting. Don't forget, they are employment workers :p mainly armed with AK47s and MR.444 pistols, also have riped SA katyusha launchers, even white phosphorus bombs, and conventional explosives.

[Talmann]

Artie Eckhart and his brother, Theo, approached the Clan members.
A: Alright, y'all! I want 100 of you to get on my boat, und 100 on Theo's here. I've got clearance starting in 2 hours, so we gotta load up fast. Alright, let's move!
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5 hours later, Theo watched his crew of 100 Delfians walk around the boat like it was their home. They were well out to sea, and everybody was having a great time. "Artie?"
"Ja?"
"Wie sind deine Arbeitsmänner?" (How are your workers?)
"Gut, gut. Suprisingly so..."
"Ok, mache ich nur sicher... Aus." (Ok, only making sure... out.)

OOC: I'll RP landing in the war thread...