Nula, Yarın, Ev'saht

[Vince_Ares]

"Easy now" Ares remarked, as the two Gallipoli guards patted him down.
The one who seemed to be the senior of the two nodded to him, holding his PPK. There was no way there were going to trust him with his weapon while he was in with Yusuf.

The guard nodded him in.
Yusuf looked up from the map he was studying.
"It's done" Ares informed him.
"And here's the proof" he continued, dropping the dog tags of the radar facility's CO.

[Zimmerwald]

"You've done well, Mister Ares," began Yusuf.  "This will be a great help to our cause."  Yusuf kept his sentences curt, simple, willing himself not to reveal too much.  To him, this had been a test, not only of Ares' ability, but of his trustworthiness.  No doubt Ares knew, or guessed, this, and had acted accordingly; Yusuf would have trusted him more if he'd been less successful, but this seemed almost too good to be true.  And of course, there was always the matter of finding something else useful for Ares to do.

"Mister Ares, I will not decieve you; it will be impossible for us to get you home until Corlu is free from Xyraeli encirclement.  This cannot happen without at least some sort of action in other cities, particularly Marmara Eregli or Tekirdag.  This in turn cannot happen until at least one of two things come to pass: either our forces make a break in the Xyraeli lines, or we're able to broadcast over the radio.  The Xyraeli jamming station is on the outskirts of Marmara Eregli, on the west side of the town.  Will you be able to shut it down as effectively as you did the radar station?"

[St Oz]

Sevda sat in her Hotel room watching the television, the Xyraeli programs were reporting the new birth of the Mor'osi Heirs, the Emperor and Empress were on a bed with their children in her arms. She some what smiled at this humorously, I know my ambition will be accomplished when I have the opportunity to meet those babies, the story continued with Xyraeli rubbish about a safe city, and apparently they found more of her family. However what was also big was the continuation of her father's death. On the news they made it a victory but to many of the people it was a tragedy. She now realized the true power her father held not only through business but with the people. The story of killing millions of Moacians made him a great Martyr figure. She slightly teared at his image and her mother's memory.

A pattern of knocks on the door broke her train of thought as she sat there on the bed motionlessly. The knocks were struck again and this time she remembered. She walked to the door to see people she knew and people she didn't know.

They all walked in greeting her and kissing her, the last one was Vendecci who shut the door and kissed her on both cheeks. He continued to say, "We got the arms into Warehouse 517."

She nodded, "good, very good..."

An adviser by the name Kali Vastavi, took off her headdress and noticed Sevda's face, "Something the matter?"

With a desperate grin Sevda remarked, "I'm fine thank you. Well... what are our stats?"

Vendecci introduced the men she had not met before, "This here is General Haer le'mafta, former officer in the Ozian Legions and now General of the La Savan Militias, they are about 5,000 in number. They have 3,000 IA-7s, 1,000 I-19s."

She nodded to him, "Our militia force is only 5,000?"

Vendecci, with a sorrowful voice said, "unfortunately many are afraid about doing anything, many of the volunteers fought under General Haer and with action he was convinced more would follow. Sevda respectfully eased herself and grinned to the General, "I understand"

Vendecci continued to introduce the next man, young but seemingly reliable, "This man is Dire Ka'labib, he organizes many black market deals, he thinks he could get some arms from other nations... Now... What do we have exactly, they've been dying to know." 
 
Sevda grabbed a clipboard and began reading off the list, "About 7 thousand men, 20 deployed on La Sava for Covert work, the rest on the Carrier. 27 Aircraft, 20 fighters, 3 make-shift bombers, 1 helicopter, and 2 reconnaissance planes. 5 Napalm bombs, about 200 missiles were on the ship for the planes, and crew members have begun making makeshift bombs. One of the planes from Mt. Ijek brought a biological warhead, Anthrax. Currently under sealed storage on the ship. I will most likely disband of it... An I-19 for everyman, a few Anti-Air launchers and a few Anti-Armor Missile launchers. However we only brought about 5,000 I-19 and ammunition from the ship."

The two men seemed worried, the General blurted, "We were told that you had more... This island is not just an infantry garrison, we yet to solve the problem of their armor divisions."

Sevda barked back, "Well, I guess we should build a maze... oh yeah, I was also provided with 30 flags of divine Ozia, though an archaic practice, a flag man will stir up some to join use. Burn every Xyraeli flag you see, kill every Moacian you see. We can't risk anything."

They all nodded, Kali asked, "When do we attack?"

Sevda walked to the window and sat by it while the others listened on, she pointed outside at an officer on a street corner, "When that man is dead."

The Ozians carefully edged to the window to see what Dire Sevda was talking about, there on the street corner was an officer that looked like he had a high officer ranking, he was talking to a group of soldier that were patrolling the area. As they looked on Sevda walked back with a sordid grin on her face, At once the Ozians were astonished the man who was directing the soldier suddenly stopped. With a closer look he apparently fell down and the soldiers he was just ordering sought cover. They looked back at Sevda one after the other wondering what just happened, she remarked to them, "Go already, send your soldiers to the Warehouse. We have a city to take."

[Xyrael]

ooc: As far as I can tell, Oz will be gone for an indeterminate amount of time (longer than even I). The following action was unplanned, but should he return new plans will be made. This is permanent.

ic:
Governor Aki's burgundy eyes slowly browsed over the documents, an idle pen in her hand as she sat within the main office of the embassy within Ozia City. A cloudless desert sky brooded over the shanty, undeveloped city. Construction of numerous factories had ground to a halt upon the Ministry of Industries orders, thousands of workers fired and left jobless along with tens of other occupations. The quiet skeletons of the buildings a testament to Ozia's failure as a Xyraeli colony. Imports from the rest of the Imperial colonies had been rerouted to provide Moacia with the ability to provide her people with a meager existence, plague now ravaging the population as people continued to die from residue of the Ozian bio attack. Aki was hardly surprised by the document, indeed pleased. She was finally permissed to leave this blasted wasteland, and the Embassy Guard new it. Xyraeli troops had been cycled out within the months before, leaving behind a scant force of 4,000 to hold Ozia city against guerilla's. They were to be replaced by Moacian Legionairres, but these men had scarcely left the side of their loved ones at home.

Aki picked up the phone and pressed four numbers, waiting several rings before hearing a voice. She leaned back in her chair, setting the heels of her shoes on the edge of her desk as she held the folder in front of her. "Have you read this?" she inquired.

"Not yet. What does it say, madame Governor?" was the response.

"Quite a lot actually. I'd rather you read it, you're not supposed to ignore urgent messages."

"Well, I've been busy."

"Your secretary can wait, buy her some new shoes. She'll enjoy them more." Aki heard only silence, so she decided to continue. "The cost for stationing those four thousand soldiers is more than I thought you know. The fewer you have, the more you realize each one is. These figures aren't appealing, costs for sending supplies to this damned place are far too high, especially with the revolt in Corlu cutting off the rail..."

"Aki..." the man spoke her name as if he had been waiting for these words. "You know exactly what I want to hear, tell me more Aki."

"Oh, save it for later. You can reward me on the plane," she grinned as she flipped through the pages. "Alright, here's the meat of it. 'By Imperial Decree'," she spoke as though she mocked the authority of the words, "'His Grace sees fit to cherish the lives of his people. All Xyraeli citizens stationed within the Ozian colony are hereby granted passage and lodging within the mainland of Xyrael. No longer do His beautiful subjects needs to scratch a living within the unfit Ozian colony, nor deal with the ill mannered people that reside in this colony. His Illuminate Eminence calls for all government members to ensure that all Xyraeli citizens are processed and admitted. All soldiers, workers, and citizens of the Empire are hereby banned from visiting, trading with or fraternizing with the State or citizenry of Ozia. All Ozian citizens are to be expelled from Illuminate lands, never to be permitted to return. The Ministry of Industry shall hereby sever all economic links with the Ozian people. The Diplomatic Bureau shall hereby withdraw all diplomatic personnel within Ozian lands, and sever existing ties. The Illuminates armed forces within Ozia are hereby recalled to reinforce forces of the Illuminate within Laen'ka. The Illuminate refuses to recognize any self-governing entity which claims to lord over the Ozian people, and will not suffer terrorists. The Iseltov family and accomplices are convicted by Imperial tribunal for the mass murder of eight million two hundred forty seven thousand ninety one loyal Illuminate citizens. Death is not sufficient enough punishment for these souls. The Emperor hereby calls upon the Grace and Justness of the Light to condemn these guilty men to a life of torment, pain, suffering, and darkness, renewed and refreshed every moment by the memories of lost loved ones and failings in life. It is clear that the Ozian people have not been, are not, nor will they ever be fit to be subjects to his Benevolence. His Divinity no longer sees need to suffer their kind.'"

"...wow."

"I think he rambled a bit too much, I'd like to see him in a room with that geezer Iseltov!" Aki jested, her red blouse complimented the touch of red on her face as she flushed with an eagerness to leave.

"What do you think's going to happen to this place?"

Aki looked out the window as dust settled on the blue horizon, staining the air a filthy brown. "I don't care. Hopefully they rot. I just want to get home, see some trees. You would've thought these people could at least build a decent park."

She could hear a muffled chuckle. "Yes, but I'll definetly be on that plane with you."

"You better be, that flights nine hours long. I need some company."

"The last time I gave you company on a plane the waitress knocked on the door!"

"That's not my fault! Besides, this planes an official government plane. The only waitress on board won't bother us this time..." she smiled. Time to go home...