City of the Fallen Angels

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Dannistrian Nationalist Party Leadership Contest EGM, Royal For’af Convention Centre, Central For’af, East Dannistaan
23:15 EPT

“Kelly Minn’ow-Jones…five million, six hundred…”
There was a deafening cheer that caused the chairperson of the EGM to pause until he could continue
“…Kelly Minn’ow-Jones…five million, six hundred and forty one thousand, six hundred votes. Robert Tyn’dahl…one milltion, two hundred and thirty eight thousand, four hundred votes…”
Again he was interrupted, this time by jeering and cries of “The whole thing has been rigged!” and “It’s a wind up!”. The chairperson of the EGM paused again before continuing.
“I hearby declare Ms Kelly Minn’ow-Jones, leader of the Federal Dannistrian Nationalists Party.”

A loud round of applause rang out for several minutes as the victorious former First Minister walked onto the stage. She waved to the audience as she took her place at the lectern. She paused for effect before speaking.
“Fellow Dannistrians, I thank you for voting me into this position in the party. For too long, our nation has been falling into a state of decline. For too long, we have been subject to far too many restrictions on what we can and cannot do regarding a certain problem. For too long we have been restricted by political correctness about what we can and cannot say about this problem. Well, no longer. As we speak, fellow East Dannistrians are making their voices heard that they will no longer tolerate the unabated flow of illegal, Bai Lungese immigrants into our glorious nation. We can no longer stand now and simply accept it. Now is the time we stand up…for…ourselves!”

Minn’ow-Jones thumped the lectern on each of the last words, pausing as another round cheer rang out throughout the hall.
“It is now time for East Dannistrian to rise up against the Bai Lungese threat. Our brethren and the wider global public must understand that the Bai Lungese are a dangerous people who can no longer be trusted. They have repeatedly threatened us with violence in the past and expect us to accept their ways of life regardless of where they spread. Not this time! Not this time! We now say enough, is enough, is enough!”

Another cheer.
“We have to now consider what may have previously be unthinkable. That is, the Bai Lungese are fundamentally a people who cannot be integrated into Dannistrian society and therefore we must consider their removal, for our safety and that of others. To allow East Dannistaan to flourish once more!”

There was a loud cheer which when it died down, allowed Ms Minn’ow-Jones to continue on her speech. Much of it was in the same vein with her going through “proof” that East Dannistaan, For’af especially, was going into massive decline into crime and poverty with the Bai Lungese immigrant community still in the country. She proceeded to rant on repeatedly about how much of a danger they were and discussed various ways they could be deported at minimal cost and effort. Each time she paused more applause and cheering would ring out, although certain members of the audience, mostly supporters of the former incumbent leader, Robert Tyn’dahl, would occasionally jeer, only to be removed from the venue hall…

Londonside District, Northern For’af, East Dannistaan
23:35 EPT

Londonside was a large district which bordered the BL-town area proper. It was the most northerly point of For’af where you will still see East Dannistrians before actually entering BL-town. It was a run down area with the odd gated community for more affluent residents dotted around. Most of the time, any violence was limited to small scale skirmishes and hurled insults between Bai Lungese and East Dannistrian youths. This was not the case on this evening as a large group of angry workers, homeless and anarchists gathered outside a temporary security cordon set up by the police on the border of BL-town. The howling mob repeatedly chanting out “DEATH TO THE BAI LUNGESE! KILL THE BAI LUNGESE!” and waving placards in an increasingly animated manner. The commander of the police officers manning the cordon would occasionally shout out orders through a loud hailer, warning the crowd to stand back and to return home. The crowd would only give him the benefit of an angry jeer.

After several hours of this, things became very ugly when a molotov cocktail was thrown at the officers, followed by several gunshots. Somehow, guns were passed to a large proportion of the mob, causing things to become dangerous. More orders were shouted and the police took cover as the crowd bayed angrily and attempted to march forward. Then more gunfire from both sides echoed around the cityscape, causing officer and protester alike to scramble for cover…

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Emergency Services Control Room, Port Ourad, East Dannistaan
01:15 EPT

The control room used by the emergency services in East Dannistaan would, on a good day, receive around 1500 calls regardng incidents specifically about the city of For’af on its own. The main map in the control area would display a near permanent cluster of red markers denoting serious incidents around the city. However, today the city could almost not be seen under the mass of red on the map as almost 9000 calls and still rising were received, leaving the staff beleaguered.

Ultimately, the emergency services were under so much strain that the commanding officers of the of the ambulance service, fire brigade and police not only drafted in resources from other areas, but started further prioritisi ng cases based on if they can reach rhe aera safely and if the area was so far gone that it wasn’t worth using already limited resources to help the situation there. It was a controversial move but ultimately had to be done given the dire situation…

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Rioter: “NO TO CHAPPY! DOWN WITH CHAPPY! KILL THOSE COAL B@ST@RDS!!!”

A Bai Lungese rioter started throwing molotovs into the shops of Dannistrian owned business and stabbing any Dannistrian they can find.

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“Oi stop!”

Several police officers gave chase after the Bai Lungese person, cornering him in an alley behind several shops.
“OK man! There is no need for this! Put the knife down and we won’t hurt you!”
The Bai Lungese man only responded by yelling and charged at the Dannistrians. The police were forced to open fire at the man, leaving him to slump over a pile of trash bags.
“Dispatch, we need an ambulance, ASAP,” one of the officers radioed to control. Soon afterwards an ambulance, followed by a police escort, arrived on the scene to pick up the injured Bai Lungese man and carted him off inside the ambulance.

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The Bai Lungese man spat in the face of the officer, followed by a middle finger.

Rioter: "GO F*** YOURSELVES, CHAPPIE PIGS!!! DON’T MAKE ME URINATE ON YOU LOT!!! BAI LUNG FOREVER!!! "

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The officers ignored the Bai Lungese man’s insults and simply bundled him into the ambulance, making sure he was properly restrained. Two officers accompanied the man as the ambulance drove off…[hr]Somewhere in For’af City Centre, East Dannistaan
02:30 EPT

The city centre was almost completely deserted, which it has been for the last few weeks. There was an air of eeriness as the only sound that could be heard through the streets was distant sirens of emergency service vehicles and sporadic gunfire.

All except for the sound of an approaching car, which for some reason managed to move around unseen past the barricades set up in the city due to the curfew. The driver then stopped the car just outside a petrol station which had been shut due to the ongoing situation. The driver got out the vehicle, looked around nervously, then fiddled with something in the car before running away very quickly. The reason soon became clear as the car disappeared into a ball of orange flame and a loud rumble filled the air. The petrol station also exploded sympathetically with the car bomb, resulting in a large fire…

Emergency Services Control Room, Port Ourad, East Dannistaan
02:35 EPT

The map in the control room was suddenly showing a lot more red markers, even by the standards of the ongoing rioting and the operators were taking more and more panicked calls. One of the staff ran over to the police inspector in command of the control centre.
“Sir, that is another call about a suspected car bomb. This time in the city centre. Gas station just went up.”
The officer acknowledged the report and started speaking to other officers at the scenes of the other bomb incidents through his radio.
“All officers, be on the look out for any suspect vehicles. This might be just the beginning. Gold command out…”

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Given the escalation of conflicts in East Dannistaan, the President of Drakkenagard sent a personal message to its current leader

"Ms Sarah Kah’riinah,…

… Therefore i, in name of Drakkengard, declare that if any help is needed to ease the suffering of our allies, we stand ready to provide.

Ludwig von Drakken"

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
City Centre, For’af City, East Dannistaan, Dannistaan

A long day at the consulate was finally over. The week of pure chaos had been harrowing, but the consul was determined to keep the gates open as a display of solidarity for Dannistrian allies and Dovakhanese expatriates alike.

The red and white crescent flag fluttered in the coastal wind next to the wide boulevard where the consulate was located. A Republican Guard walked out as the sun set and lowered the banner to signal the end of the day’s business.

«Got to love the tropical weather, though» he joked to his colleague as they folded the flag and walked back into the building.

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
City Centre, For’af, East Dannistaan

The location of the Consulate in one of Dannistaan’s most anti-communist, anti-socialist cities would seem like a very odd choice to many Dannistrians. Rightly or wrongly, Dannistaan’s partner in crime in the EP-NAM was seen as an undesirable bastion of leftist politics in East Dannistaan. Yet the economic importance of the city meant that the Republic-Khanates still saw it useful to place a foreign mission here. More surprising was the fact that very few attacks were directed at the consulate. Most put it down to the fact that the target of anger and hatred of For’af slum dwellers was targeted at the Bai Lungese more than anything else.

However, this didn’t make the consulate immune from unwanted attention. A small group of fifty East Dannistrians were outside the consulate screaming anti-Dovakhanese obscenities and waving placards with slogans such as “FROGS OUT!” and “BAI LUNGESE SYMPATHISERS” on them. The protesters were not allowed to go near the consulate though due to a barricade manned by officers from the East Dannistrian Police Force and soldiers from the Dannistrian Army.

Suddenly there was a load yell followed by a crack of gunfire. The air filled with screaming and bullets as cops and soldiers alike responded with their own weaponry. The then crowd scattered, causing further chaos as people started running in all directions. More gunfire followed, eventually dying down after several hours…

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OOC:
Since Dannistaan was the only country the Drrakegardi could travek to during the isolation, it is a common tourist spot for them. So i decided to have one been caught by the riot :slight_smile:
He´s white, blackhaired, tall, middleweight and is on his early 20s. He also wears bulletproof clothes (like those sold by Miguel Caballero) and carries a concealed handgun equivalent to a MP-7.

Through For’af main market center, a well-dressed young man strolled by, carefreely looking at stuff, despite the tension in the air…

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
City Centre, For’af, East Dannistaan

The Republican Guard maintained their guard alongside their Dannistrian compatriots. The consul invited the changing shifts of Dannistrian police and military to take their breaks inside the consulate building. The courtyard was set up with folding chairs and a table where foreign service officers served water, tea, fruit, and biscuits.

Meanwhile, the consul was in wire contact with his superiors at the Department of Diplomacy. Following their communication, the consul drafted a memorandum of support for the Prime Minister of Dannistaan and the First Minister of East Dannistaan:

— Begin quote from ____

Your Excellencies,

The people of Dovakhan have joined in a chorus of support for its Non-Aligned partner.  The Cama of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan and the Khagan-Chancellor have joined a joint resolution of absolute support of the sovereignty of the Royal Confederacy of Dannistaan and all of its territorial collectivities.  The resolution expressed great sadness for the unfortunate events in East Dannistaan and condemns the actions of its perpetrators.

In turn, the Republic-Khanates is prepared to offer humanitarian support to all those affected by the crisis.  With the conflict’s speedy resolution, the Khagan-Chancellor is prepared to deploy the Dovakhanese Green Crescent.  Also, the executive has indicated that he would provide logistical support needed for the reconstruction and reconciliation between the parties.

— End quote

At that moment, a couple appeared at the consulate’s gates. They had been let through the police barricade because the young mulatto woman yelled something in Dovakhanese and waved a Dovakhanese ID card. At her arm was a Bai-Lungese man who was dressed, like his partner, in khakis and a tropical shirt. The woman cinched her belt and clutched her floppy hat as she spoke, somewhat incoherently, to the Republican Guards:

«I’m Tokan*, but I guess they thought I was Dannistrian. Anyway, they chanted ‹Bahr-ell** Lover› before they burned our shop down. We took the car straight here, and I just have my old ID card in my wallet. We both need passports, NOW!» she frantically explained, compelling the Republican Guards to step aside as the two walked through the gates to the consul’s office.

  • Tokan’s are a group ethnically similar to the Dannistrians. They live in the archipelago known as Tokana, formerly Dovakhanese Marian Sea. This territory is a former Dovakhanese colonial territory, and has since become a freely-associated state (cf. U.S. and Puerto Rico)

** A common Dannistrian slur for Bai-Lungese

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Cabinet Offices, Number 10 New Downing Street, Dannistra Onn, Central Dannistaan
08:50 EPT

P’aanil studied the communique from the Dovakhanese Department of Diplomacy. He then turned to the Foreign Secretary, Tr’valis and nodded, authorising him to draft a reply.

— Begin quote from ____

To whom it may concerned,

We thank the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan and the Khagan-Chancellor for it’s support. We would be happy to accept humanitarian support from the Dovakhanese Green Crescent. As you can imagine, we are greatly upset at the current situation of disorder in the city of For’af in the state of East Dannistaan and hope to be able to put the situation to rest and put in place a more productive method allowing the public of For’af to raise their grievances. We also advise that you should considering removing all non-essential staff from the Dovakhanese Consulate in For’af as we cannot guarantee their safety due to the situation in For’af.

Hal’vo hav’nar
-Tr’valis No’oonsoko
Foreign Secretary of the Royal Confederacy of Dannistaan

— End quote

Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
City Centre, For’af, East Dannistaan

Sara sighed as she piloted her Armored Core mech through the streets surrounding the consulate. It was not the first time her unit from the Central Dannistrian Constabulary was deployed in East Dannistaan. She sighed as she studied the VR cockpit readout for trouble.

The mech itself was a cut down civilian spec police mech that was based on the military versions except for thinner armour plating, faster movement and lighter weaponry geared towards stunning subjects rather than outright killing. It was painted mostly white with the reflective blue and yellow chequered pattern throughout strategic points. This gave the large 2 storey machine a strange overall look.

The other strange thing was the presence of the CDC, the local police force of Central Dannistaan which is also used as a Federal Police Force for certain functions and situations. The East Dannistrian Police Force had it’s own AC mech unit but chose instead to ask for further assistance from their counterparts in Central Dannistaan as the CDC’s AC unit was more experienced. Nonetheless, this made Sara feel very uncomfortable as she scanned the area for more trouble. Sure enough, a large mob consisting of people wearing balaclavas approached the entrance to the consulate and started hurling Molotovs at the gates.

“Oi! You! Hold it!” shouted Sara through the mechs PA system before opening fire at them with the mechs machine gun. The ground took the hint and scattered quickly, but not before shooting at Saras mech a few times, triggering more gun fire. Sara sighed and returned to the patrol route, satisfied the troublemakers are not returning…

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
12 McNamara Square, Downtown For’af, East Dannistaan

«Who knows what the rest of Dannistaan is like? For all we know, the whole island could be a festering plague of prejudice. Issue a refugee passport and get them out of the country.» the consul ordered as he signed a report.

— Begin quote from ____

Pursuant to Department of Diplomacy policy and national law, a provisional passport was issued to the Dovakhanese citizen.  She also requested a refugee passport for her husband.  It is the opinion of the Dovakhanese Consulate in For’af that the applicant’s husband, a Dannistrian citizen and habitual resident, has the well-founded fear of persecution on the basis of his Bai Lungese ethnicity.  For this reason, the Dovakhanese consulate has chosen to issue the refugee passport.

— End quote

The biracial couple was then instructed to make any possible arrangements by telephone and telex for their arrival in Dovakhan. Fortunately, the Dovakhanese wife’s mother in Âzûr could take them and there was plenty of money in their bank account for the flight. Unfortunately, however, the Dovakhanese consulate had made a possible gaffe in issuing the refugee passport, implying that there was no possibility for resettlement in other parts of Dannistaan.

Department of Diplomacy of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
Tkanatdovakhiastaat, Republican District of Dovakhia, Dovakhan

— Begin quote from ____

Your Excellencies,

On behalf of the Dovakhanese people, the Director of Diplomacy echoes the support of his colleague in For’af.  In the next few days 1,000 civilians from the Green Crescent Reservists will be transported to the airport in Nordu Dannistra City under Civilian Field Commander Kârl Sûlmâr.  His charge is to administer humanitarian aid under the general direction of the Dannistrian Armed Forces.

The Khagan-Chancellor has also relayed a special request on behalf of two Dovakhanese protectorates.  Elder Nil’a F’amavaga of the Tokan Republic and Deputy Governor Wen Jiabao of South Bai Lung desire to make a joint visit in a show of Sino-Melanasian goodwill.  This office eagerly encourages its esteemed Dannistrian counterpart to consider this offer.  To that effect, the Dovakhanese Embassy in Nordu Dannistra City has agreed to undertake the security of these esteemed individuals.

— End quote

Dovakhia International Military Airport
Republican District of Dovakhia

The military airport in the Dovakhanese capital district would get its first test run today. The facility had been constructed to alleviate overcrowding at Ameli Lespolitsia International Airport in Tschmuschaboumtopolis. At that moment, green-beret aid workers were loading onto military transport planes used to carrying soldiers to South Bai Lung. However, for this mission, the Dovakhanese flags painted on the sides were removed in favor of white flags with a green crescent moon.

Several hours later, the planes touched down on the tarmac in Nordu Dannistra City, apprehensively waiting instructions from their needy hosts.

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
12 McNamara Square, Downtown For’af, East Dannistaan

A minibus arrived in the area to collect the couple inside the Dovakhanese consulate. The lack of an international airport in Dannistaan meant that the couple would need to be transported out of the city, out of the state to North Dannistaan where the airport is.

Except it had enough trouble arriving near the consulate. It was only escorted by one Armed Auxiliary Response van. Not even a fully fledged police car.

“What the heck? Is is a joke?” shouted one of the police officers outside the consulate in exasperation. The lightly armoured van only had a couple of nervous looking men in grey uniforms, clutching their guns tightly. The bus moved slowly up to the entrance.

The Auxiliary Armed Response Unit was a group of specially trained civilian deputies who in theory were meant to help the police in emergencies and large scale events. However they were turned out to be completely inept in the current rioting. Most had run away or were in hiding. The two in the van were obviously completely inexperienced and looked really nervous in the vehicle. As the van moved closer, the police officer in charge of the group guarding the consulate signalled for the bus to move in closer.

Then there was a loud yell. Several hundred Bai Lungese youths had somehow managed to make their into the area of the city where the consulate was located. The scream filled the air and resembled that of an angry tiger.
“The traitor is in there! KILL HIM!” screamed the ringleader of the group. The group then let off an animalistic roar and charged forward. At this point the AARU van drove off quickly.

“NO! DON’T RUN AWAY YOU IDIOTS!” screamed the sergeant. The group proceeded to make their way to the minibus and started rocking it, forcing the driver to clamber out and run into the consulate gates.
“DEATH TO CHAPPIES! DEATH TO TRAITORS!” chanted the group. Then, with one all mighty heave, the bus was flipped onto its side, much to the delight of the group. The bus was then torched, causing flames to leap into the sky. This was despite the best efforts of the police to keep them away by shooting into the crowd.

The sergeant, now very annoyed at the reactions of the AARU, marched up to the head of the Republican Guards.
“Tell your boss we have a problem,” he said, “The bus meant for the refugees has just been overturned and probably needs more than a coat of new paint to drive again,” he remarked sarcastically.

Dannistaan International Airport, North Dannistaan

The group of aid workers from the Dovakhanese Green Crescent were gathered up and led to a conference hall in the airports main terminal building. There the workers were advised that due to the ongoing situation in For’af they would not be taken there until 24 hours later at least.

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Dannistaan International Airport
North Dannistaan, Dannistaan

Elder Nil’a F’amavaga folded her reading glasses into her coat pocket as the government plane touched down onto the runway at Dannistaan International Airport. She tucked a biography of Mary McLeod Bethune under her arm. The humor of the matter was that she resembled the late American Civil Rights leader very much with her regal white hair and wide smile.

Ms. F’amavaga was an elder of the Ana’na Clan, a typical situation for the matrifocal Tokans. She was educated as a schoolteacher in Dovakhan before returning to serve as Education Rector for Ana’na Island. When the House of Elders was established as the upper house of the Tokan National Assembly, she became a legislator and eventually President of the House of Elders. This made her Elder of the Tokan Republic, the spiritual leader of the Tokan people.

At her side to help her onto the tarmac was Wen Jiabao, Deputy Governor of Dovakhanese-Controlled South Bai Lung. His wispy greying hair gave way to a weathered middle-aged face. Indeed, the gaze of his eyes betrayed his quiet pensiveness. The son of a farmer-turned-party-official, Wen was able to study at Pyongjing’s Technic University and become a high-level party cadre specialising in Rural Development at the People’s Bank. Dismayed by the abuses of the Stalinist Regime, Wen escaped to Dannistaan where, up until the invasion, he campaigned for the liberation of Bai Lung.

These two eminent figures had been hand-picked by the Dovakhanese to visit strife-ridden East Dannistaan for two reason. First of all, they were both relatively pro-Dovakhanese politicians in . Perhaps more importantly, though, the goal of a Tokan, a cousin people of the Dannistrian people, and a Bai Lungese traveling together was to foster peace and Sino-Melasian reconciliation on this divided island.

«Good afternoon, cousins, it is my pleasure to return to your beautiful homeland. However, I come this time with a somewhat more solemn mission. Thankfully I have this gentleman to protect me». announced a beaming Elder F’amavaga as she approached the press corps on Deputy Governor Wen’s arm. She had been careful to avoid the archaic Tokan speech in favor of a more vernacular Dannistrian.

«It is a privilege to travel with Elder F’amavaga. We hope our time here will be productive» replied the Deputy Governor curtly when questioned by a nearby reporter.

Following this exchange and a brief rally with the Green Crescent volunteers, the two began their journey. Their first stop along the way would be in Port Ourad to have a special audience with the Governor of East Dannistaan. Following that meeting, they planned a speaking tour that would seek to capture the hearts and minds of the East Dannistrian people in favor of peace, and perhaps in favor of the Dovakhanese as well…

Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
12 McNamara Square, Downtown For’af, East Dannistaan

The Republican Guard nodded solemnly, «We’ll get someone to clean that up once the crowd disperses, I’m not having this turn into a junkyard. The consul has ordered me to maintain the integrity of the Republic-Khanates and its foreign missions. Anyway, we need this way to be clear for anyone else that might need consular services. Is there any way to secure this portion of the street for that potential traffic without compromising our defensive position?»

Meanwhile, the consul was hastily contacting the Dannistrian Minister of Transport to find out if there was any way to use non-commercial facilities in East Dannistaan to transport the refugees.

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The group of Bai Lungese surrounding the Dovakhanese consulate became increasingly frustrated. Many were seen burning flags of Dovakhan and effigees of the South Bai Lung governor.

Bai Lungese man 1: "HEY! You can’t marry that chappette! You are committing treachery if you wish to proceed with your course of actions! You are ruining the racial purity within our community! Miscegenation is a mortal sin within our circle! "

Bai Lungese man 2: “You frogs thought it wasn’t enough to steal bits of our home country, so you think you can up the ante by stealing our people! I’d say we should hang the two before they go to paradise.”

Bai Lungese man 3: “I’m gonna hop over these gates and blast my way in.”

Bai Lungese man 2: “You have a…”

The 3rd guy slowly produced a Mauser C96 with a PAX FRUIT silencer.

Bai Lungese man 3: “That’s right…”

The 3rd guy hopped through the gates like he said. Regardless of the number of guards fortifying the consulate, he decided to re-enact the chase scene in Casino Royale, shooting at the heavily armed guards.

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
12 McNamara Square, Downtown For’af, East Dannistaan

«SHOOT TO KILL!» ordered the squad leader as several Republican Guards opened fire on the Bai Lungese intruder. The kamikaze was taken down, but not before firing a shot at a guardsman who didn’t have the chance to take cover.

«VÏÎK! Lârz, get the consul’s van! We need a military police escort to the hospital; let’s see if you can get that right» yelled the squad leader at his men and the Dannistrians.

Stââtök-Zâbêk, Rêpûblîköt Square
Tschmuschaboumtopolis, Dovakhan

Newspaper headlines hung in the window of a news-agent near Grand Republic Station in Tschmuschaboumtopolis:

“Troubled East Dannistaan ‘A Failed State’” - The Dovakhanese New Star
“Dannistrians Face For’af Quagmire” - The Working Day
“Dannistra-Onn Plays the Lyre While For’af Burns” - Critical Reasoning
“Revolt of the Oppressed in For’af” - Living Manifesto

As always, the centrist Dovakhanese New Star could be counted on to use a quote, this time from the Director of Diplomacy, to distance themselves from a particular editorial line. Others failed to meet the high standards of the Dovakhanese newspaper of record. The Working Day, a mouthpiece of the Social-Democratic Party, tends to favor rapprochement with the Dannistrians in the Non-Aligned Movement. Their headline reflects very different sentiments from those of right-leaning Critical Reasoning and the Communist Party’s Living Manifesto. These newspapers oppose Dovakhan’s relationship with Dannistaan and especially it’s involvement in Bai Lung, albeit for different reasons.

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Consulate of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
12 McNamara Square, Downtown For’af, East Dannistaan

The entire episode happened very quickly. One moment the EDPF officers were shouting at the crowd of Bai Lungese to stay back, the next, one of them and a Republican guard was on the floor. The EDPF officers fired a few of their own shots into the Bai Lungese man, before pulling the half dead man aside. The other group of EDPF officers pulled the Republican Guardsman aside and started administering basic medical treatment to him.

“VÏÎK! Lârz, get the consul’s van! We need a military police escort to the hospital; let’s see if you can get that right!”

The sergeant was watching the whole incident from the consulate doorway. He was unimpressed at the sluggishness of his own men. He sighed, shook his head and started shouting at his officers.
“Dammit! What do I work with you guys for! Keep your eyes sharp and don’t let any more intruders in!”

He then turned to the Republican Guard squad leader, indicating, “I don’t think using one of your vans is a good idea. You might want to use that for emergencies. I got an idea that might help the other guy…”

The sergeant prepared his hand held radio.
“Bravo Alpha 55 to dispatch, over.”
“Dispatch. Go ahead Bravo Alpha 55, over.”
“Can we get an armoured ambulance, some form of transport for the refugee couple and full escort over here at the consulate? Over!”
“Negative, BA55. We cannot spare any escort units at this time. Over.”
“DAMMIT! We have one man down here and he is bleeding! If you cannot send an escort, send some backup dammit! We are going to be overrun if you don’t do something soon! Over!”

The dispatcher remained silent for several seconds.
“Negative. All available units are currently engaged in other operations. Gold commander advises it will be 1 hour before any free units are available. Over.”
The sergeant was rapidly loosing patience.
“Look, we have one man dying here! WE…NEED…BACKUP…NOW! Over!”
Some hushed discussion was heard over the radio. Eventually the dispatcher replied.
“BA55, standby. We will send an AC, 4 ETUs, 2 ARUs and 2 CAPS units along with an ambulance and a van to take the refugees away. ETA, 15 minutes. Over.”
“Dispatch, thank you! We await their arrival. Out!”

The sergeant turned to the Republican Guard squad leader.
“Help is on the way,” he said.

15 Minutes Later…

Sara was back in the house sized mech. Earlier she had to leave since the AC needed to refuel and rearm. But now she was back, escorting a convoy headed straight for the Dovakhanese consulate. The sight was surreal. 4 armoured off road vans, 2 armoured patrol cars and 2 trucks full of soldiers from the Dannistrian army along with the ambulance and a van moved along the road to 12 McNamara Square. As the convoy approached the area, a very large crowd of angry Bai Lungese had now resorted to hurling large concrete blocks at the consulate walls. Sara grimaced before opening fire into the crowd. Some shouting in Mandarin and Korean filled the air and the crowd dispersed in all directions, but not before someone set off an improvised bomb, destroying a parked car on the road outside the consulate. The crowd didn’t stray too far though, still hurling abuse and debris at the armoured off road vans as they blocked the road to prevent the crowd trying to get closer to the consulate.

“OK, there’s your friends ride! Let’s move!” the sergeant shouted.
A group of police officers and Republic Guardsmen put their injured comrade onto a makeshift stretcher and quickly carried him out. The paramedics in the ambulance carefully shifted him onto a more sturdy gurney and secured him inside the ambulance. Two of the Republican Guard joined their comrade. Meanwhile a second ambulance arrived and the now near dead Bai Lungese man was bundled into the back of the second ambulance. The refugee couple, much to the angry derision of the crowd, quickly took up seats in the waiting van. When everyone was ready, at the sound of a whistle, the entire convoy moved back up the road out of the area, the sergeant ordering his remaining men to open fire at the crowd to keep them back…

Department of Transport, Dannistra Onn, Central Dannistaan

“Non-commercial facilities? In East Dannistaan? And why do they keep calling us the ministry of transport anyway?” asked the junior transport minister.
“No idea,” Shay Tah’mahr, the newly appointed transport secretary murmured, brushing some hair out of her face while she read the request from the Dovakhanese consulate. She stopped to answer a call on her cellphone, the only sound the vibrating motor of the silent mode.
“Tah’mahr…yeah? Oh great. Fantastic. Thank you. I’ve gotta run. Speak to you later.”
She clicked the phone off.
“Looks like my request to provide the consulate with the armoured van worked. The refugees are out of the city and on their way to the airport in North Dannistaan.”
“I hear Ms Jones may be about to try to sour the relations with Dovakhan,” the junior minister remarked.
“I hear that too. This I gotta see. She is a complete loon. I’ll be surprised if anyone takes her seriously. Besides, I think it couldn’t get any worse compared to some of the Dovakhanese paper headlines…”

HRD News Broadcasting Studios
HRD News Channel

The studio of Howard, Roberts and Donaldson Broadcasting or HRD was broadcasting a live interview with Kelly Minn’ow-Jones. The newly elected leader of the DNP was already in full stride, launching into a vociferous attack on the Dovakhanese newspapers critique on Dannistaan and East Dannistaan in particular, as well as doing a complete deconstruction of their socialist politics. Rightly or wrongly, many East Dannistrians still view Dovakhan with suspicion and as some weird, monolithic bastion of big state interference and communist ideology, along with Kelssek. Ms. Jones gave and took no quarter regarding what she felt was wrong with any left wing politics.

“…and I certainly do not recall us ever telling the Dovakhanese what to do. Criticise, yes. But never tell them what to do. Their media on the other hand is giving completely wrong and heavy handed slander about our glorious state. They seem to forget they were, until recently, in no condition to make criticisms about anyone or anything! Their half hearted attempts at privatisation are at best, laughable and at worst, a mirage to trick the world into thinking it has a more liberal economy when in reality, their Government still dips it’s hand in the till…”

HRD News was not the best bastion of socialist thought. It has a particularly hard right view and often mocked anyone with anything slightly resembling left wing views, Dannistaan’s own Socialist Democratic party included. The viewer opinions were always screened so that only those which agree with their conservative views are aired, all others were deleted.

Meanwhile, on the internet

In response to newspaper headlines, many East Dannistrians, highly annoyed, proceeded to post up hateful comments regarding left wing politicians and figures on an infamous ultra nationalistic East Dannistrian message board, somehow building up a convoluted link between the Bai Lungese, Dovakhanese and Kelssekians into an overly complex communist conspiracy which plans to cleanse the world of freedom and force everyone into gulags while the leaders of the 3 nations “gorge on the benefits of their newly found autocratic regimes”. Many called for the Dovakhanese consulate to be removed from For’af and the Kelssek embassy staff to be deported and the embassy itself in Nordu Dannistra City shut down. Any descenting opinions from more moderate or lefty members were shut down at best and banned at worst. Ironically, the website itself and the IP addresses of the members indicated that many of the comments were posted either from North Dannistaan or proxy servers based in South Dannistaan, as unrestricted internet access in East Dannistaan was at a premium. The website itself was not accessible in East Dannistaan, due to “hate speech and racial aggravation” being detected on the site. The site itself was mysteriously shut down within hours, with a message purporting that the EDPF has contacted the owners of the site and he was now in custody…

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Office of the First Minister of East Dannistaan
Folkestone Way, Port Ourad, East Dannistaan

After a photo opportunity with the First Minister in front of the Temporary Seat of the East Dannistrian Parliament, the dynamic duo joined Dr. Sarah Kah’riinah in her office.

«First of all, I would like to thank your excellency, the Right Honourable First Minister, on behalf of the Tokan people for allowing me to visit you, our Melanasian brothers, especially in these troubled times. Please understand that our primary mission here is to promote goodwill. Also, we’ve contracted our own set of security guards courtesy of the Dovakhanese Embassy in Nordu Dannistra City» said Elder F’amavaga.

«Yes ma’am, thanks for allowing us to visit, here is the preliminary itinerary that we drew up» said Wen Jiabao.

— Begin quote from ____

Day 1 Port Ourad, Speech to a Joint Session of Parliament
Day 2 Port Ourad, Community Meeting
Day 3 Army Garrision outside For’af, Delivery of Care Packages
Day 4 Outer Londonside District, Community Charrette & Groundbreaking
Day 5 Bai Lung Town (Tentative), Community Charrette & Groundbreaking
Day 6 Dovakhanese Consulate in For’af, Delivery of Care Packages

— End quote

Elder F’amavaga chimed in, «We’re really excited about the upcoming days. The Dovakhanese have been really helpful in giving our respective governments the means to give some really special gifts to the communities on our tour. The Governments of Tokana and South Bai Lung have a special gift for the depressed districts of For’af; we’re hoping to build community centres in the districts of Londonside and Bai Lung Town to act as catalysts for the rejuvenation of these respective areas. Also, before I forget…»

The Tokan Elder, with the help of a couple of the gentlemen in the room, pulled out a wicker box. Inside was a large, elaborate carving made by a respected Tokan artist. It showed allegories of the Tokan and Dannistrian people shaking hands and looking towards the sunrise.

Wen Jiabao had his own gift to present. The Deputy Governor presented a porcelain vase with the Dannistrian and Bai Lungese people beating swords into ploughshares and tilling the fields together.

Later that day, the Dovakhanese Ambassador would pay his own respects to the First Minister with an afternoon tea. He told her that she should look past the headlines and that the Dovakhanese Council of Urban Planners had taken the initiative of its own to draw up redevelopment recommendations for For’af. Also, the Khagan-Chancellor had made it clear that East Dannistaan was not only not a “failed state,” but was also well on the road to recovery and progress.

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Dr. Sarah Kah’riinah accepted the gifts from the Tokanese Elder and Wen Jiabao. Afterwards the trio moved to a small press room set up for a gathering of the region’s and world’s media. Dr. Kah’riinah stepped forward to the podium to speak first.

“Good afternoon. I would like to thank you all for coming here today. I realise it is rather difficult for some of you to get here given the problems in the state capital.”

Dr. Kah’riinah cleared her throat before continuing.
“Today, we are gathered here today as part of a new initiative to deal with the continuing problems in For’af, our now besieged state capital. It saddens me to think that to this day, we still have major problems. That is why we have Elder F’amavaga and Premier Wen Jiabao here. It is my hope that with these two esteemed guests here, we can attempt to heal the divisions between the East Dannistrians, and Dannistrians in general, and the Bai Lungese people.”

Dr. Kar’riinah paused once more.
“Many people mistakenly think that by opposing the Bai Lungese, it is somehow following the will of our highest deity, Hal’vo. It isn’t. Hal’vo’s teachings tell us to be a open, tolerant society, one free of discrimination. One where the chains of racism are cast off and where all would be welcome, regardless of class, colour or creed. These are the very things we strive to achieve. Not to put blame entirely on one group. Not because we want to be better than others. But because this is genuinely our wish, to make the world a better place and to avoid the mistakes of the past. If Hal’vo were alive today and could see the devastation on going in For’af, he would cry. He would be greatly ashamed to see his teachings used in such a perverse way. It isn’t right, and will never be right. We have to step forward and stand as one. One day, we will able to live side by side and not have to worry about being attacked just for being a different race. Until that day though, we must start here. Now. As Hal’vo once said, ‘Sometimes, the most important step in any journey, is the first…’”

Dr. Kah’riinah looked to the two guests.
“Anything further you wish to add?”