Lions, Tigers, and Delegates. Oh my!

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It wasn’t a surprise that Leo Vandred found himself in the capital of The Artist Republic, Penna. Nor did he find it surprising to stand before the Grand Council of The Scholars headed by the Dean himself. Leo was an apathetic young man clad in uniform armor whom could fend well for himself even for his short size, however politics were never his strong suit as the subtle symbolisms and double meanings always fustrated him.

The Dean- Leo are you listening to me?

Leo- Oh sorry sir I was distracted by the column’s artwork.¨[An obvious lie]¨ Can you repeat that Great Dean?¨

The Dean- ¨Sigh, What I was saying you been selected for a task of national integrity based on your military performance.¨

Leo- ¨What task are you planning now? I’m done carrying out undercover stings on inkmen.

The Dean- ¨We actually have a more important role for you. You are going to be The Republic’s first delegation since much of the waters are too uncharted for us to ride on, in other words your going to a scout with the power of executive decision making.¨

Leo was floored he had just been asked to be pretty much an all in one officer, political leader, and explorer.

Leo- ¨That’s too much I’m no negotiator and I jus-¨

The Dean- ¨You are well qualified, we needed someone who can adapt well to new environments. Who can do better than our top undercover works officer? If you accept you’ll be a national hero, gain an instant free ride to any school of your choice and be exempt of property income tax.¨

Leo liked the sound of that deal and raised his hand to barter

Leo- ¨I will accept if I get a recent model car.¨

Chuckles erupted from half the council.

The Dean- ¨You may receive one. Your ship will leave tomorrow and don’t forget to bring an official mapman along. You may leave the council now.¨

Leo was still in shock as his ship left port the next day, while he watched the cultural city of Penna, his home town, slip slowly away he never realized how much he loved his country before, even through his neutral apathetic attitude towards life, with tears filling his eyes feeling he may never see home again he turns to the captain and says

Leo- ¨Full steam ahead! Don’t you stop til we hear the rocks on the hull!¨
and carried off to sea towards a world of wonder and mystery with a tad bit of fear in his heart.

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“Mr. Tinian?”

Gollifray’s Undersecretary of Defense looked up from his book. He had been walking to a very important meeting with the Cennov Civilians’ Militia, and reading The Art of War on the way.

“Yes?” he inquired, slightly annoyed at having to stop reading his book.

“There is an unidentified seacraft entering our waters, from the east.”

“What?” Tinian now devoted his full attention to the newsbearer. Was an invasion imminent?! “How many ships?”

“Just one sir, and it doesn’t appear too heavily armed. It does seem to be deviating from all international water routes, however.”

“Well I figured that, no eastern international routes pass through our jurisdiction!” Tinian was both worried about the possibility of war, and at the same time excited to see if his training programs had paid off. “Notify the militia in the nearby area to be on yellow alert. If things go south, I want them placed on red alert, and the rest of the country on yellow. Get me three small ships, now!”

An hour later, Tinian clambered upon a small speedboat with a bullhorn in his hands. He was accompanied by three armed men. Behind trailed two other speed boats, each carrying four more men. The undersecretary felt his belt for a pistol, to reassure himself. He hoped this didn’t go south…

Out in the distance, the ship was visible, steaming towards the country. A steam ship, Tinian thought to himself, that’s not too bad.

The motors roared to life, and the three boats ventured out onto the water. Tinian stood by the bow, feeling the sea spray whip his face. As they approached the ship, the undersecretary noticed a black, red, and yellow flag flying from the mast. Once they were within reach, he turned on his bullhorn and shouted:

“Hallo! Hallo! You are within waters which fall under the jurisdiction of the Most Serene Republic of Gollifray! We ask you to identify yourselves immediately and state your business. If you do not do so, we ask you to please reverse your engines and leave our waters at once. If you fail to do either of those, we will have no choice but to consider you a threat!” Tinian put down the bullhorn now, and waited for a response.

3

The sea was a welcoming place for Leo the sun was steady the steam made fun shapes to guess from and the wind was gentle life could not be better for a soilder.

Leo sat on the rail with his mandatory sketch book and began to draw the birds in the sky and suddenly a loud statically ¨Hallo Hallo¨ startled Leo and ruined his drawing he was working on for hours Leo grunts and complains under his breath

¨Who the hell says Hallo?! Wait…¨ Leo looks up to the captain ¨Stop the ship! Don’t you hear that!¨

The captain was confused in his remark and questions Leo’s leadership.

¨You mean the parrot on my shoulder? He always says Hallo. Plus you said don’t stop til my baby feels rocks between her toes. ¨

Leo was annoyed.

¨It was a figure o- JUST STOP THE DAMN BOAT!¨

The captain obeyed and swung a few levers and a PSSSSST let out of the second billow and the steam boat came to a halt. The mapmaker fell to the floor exhausted from charting waters the whole trip.

Leo ran across the ship and yelled over the rail

¨We comply! We comply! We are from The Democratic States of The Artist Republic and we seek international reconition and relations!¨

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FFG-167 SHS Central - Routine Patrol Route.

Captain Juhmo was always bored by the ‘Routine Patrol Routs’ - Fleet’s excuse for ‘go out and entertain yourselfs for 3-4 weeks’, which mainly consisted of drills, going in circles, and more drills. He was almost asleep at the helm when the radar officer spoke.

“Sir! Radar contact, Bearing 0-1-0. 16 clicks out!”

“What do we got?” Excited for some action, the captian moved over to the radar officers screen; 3 smaller ships moving around a much larger one.

“Piracy? How did we not see them into 16 clicks out?”

“The location does not make sense; this is far from any shipping routes. They’re close enough to land that the natural terrain was hiding the radar signature.”

“Any information on the locals?”

“None, nothing of note. I don’t even think they have a stable government, sir.”

“Very well, lay in a intercept course and get the helo up. Sound piracy alarm. Transmit our situation to CENTCOM.”

The ship sprang to life at the piracy alarm, with several combat teams assembling in quarters as the ship made a wide turn towards the fray.

[hr]

“3 fast movers, 1 larger ship, appears lightly armed if at all. Fast movers have multiple armed on each.”

“Roger that, go in for a closer look then back off.”

“On it”

The helicopter made a turn, flying low over the bow of the larger ship at only about 50-100 feet, “NAVY” markings on the tailroter frame in an attempt to discover the intentions and information on all 3 ships.

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Tinian heard the response, and his mind worked fast. He had heard of the Artist Republic, they had just revealed themselves through a television broadcast. And now, here they were, steaming up to the coast of Gollifray. He weighed the risks:

As far he was able to tell, this was the only seacraft that had been sent over. With its steam-age technology, it didn’t seem to pose much of a threat. Even if the ship opened fire, it didn’t seem to be able to do much damage before it would be neutralized. Harmless enough, Tinian decided. He turned on the bullhorn again.

“If you seek relations with our country, you are welcome here. I will personally escort you to the capital city, so you may negotiate with the president. Follow our boats, Cennov is a little more to the west, on the southern side of our island.” He sat down, and spoke to the boat’s driver, “Take us the Cennov harbor, please.”

As he uttered these words, though, a helicopter came flying in above the steamship.

“Bloody hell!” Tinian exclaimed, “Where did that come from?!”

At first, he assumed it belonged in the same party with the ship. He rationalized, however, that a nation that could construct a helicopter would not send a steamboat on a journey across the Keigan Sea. As he watched it circle overhead, he noticed the word “NAVY” printed on the copter’s tail.

“That’s not ours, is it?” he asked. The two soldiers shrugged. “I didn’t ask for a chopper!” He turned on the bullhorn again, in some hope of being heard over the roar of the spinning blades, and hollered at the helicopter, “Who goes there? Identify yourself!”

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"Sir. should we move the boat about ? " The captain asked.

Leo ran up to the stern and swatted the captain’s hand away frorm the motion lever.

“Hold the spot we’re out gunned and frankly our boat sucks. That aircraft is not going to let anyone pass right now. Let our new company handle the talks they seem to know more than we do.”

Leo wakes up the Mapmaker in fear of looking weak.

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Tiger 4 had no chance of hearing the fast boat’s light bullhorn. The whine of its twin engines was soon accompanied by the high-pitched scream as the flight engineer brought an LRAD online out the port hatch. A grey-clad BGP marine sniper gave security. The helicopter made a pair of orbits before the LRAD gave way to its own loudspeaker.

“This is a SHACOG naval helicopter attached to the joint anti-piracy taskforce. You are so ordered to cut your engines and prepare for boarding. Repeat, cut engines and prepare for boarding.”

The thrumming of a second helicopter could be heard, this one a gunship with NGP roundel.

The SHACOG engineer reengaged the LRAD as both aircraft awaited the boarding party and a response.

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“Anti-piracy!” Tinian was infuriated, “They dare to call us pirates when we’re acting in the name of national security?! Why, I ought to-”

“Sir,” one of the militiamen took the undersecretary by the arm, “perhaps it’s best to just comply, and avoid conflict?”

Tinian continued to seethe, but he realized that the man was right. “Fine, we’ll allow ourselves to be boarded. But this is a violation of our sovereignty. Believe me, someone’s going to hear about this!” He called to the other boats, yelling to be heard over the helicopters, “Put your guns down. Heave to, cut your engines, and allow yourself to be boarded!” As the commands were carried out, Tinian kept sulking silently as he watched the helicopters draw closer.

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“Let’s do it” The sergeant sent a nod to the crane operator, whod ropped the RHIB into the sea and it sped off towards one of three boats; this one containing the “leader”, two other RHIB’s would head towards the other vessels.

“Weapons hot, stay frosty!” shouted the Sergeant over the roar of helicopter blades and engines from all 5 different ships. He played with his MXM 6.5mm Assault Rifle for a bit before reaching firing range of the vessel.

“Keep your aim solid, prepare for boarding!” he exclaimed to the 5 other troops in the vessel.

They came along side of the speedboat, being shook by the 4-5 foot chop that the Central was now creating as it entered the area; towering over the steam ship and the speedboats.

“Hands! Show us your hands!” The soldiers aimed alongside the small vessel.

[hr]

“Tiger 2, entering drop position”

Matthews signalled for the fastropes to be deployed, and they fell off botth sides of the chopper onto the deck of the stationary steamship. “Go Go Go!” The British Grand Pacifican sniper was first, sarcastically saying “Tally-Ho” before jumping onto the rope, reaching the deck in seconds. The other gunner jumped on the other rope at the same time, to which Matthews followed and landed in the deck last.

The three men stared at the stunned crew, weapons at the ready but not aimed, He sent a thumbs up to the cockpit and the helicopter ditched the fast ropes and moved off into a holding pattern.

“Take us to your Captain, please.”

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Tinian raised his hands, and looked behind him to make sure the other eleven men complied. They did, and he was relieved. He didn’t need this breaking into a firefight.

“What’s the big idea?” he yelled, keeping his hands above his head. “These are our national waters, you have no right to interfere here!” Tinian watched as the RHIB pulled up beside the speedboat. He tried to explain to the soldiers who boarded, “We are acting in the interest of our country’s security, and the steamship only seeks contact with us. As Undersecretary of Defense, I demand you to intervene no further with this situation.”

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Leo looked steady at the well prepared crew and admired thier professionalism. The Mapman was the unfortunate soul that stayed on the main deck and fainted after the unit spoke.

Leo sighed and jumped from the stern and walked over to the swat like team and raised his hands in gesture.

¨Hello I’m Leo Vandred, Acting Delegate of The Democratic States of The Artist Republic. I’m the lead officer of this mission.

Leo extended his hand for a handshake.

¨It seems there’s a misunderstanding these boats aren’t looting me or anything.¨

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“Yeah, Yeah, and I’m the president of Choochooistan.” He let off a sarcastic chuckle while boarding the boat with his men, proceeding to detain the occupants and take them back to the ship, the process being repeated on the other 3 small boats.

[hr]

Lt. Matthews accepted the handshake, looking around somewhat confused.

“This ship seems a bit…old?”

[hr]

Captain Juhmo observed the ‘anti piracy’ operation infront of him; the Greenock Class frigate had now come to a stop in the fray about 100 yards from the other ships.

“Still no I.D on the civillian ship?”

“Negative, sir.”

“I don’t like this, wheres the nearest assistance?”

“FLEETCOM informs us a British Grand Pacifican destroyer, the Port Astor, is enroute and will be on scene to assist within 30 minutes, The destroyers helicopters are in range now.”

“Very well, have the Anti-Piracy teams detain all combatants, bring the leader to me in Interrogation Block 1.”

“Aye Aye, sir.”

“And, keep a eye on radar for any unexpected company. I don’t like this.”

With that, he walked off the bridge to make his way to the interrogation room.

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President Darrence was busy debating a piece of legislation. This bill was seeking to outlaw wind farms in rural areas, in protection of the area’s beauty.

“Well, I don’t think they look that bad…” he mused aloud, "and it’s for a good cause. " and he stamped the bill with a big red VETO. “I might even put one up in my backyard as an example.”

As he moved on to the next piece of legislation, he heard a knock on his office door.

“Come in!” he called.

As the person entered, it was a woman dressed in uniform. It was one of the Gollifray Defenders, the country’s militia.

“Good day, soldier,” Darrence gave a quick salute, “What’s going on?”

“Mr. President,” she spoke with dread, “we have a situation off of the east coast.”

Tinian sat in the interrogation block, his fingers tapping angrily on the table. “Unbelievable,” he grumbled, “An absolute outrage, an affront against our country…”

He continued in this way until he heard the door open. Captain Juhmo entered the room, and the door locked shut behind him.

“I want to be let out of here!” Tinian exclaimed as the captain sat himself down, not giving the man a chance to speak. “This is outrageous. I am an appointed official of the Most Serene Republic of Gollifray, and you claim me and my men to be pirates! I will not stand to be treated in this way. I demand all twelve of us to be released, along with the steamboat from the Artist Republic, so we may proceed with our business.”

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Leo seemed a bit blushed. He Kicked the mapman awake.

“Well it’s charming, it actually runs on ocean water and compressed gasses so I was told by the engineer below deck.”

Suddenly a hatch opened behind Leo “Hey why’d we stopped? It’s getting cool down here.”

Leo looked back “Speaking of the devil. Just get on deck we’re in quite an ordeal.”

Leo heard shouting from the speedboat and saw the Gollifray
leader being handcuffed and carried off to the next boat. “What are you guys going. to do them? They commited no crimes to this vessel.” Leo started to speak more seriously.

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The grey sniper turned to the men on the steamboat.

“My name is Master Sergeant Randall Gordon, Grand Pacific Marines. This area is a known route for piracy and sav-leaf runners. If this is indeed a misunderstanding then a nice chat with the captain will sort it out. Until such time, please refrain from moving about the vessel unless it is an emergency.”

[Edit] corrected the autocorrect

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¨Alright Mr. Gordon we’ll comply, but please relay we wish for the captain’s visit in urgency.¨ Leo sat impatiently on the rail.

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The Captain sat down at the table, kicking up his feet onto the table with his tail flattering behind him (He’s Vulpine), a Human aid entered behind him, giving him a sheet of paper that he read over silently before speaking.

"So you claim to be ‘Undersecretary of Defense’ of a nation called ‘Gollifray’?..He would butcher the pronounciation, apparently not having heard of it before.

“This keeps getting better and better”.

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President Darrence was holding a telephone in one hand. Sitting at his desk, he rested his forehead on his other hand, trying to straighten out what was going on.

“Do you see anything that could be used to identify the boats, or the helicopters? A flag, a name, anything?” He listened, then suddenly started up.

“SHACOG? That’s the South Hills.” Darrence stood up and walked over to a large map hanging on the wall of his office. He searched it until he found the South Hills. “Thank you very much, citizen.” He listened as the Defender asked a question.

“No, do not send any more boats out! I repeat, do not send any more boats out! In the present situation, sending more men will only make matters worse. The South Hills government is reasonable and not violent. I believe this is simply a misunderstanding.” Darrence returned to his desk, listening to the next question. He didn’t answer right away, and bit his lip as he thought.

“Yes, yes, keep the area’s Defenders on yellow alert. Anything else?” A negative response. “Very well, call me again if there are any developments.” Darrence hung up the phone, then dialed again.

“Undersecretary Franklin? I need you to submit a request for diplomatic contact to be made with SHACOG at once. The matter is urgent, tell President Hunter I need his immediate attention.”

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Tinian was shocked to see that the captain was not human. He had never really gotten a close look before…and he supposed the tail had been obscured. While he had heard of creatures like this, he had never actually encountered one…and he didn’t take to it very well. Tinian shook off his surprise, however, and leaned forward, inhaling deeply.

“Yes, in case you were not aware, you happen to be trespassing on the waters of the Most Serene Republic of Gollifray. We may be a young nation, but so help me if you piss us off, you’ll have over ten million armed civilians to deal with. And so far, you’ve done a good job trying to piss us off. You kidnapped me, an appointed member of the civil service, on official duty!” He leaned back now, and stared into the captain’s eyes, trying to ignore the fur that surrounded them. “Release me and my men immediately,” he repeated.

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“Who the hell is this again?” Mr. Hunter looked around the room, before re-focusing his attention to the television.

“…Multiple sources have confirmed the engagement of multiple armed fast moving boats in the Keigan Sea earlier today by South Hills and British Grand Pacifican naval forces. Both the SHACOG Navy and the British Grand Pacifican admiralty have refused to comment…”

“Apparently it’s some new self-declared nation of ‘Gollifray’. Reports indicate we captured there ‘Undersecretary of Defense’”

“So do we know if its actually piracy or are they just being idiots with speedboats?”

“Not yet, sir.”

'Oh the joy, I’ll be off the be–…" He was interrupted by his secretary entering the room.

“Someones on the line, claims to the “President” of ‘Gollifray’”

“Oh, thisl be fun.” He moved over to the phone, picking it up with a sigh.

“Hi.”

[hr]

“Uhhmmmm, Riiiight.” The Captain looked skeptical, obviously not having heard of the guy or his country. The same human aid returned, whispering something into his ear.

“Ask them to send there captain over, I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of this”. He looked outside the window, now seeing the large Port Sovereign Destroyer in view.