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  1. Replies: @Schulmanator: Thank you my friend! @Mama Luigi: Thank you very much Charles! @RepublicMaster: Thank you Will! @111222333444: Lol, thanks Carl! @dubaidude303: Thank you! I appreciate your dedication to this CJ @ggamgus: Thanks for the tips Emir! If you think it looks like the Greater L.A though, I've achieved what I was going for. I wanted to give it kind of a financial-commercial center look. You'll see plenty of mosques in the rural regions though (I'll make sure to include one somewhere in Kabul lol). @Hazani Pratama: Thanks man! @ThomasSimpson: Thanks for the kind words Thomas! @TekindusT: Lol, thanks Daniel! @Forthwall: Thanks Shub. We'll have to see about that New Holland building. It may undergo foreclosure... @Hellken: Enjoy, and thank you! (: Quick Note: Hello everyone! I see it has been almost two months since my last update (which was on AFD). I seem to sadly be closing this CJ , but I hope you've enjoyed Atlantsia as much as I have. It has been full of twists and turns, and I don't think I could have ever imagined it becoming the CJ it is today without the support of the viewers. So thank you once again. Of course, the closing of one book is the opening of another. I hope you'll join me again this summer as I attempt to recreate the great Hellenic Republic (Greece). For now though, enjoy the last set of Atlantsia updates. You may remember the Unsung War series that was going on earlier. Here is the closing! Sector 5 of the Atlantsian Military Intelligence (AMI) handles all reconnaissance operations for the Atlantsia. The airbase that serves as AMIS5’s HQ is hidden deep within the Atlantsian desert, and is protected by several levels of security fencing. Of course, the fencing is just for formality. If one wanted to traverse within a 5-mile radius of the facility, one must go undetected by radar, thermal scanners, infrared night vision equipped drones, and of course security guards. Only top-level military personnel are granted access into the base. It made America’s Area 51 look like a public park. It is here that the Atlantsian Ambassador to Afghanistan, Khalil Shinwari, found himself seated in a Black Cadillac Escalade waiting access through the AMIS5 HQ gate. Apparently there was some sort of breakthrough with the Rodina Terrorist Attack Case, and it involved him. The SUV was cleared through security. It had been a four hour drive through the heart of the Atlantsian desert to get here, and Khalil was worn out. He sort of stumbled out of the passenger seat onto the hot pavement of the airbase. A young man, probably still in his teens, dressed in a black suit wearing aviator glasses came to greet him. “Welcome to the hell on Earth Mr. Shinwari! I am Haresh. Follow me; I’ll introduce you to Satan himself…” Khalil squinted as the sun came out from behind the clouds. “Where do they get these people?” he wondered. He followed Haresh through the lobby and then into the elevator. Haresh swiped his card through a small slot on the side of the elevator. There were no buttons or dials. Clearly they didn’t want you to know what floor you were going to. Khalil judged however by the twenty seconds he spent in the elevator before the doors opened, accompanied by the lack of windows on the floor they arrived at, that the elevator had in fact taken them deep underground. Haresh read the expression on his face. “The building is just for looks. You surely wouldn’t think we’d store our data in such a vulnerable location?” Khalil simply smiled. That’s what the Emir had told him to do during their earlier discussion. “Vulnerable location my ass.”, he mumbled under his breath. This time a larger man, perhaps in his thirties, came and introduced himself to Khalil. Khalil judged by the desert camouflage uniform, along with the numerous medals and patches that were on it, that the man was probably a very high ranking officer. “Pleasure to meet you Ambassador. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m General Ramid. I will get to the point quickly as your flight leaves at eleven.” Khalil looked at him in confusion. Ramid lauged, “Surely you knew they were sending you back to Afghanistan.” This shocked Khalil. He had only arrived in Atlantsia a few days ago after receiving a telegram from the Emir. He guided Haresh and Khalil over to a small room that looked like a control center. A large screen at the center displayed projected images. There were about forty small desks lined up in rows facing the screen, all filled with military officials. Khalil assumed he wasn’t the only one being briefed. Ramid waved his hands, and the lights dimmed. An image displayed on the screen. “As you know the Rodina Tower was attacked last November.” Ramid said. “Atlantsia was framed and originally suspected of the attack by Hiigara, but as you all know, we were able to trace the culprits to Afghanistan. We believe they are currently funding themselves through illegal opium trading. Here we have images captured by recon aircraft in the Afghanistan desert. We believe that the two men in the pink keffiyehs are the leaders of the groups, but we are unconcerned with the camel-riders. The men near the automobiles are who we believe were responsible.” The next photo was clearer. Ramid continued with the briefing, stating how they were able to track down the men through Kabul to a compound located about thirty miles from the Atlantsian-Afghanistan embassy. Khalil realized this would be an ideal location for the attackers since it would allow the group to intercept Atlantsian military messages. Ramid glanced at Khalil midway through the presentation. “This is where you come in Ambassador Shinwari. You’ll be sent to the Kabul embassy an undesignated amount of time prior to the planned seizure. Familiarize yourself with the location near the compound. You’ll be expected to guide the team to the compound when we order you to. The embassy will have further instructions. You’ll be departing shortly from Badi al Zaman International to Kabul. Haresh will take care of you from here.” Haresh, the kind gentlemen that he was, carried the duffel bags filled with belongings that Khalil had quickly packed through Badi al Zaman’s airport terminal. This would perhaps be the last time he would be on familiar soil for another month, which is how long he estimated the operation to be. He had only recently returned from the embassy, and he wasn’t quite ready to go back yet. Haresh seemed to understand his concern. He smiled at Khalil and asked if he had a family. Khalil told him he did, and that they were back in Masel. He noted that Haresh looked almost like a teenager without the aviator glasses he was wearing earlier. He felt sorry for the young man. The plane was delayed almost an hour at the gate. Flights to Afghanistan often were due to the security threat. The plane was heavily filled with passengers, but luckily Haresh and Khalil were booked business class seats. The flight was hazy for Khalil. Previously, when he had been stationed at the embassy, he spent most of his time in the security of the Atlantsian embassy, running messages and forms to the US embassy. Now he would have to venture out into the heart of Kabul to familiarize himself with the city before the attack team arrived. It had all been rushed, and he hadn’t had much time to think about what was actually happening. The plane landed in Kabul an hour or so after midnight. “Welcome to Kabul International Airport.”, said a stewardess over the intercom, “The time is 1:32 AM, and the weather is partly cloudy. We hope you enjoyed the flight, and will be flying with us at Emirates again soon.” Khalil glanced out the window. In the distance he could make out the silhouette of the towering Hindu Kush mountains. The city seemed to be tucked away from the rest of the world, void of all that was familiar. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ That's all for now folks. I'll see you again soon! (Definitely not in two months this time, it's summer!)
  2. The Unsung War Pt.2 - How Could They?

    Replies: @dubaidude303: IKR?! @wcraig: Yup, you got it Will. Lol @Hazani Pratama: Good Observation! @Hiigarar: Lol Cons. @Mastof: Shub, maybe you could send me nukes over the black market... =D @Schulmanator: Thanks! @Luiz P. Romanini: Yup, that's correct! @Hellken: Yes! Exactly! @lovemax:ttttthhhhhaaaaannnnnkkkkksssss ;D @Altec: Altec man, you gotta get on the AIN forums so we can get Hoshisora involved lol. @Geometry345: Something of that matter lol @NMUSpidey: Lol. Yes, I blame Lisa. Thanks Spidey! @SimCoug: Thank yoU! @westy177: True, they don't. Unless there's 500 gallons of jetfuel within . Thanks for commenting James! Quick Note: Yup, it's story time! This may be a difficult read formatting-wise as I had some formatting errors transferring the storyline from notepad to here. Bear with me please. As for roleplay (@AINmembersonly), you may only roleplay based off of the text in Blue. These are public/international announcements or things that the general media has reported. The rest is behind the scenes or irrelevant due to roleplay. It's recommended by me personally to read the entire story to get a real feel for what's going on. Without fully reading, you may not understand what the roleplay text is either, although I have tried hard to keep the roleplay text independently understandable. Either way, enjoy! I also realize this is a bit late, since it is now November 24, 2012, we'll assume Atlantsia hasn't uncovered any significant evidence on the pilots yet. Also, make sure to look at the TIME ZONES as these are important. The timezone of the CNN report of the Attack is GMT+3, not GMT+4, , but just keep in mind that this update is all that happened, AFTER the attack. Yes I know there's no palm trees in Ukraine. I screwed up the first picture rather badly as it was originally supposed to be Jordan, but I realized that didn't make sense. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ "78, 79, 80!" Dariya said with joy as she finished beating the eggs. Her husband, Andriy, would be home tonight, for the first time after his last 7 months of active military duty. His flight from Jordan was supposed to have arrived 30 minutes ago, so she assumed he was well on his way to the house. She had prepared a special dinner for this occasion, rice, various curries, and an array of different spices were strewn across the dining table. She poured the beaten eggs into the frying pan to make the omelet, the final part of the dinner. Then, all she had to do was wait, and then embrace. He would be here any minute. Dariya decided to turn on the television while she cooked the omelet.A movie came up, and she hummed a song which had been stuck in her head all day as she poured the fried meal into a plate. Suddenly the movie abruptly stopped, and the screen went momentarily black. At the sudden halt of the audio, she glanced up at the screen. When the channel came back, there was a video of a building engulfed in smoke. "Oh my God." she gasped. She watched the television in absolute disbelief while the plate with the omelets shattered on the floor. "Alright, tell me everything you saw, nothing left out, and the whole truth to the fullest of your extent right now!" commanded First Lieutenant Sergey Zavrazhnov. A young well groomed man in his mid-thirties sat across from Sergey in the interrogation chamber of the Nogovicka Police Department's headquarters. The man had long brown hair and a sharp face, which would make him otherwise seem completely confident if he were in the general public. Here however, he couldn't have looked more terrified. "I saw..a..plane hit the Rodina Tower." he croaked. Sergey glared at the man. He decided it was best to be patient with this civilian, who had probably just witnessed more than his evening stroll could tolerate. "Where are my manners, I'm sorry, what's your name son?" he asked. "Ivan" the man replied. "Alright Ivan, now, you tell me what happened to the best you can. Here, I'll start us off. What were the colors of the plane?" "I...I...I think it was...white...yeah white with some green." "That narrows it down to about 50 airliners. Can't you be more specific?" "I'm not very knowledgeable of planes sir. It was moving fast too...I don't know." "We asked for all eyewitnesses to come up, but you can't even tell me what the ******* plane looked like?!" Sergey cried in frustration. His attempt at patience had diminished rather quickly. There was a knock at the room door. Sergey opened it. A middle aged man stepped through. This man's hair was clearly graying, yet he seemed nonetheless energetic. "What is it now Alexei?"Sergey demanded. "You may want to see this sir." Alexei stated, and he motioned for the Lieutenant to follow. Once they got to the parking garage, Alexei opened the door of the SUV for Sergey, and told him to get in. He then drove the Lieutenant to Rodina Tower, well, at least what remained. The building had collapsed only half an hour ago, and firecrews were still frantically attempting to put out the flames. Smoke consumed the tower from all directions. Alexei parked the SUV near what was once the West entrance to the tower. Sergey followed Alexei as he walked through the debris towards the collapsed building. About ten meters from the base of the building, Alexei knelt down and pointed. Sergey moved over for a closer look. What lay before him was a broken piece of metal, seemingly once a light green, yet now lay torn and burnt badly to a dark emerald color. This was none other than the winglet of a Boeing 737-800W. The words on the side of the piece were still legible. "flyatlantair.com" "Those *******!" Sergey yelled. Atlantsian Emir Durjah's suburban beachside villa was quite the spot to spend a relaxing late night at. The bright city lights of Masel did not reach this getaway, and so the stars shone brightly in the sky. Yet it wasn't long before Alai sensed something wrong. He had gone about twenty minutes without spotting one airliner pass by above him in the night sky. Why weren't there any planes in the sky tonight? He was sure that the air traffic from Masel International would at least give way to at least a few jet streams high above him. Ever since he could remember, jet streams often obstructed a full view of the stars in the night sky whenever he was out like this. The runway often used for departing aircraft from Masel International was pointed in this direction. In the distance, he heard sirens wail softly. The sound grew gradually louder. "****, they're heading towards me. One day of vacation, and this is what I get." he thought. As he had predicted, the sirens gave way to a limo escort and two police cars, which parked in his front yard. A tall man in a black suit sprinted towards him. "Raj! How are you?" Alai said once the man had reached him. "I'm fine Emir Durjah, but I need you to come with me right now. It's urgent." Raj panted. Alai looked curiously at the official he had appointed to attend to his matters while he was away. The man's hair was unkempt, and his clothes weren't uniformly put on, as if he had been in a severe rush to get here. "What happened?"he questioned. "I'll explain on the way, we have your clothes in the back seat, please come now." Raj replied. Alai reluctantly hopped in the limo and changed. Once he was done, he said it was alright for Raj to come in, and they left. "Alright so where are we going and what happened?" "Ministry of Defense and Homeland Security HQ. The Hiigaran Confederacy has accused us of a terror attack. Earlier this morning, a plane crashed into the Rodina Tower, seemingly deliberately. Further investigations revealed supporting evidence that it was an AtlantAir." The Emir looked stunned. This was a lot for a man to take in during a ten second time frame. He assumed that this was the reason there were no planes in the sky. They had been grounded. "If it were an act of terror, wouldn't a civilian have notified us that the plane had been hijacked while it was flying low-altitude before the crash?" "That's the thing! During all the flights of 9/11, four out of four planes had passengers who called the ground to notify them that something was wrong. Flight 93 even went down in Pennsylvania before it reached its destination because the passengers attacked the terrorists. We contacted the IADA a few minutes ago. They said-" "IADA?" the Emir asked puzzled. He had never had to deal with this acronym before. "International Air Defense Administration, it's an airforce team specializing in aircraft tracking during a time when a minor or major mishap occurs during a flight. They said that there were only six AtlantAir flights in the area during the time period of the attack, and pointed out one, Flight 184, a commercial flight which had stopped over in Amman, Jordan to pick up Hiigaran veterans and transport them to Ukraine, experienced a radio communication problem at cruising altitude. They then stated that it had been cleared for a Visual Flight Rule landing in Kiev, Ukraine. The tower at Boryspil Airport in Kiev confirmed it had landed when they saw an airliner's lights on the runway, but that's the problem. The tower had mistook another flight for AtlantAir 184. Aer Lingus Flight 728 to be precise, which can be understood because both airlines have a similiar paint schem and it was a foggy night in Kiev. AtlantAir 184 was still somewhere in the air. 12 minutes later, a plane crashed into the Rodina Tower. AtlantAir 184 was not confirmed to have landed anywhere else. Moreover, an AtlantAir winglet was found in the debris of the collapsed structure. Since no calls were traced from the flight stating something was wrong, it can be correctly assumed that the pilots of the plane were the terrorists. Therein lies your security problem." Emir Durjah took a deep breath. His mind had been forced to comprehend more in the 10 minute car ride than in all of the 16 hours he had spent at the villa earlier that day. He had stayed up late hoping to make the day of break seem longer before he went to sleep, and then had to attend to his duties as Emir only a few hours later. And yet here he was, sleepy and unrested, being told that two AtlantAir pilots had just crashed a plane full of Hiigaran veterans into a Hiigaran tower. He walked up the steps into the ministry with Raj at his side. "This looks horrible. Hiigara is a rival in the oil industry, but we are neutral with them politically. They'll think we did this because of oil!" Alai exclaimed in frustration. "Are you suggesting we lead this attack?" Raj asked quietly in shock. The Emir had just said "we did this" himself. "No, no we didn't do this. I don't know who did. It's as if we're being framed. Wait, did any of the private sectors order this?" "We have no idea who the pilots were sir, nor their motives or assets. Here's another interesting piece of information I just recieved on my phone. Several Hiigaran eyewitnesses claimed to have seen an AtlantAir flying low altitude before the crash, the farthest report being about 150 miles from the tower. It's as if the terrorist masterminds behind this wanted to frame us because this would indicate that the pilots were the terrorists, since no calls were made stating any reports of hijacking." The two marched down the halls of the headquarters. Media was not allowed to enter, and at this time, there weren't any reporters anyway. "What are we here for?" Alai asked. "You're issuing orders, and responding to the accusation." "You sure you have the right information? This is only 52 minutes after the attack. Atlantsia was accused 29 minutes ago, and we took ten minutes to get here. You did all that investigating in 19 minutes?" "That's what you pay us for sir." Alai held the door for Raj as they entered the empty auditorium. A small camera crew were waiting at the base of the stage to take a recording of his speech. Alai straightened his tie and walked up to the podium. Raj took a seat next to the camera crew. "Citizens of Atlantsia, I address you in a time of great confusion. There is strong evidence supporting the accusation by the Hiigaran Confederacy that an AtlantAir flight deliberately crashed into the Rodina Tower. We are aware that the flight was filled with Hiigaran soldiers on a transport route to Ukraine. We were the best commercial airline option for the shipment, and therefore AtlantAir flight 184 continued from Amman, Jordan, where the Hiigaran Military trained desert infantry forces, to Kiev, Ukraine. The flight experienced radio mishaps at cruising altitude, and was assumed to attempt a VFR approach into Kiev. Boryspil International confirmed the flight had landed, but they had mistaken another airline for the flight. We can assume that the radio was turned off by the terrorists before the plane descended into Nogovicka and crashed. We are issuing investigations to uncover who the pilots were, and who the culprit of this horrid incident is. The plane could not have been hijacked by passengers, as no calls of something amiss were recieved by operators on the ground although the plane was reported by eyewitnesses to have flown at low altitude for 150 miles before the crash occured. Technology to deter cellphone calls from inside an airplane at low altitude has not been invented yet. This would lead us to believe the pilots of the plane were the terrorists themselves. We will assume no side on this matter until investigations reveal who those pilots were." _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I don't do a lot of stories as I usually suck at writing, but this is for AIN, so I thought what the heck, why not put it on Simtropolis as well. More to come soon
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