04-20-2020, 02:49 AM
4.19 - Morning
Sascha Hoffman paced in the office of the Xiomeran Ambassador to Shuell, waiting for the man on the other side to pick up the phone. Standing beside him was Onquimac, an older man and the aforementioned Xiomeran Ambassador. Intense debates had raged over multiple private video conferences between the Directorate over the situation abroad, with the final decision being reached just the day before.
"Hello, this is Director Hoffman, of International Affairs? I assume this is General... Xōchhuitl, yes?" He asks, slowly pronouncing the name as he read off an index card.
"The goals of the Incorporated States of Shuell and the Provisional Imperial Government of Xiomera have quite a bit of overlap, as I'm sure you know. Of course, we wouldn't dare publicly condone you, what with every bleeding heart liberal democracy coming out to denounce you - the Directorate had to seize power from the last President of Shuell, so we know how it feels, trust me."
Hoffman pauses, popping a pill into his mouth and taking a quick swig of his hip flask. He looks exhausted, with makeup covering the bags under his eyes.
"While we can't afford to publicly support you, we can send you some aid. We have mercenaries getting ready for a flight to your country, officially to protect corporate interests. They'll be under your government's control when they touch down, and they'll have supplies with them to assist you. If need be, reinforcements can be sent. Obviously, the Incorporated States of Shuell hopes that this little affair will be mutually beneficial, but - all in due time. "
General Xōchhuitl smiled on the other end of the phone. "Indeed, Director Hoffman. We do seem to be likeminded in our goals and our beliefs, so it is well that we stand together. Your mercenaries can be sent to the city of Huitzitaca. From there, we shall deploy them as needed. We will naturally recompensate you for the assistance, once this whole period of transition is over. The next Emperor will be grateful for your help - and I am sure a mutually lucrative bargain can be struck once he takes power."
4.19 - Afternoon
[box]
A public announcement made by the Directorate today formally denounced the recent coup that removed Xiomeran Empress Yauhmi from power and instated the so-called Provisional Imperial Government of Xiomera until a "Great Selection" could be held.
"The Incorporated States of Shuell will not condone this threat to international peace and safety and would be glad to support the Xiomeran government-in-exile if the situation arises. For the time being, we shall provide monetary aid to the relevant officials to ensure a swift return to the status quo."
Shuellian PMC Watchtower Incorporated made a statement shortly thereafter, confirming that the company has been hired out by multiple entities to protect business investments in Xiomera during this tumultuous time.[/box]
A grey transport plane filled to the brim with private military contractors and unmarked containers flies over the sea, having taken off hours earlier. Men of both Shuellian and Iustonian ethnicity dressed in black uniforms sit in rows, chatting with each other and smoking cigarettes as they prepare for their newest assignment in the city of Huitzitaca. A screeching noise emanates from the plane's intercom system before a voice rings out.
"Listen up, ladies. We'll be landing in Xiomeran territory shortly, and I want you all to remember this - once we're on their soil, we follow the orders of the Provisional Government, as ordered by our... generous benefactors. We'll work with them until our contract's up, and then we all can go home - I'd suggest you try to enjoy it while it lasts. With any luck, we'll be back before the holidays with some extra cash in our wallets. Try not to shoot any women or children, got it? It's bad for publicity."
Some of the mercenaries laugh at the final comment. "We'll try our best, boss!" calls out one of them. "Two points if you kill a pregnant one!" shouts another, this one with the tattoo of a chain around both his wrists. As the plane begins to descend, the mercs start to hush up, each of them steeling themselves.
The voice of the Watchtower commander sounds out over the intercom one last time as they touch down. "Gentlemen, welcome to Xiomera."
Sascha Hoffman paced in the office of the Xiomeran Ambassador to Shuell, waiting for the man on the other side to pick up the phone. Standing beside him was Onquimac, an older man and the aforementioned Xiomeran Ambassador. Intense debates had raged over multiple private video conferences between the Directorate over the situation abroad, with the final decision being reached just the day before.
"Hello, this is Director Hoffman, of International Affairs? I assume this is General... Xōchhuitl, yes?" He asks, slowly pronouncing the name as he read off an index card.
"The goals of the Incorporated States of Shuell and the Provisional Imperial Government of Xiomera have quite a bit of overlap, as I'm sure you know. Of course, we wouldn't dare publicly condone you, what with every bleeding heart liberal democracy coming out to denounce you - the Directorate had to seize power from the last President of Shuell, so we know how it feels, trust me."
Hoffman pauses, popping a pill into his mouth and taking a quick swig of his hip flask. He looks exhausted, with makeup covering the bags under his eyes.
"While we can't afford to publicly support you, we can send you some aid. We have mercenaries getting ready for a flight to your country, officially to protect corporate interests. They'll be under your government's control when they touch down, and they'll have supplies with them to assist you. If need be, reinforcements can be sent. Obviously, the Incorporated States of Shuell hopes that this little affair will be mutually beneficial, but - all in due time. "
General Xōchhuitl smiled on the other end of the phone. "Indeed, Director Hoffman. We do seem to be likeminded in our goals and our beliefs, so it is well that we stand together. Your mercenaries can be sent to the city of Huitzitaca. From there, we shall deploy them as needed. We will naturally recompensate you for the assistance, once this whole period of transition is over. The next Emperor will be grateful for your help - and I am sure a mutually lucrative bargain can be struck once he takes power."
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4.19 - Afternoon
[box]
National Shuellian Broadcasting Network
Shuell Denounces Xiomeran Coup
A public announcement made by the Directorate today formally denounced the recent coup that removed Xiomeran Empress Yauhmi from power and instated the so-called Provisional Imperial Government of Xiomera until a "Great Selection" could be held.
"The Incorporated States of Shuell will not condone this threat to international peace and safety and would be glad to support the Xiomeran government-in-exile if the situation arises. For the time being, we shall provide monetary aid to the relevant officials to ensure a swift return to the status quo."
Shuellian PMC Watchtower Incorporated made a statement shortly thereafter, confirming that the company has been hired out by multiple entities to protect business investments in Xiomera during this tumultuous time.[/box]
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4.19 - EveningA grey transport plane filled to the brim with private military contractors and unmarked containers flies over the sea, having taken off hours earlier. Men of both Shuellian and Iustonian ethnicity dressed in black uniforms sit in rows, chatting with each other and smoking cigarettes as they prepare for their newest assignment in the city of Huitzitaca. A screeching noise emanates from the plane's intercom system before a voice rings out.
"Listen up, ladies. We'll be landing in Xiomeran territory shortly, and I want you all to remember this - once we're on their soil, we follow the orders of the Provisional Government, as ordered by our... generous benefactors. We'll work with them until our contract's up, and then we all can go home - I'd suggest you try to enjoy it while it lasts. With any luck, we'll be back before the holidays with some extra cash in our wallets. Try not to shoot any women or children, got it? It's bad for publicity."
Some of the mercenaries laugh at the final comment. "We'll try our best, boss!" calls out one of them. "Two points if you kill a pregnant one!" shouts another, this one with the tattoo of a chain around both his wrists. As the plane begins to descend, the mercs start to hush up, each of them steeling themselves.
The voice of the Watchtower commander sounds out over the intercom one last time as they touch down. "Gentlemen, welcome to Xiomera."
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