The East PacificBoard

Fourth day, 6:20 AM

As she makes coffee with her... coffee maker, her phone rings, it's Kovac calling her, so she answers. - "Good morning." - Her tone is a bit tired.

- "Good morning, Popov." - Greeted Kovac on his phone. - "Today I have some great news." - He said, sounding like he said it proudly.

- "Do I get my salary?" - Miladena immediately assumed, desperate to get payed after she almost got abducted yesterday.

- "You sure are a desperate woman." - Said Kovac. - "Yes, you are getting a salary today. Just don't question about your salary too much next time, or they'll call you a greedy capitalist pig." - Responded Kovac, giving Miladena a warning.

- "Sir, I only asked once today, but thank you anyways." - Said Miladena, finishing her coffee and taking a sip so she doesn't fall asleep again. She then goes to the living room, where there is a television.

- "Yeah, I'm kidding." - Claimed Kovac, before being serious. - "Seriously though, there's another thing I want to tell you. Today you get a break, however, tomorrow you'll go uncovering the stories of family reunion in the libera- uh, annexed lands." -

- "That's... something and all, but it's not wrong to call the areas "Liberated Lands", they are ethnic majorities of us anyway." - Miladena turns on the flatscreen TV, which is of course 'smart technology' as well, she switches to the Gradvest News channel to see what Kovac told people to broadcast. - "By the way, I'm having a little fun on watching the channel of your studios, Kovac." - She smiles.

- "Well, thanks for watching!" - He imitates an internet video channel owner's voice. - "That is all I'm going to say, make sure to come today at twelve PM to receive your salary." - Says Kovac.

- "Goodbye." -

- "Bye!" - Kovac hangs up.

Miladena sighs, sure, she gets a break today, but does she want to drive far away again with her car? Well, her job is journalism, so that is pretty fine. The channel she's watching finishes broadcasting the footage of the interview she captured, only for it to start broadcasting a humanitarian crisis in mainland Kurikia that makes the one in Spokoyreka look like a baby's first steps, meaning it is a lot worse. - "Poor bastards." - She said to herself, commenting the situation in Kurikia, she lives in a horrid planet, but that's how it is.

10 minutes after the Kurikian crisis and interview broadcasts, it switches to a Gorbastani state-owned company building a factory with a naval port inside Sminishia, and then a parade being planned in Novvy Sotsialny' Gorod, both civilian and military. With the civilian one resembling celebrations of families and ethnic brothers and sisters reunifying with them, while the military one resembling victory over the war. Miladena hopes those people don't glorify war in general, cause if so, she will be pissed off.

Novvy Sotsialny' Gorod. 11:00 AM

In the streets of the capital and largest city of Sminishia, a celebration is already going on. Dozens of bars are filled with cheers and singings while vodka bottles clash, barbeques being set up in house backyards, people waving the flags of the country, and even civilian parades in some streets. They know they are 4 days late to celebrate, but it's better late than never to express happiness. Not all people are celebrating though, as families mourn and express their sadness on their relatives who joined the military and died fighting to serve the country, some wives of dead soldiers even started crying.

Military parade.

The Sminishian military, after civilians were finished from doing festive parades, now march on the streets. With the first line being old models of the Sminishian People's Army, which were brown and white uniforms of soldiers holding old submachine guns and AK rifles while tanks with thin armor were rolling. They have a marching band behind them, so it makes music for the soldiers to gladly march. After lines from older to newer models, a line of completely modern models march, with combat vests, assault rifles and even thick armored tanks with computing systems march on the streets.

After all the parades, some people nationwide in Sminishia offered welfare and jobs for ones who live in the so-called "Liberated Lands", even offering them equal and fair payment. People even give speeches about why war should not be glorified, showing footage of war torn cities and refugees flocking to other areas.

Gorbastan
Merlovich
Aivintis
Zukchiva
Kampf Empire
Belekria/Kurikia

Undisclosed Location

The underground tavern was brimming to life with opposition militia men, which if were not careful, would find themselves six foot in the ground with dirt being shoveled on top of them. Each and every one of them came to this hole-in-the-wall joint for a reason: to celebrate. Sitting on a barstool closest to a fourty-inch flatscreen, which played the morning news, sat Antonius Kosloski, the one who will be responsible for all of this. He looked down at the mug of whiskey he was drinking from. Who knows, this may be his last one if he doesn't play his cards right. In his pocket, he fumbled with a small keypad. He fished it out and examined it. It was a grey phone from the early 2000's, where the only thing on it was a number pad, a small screen and a power button. Antonius took a swig of his whiskey and stood with the mug and phone in both hands.

He tapped the phone against the glass and the room fell silent. All eyes were fixed on him. "You all know why we're here," he started. "We've been fighting for change for the past two months and it hasn't gotten us anywhere. It's time we let the feds know we want reform." Antonius raised his glass. "This is a risky move, and it will most likely get us killed, but at least the future generations may thank us if we're successful. A toast to the Organization."

The men raised their glasses. "To the Organization!" Antonius smirked and turned and looked towards the TV. Everyone was fixed to the TV and was riddled with excitement. Antonius looked down at the phone. Once he pushes in the number, there's no going back. He took a deep breath.

47201

He lowered the phone and waited. Two minutes later, the news switched to a view of Melilyna City, a sprawling slum city on the southern coast, with a huge plume of smoke rising from the street. "Breaking news on the southern coast, we had just received reports on a massive detonation in Melilnya City..." The news report was drowned out from the cheers and hoops of the men behind him. Now that he's in the moment, he didn't understand it. Why is this necessary? Why is he the one doing it? He took a peek over his shoulder. Over sixty men were crammed in the small bar, all cheering, singing and taking celebratory shots. It was a sick sight.

Though he dreaded the thought of continuing, it had to be done. He looked down at the phone.

39168

Antonius looked at the TV. In an instant, a blinding flash appeared for half a second and was hidden by a white ball of air. It expanded outwards, revealing a large and intimidating black plume of smoke and ash that rose well over a hundred feet. The men in the bar got louder. Antonius' head began to ache. He took a final swig of his whiskey and left the bar. It was a sick act of terrorism that he didn't condone. But he was only doing his job. If he hadn't of took up the opportunity, he knew someone would just replace him and detonate those cobalt bombs.

He was only taking orders.

Office of Mateusz Tkaczyk, Tylissellium Bay

The red phone practically rang straight off the hook. Today wasn't the day for Mateusz. Papers were being stacked at ceiling height, his schedule was overbooked and Congress had cursed him for intervening in the Levantine war. He was on the verge of a mental snap. He threw his pen down and picked up the phone. "Mateusz. You better have a damn good story for blowing up this phone." A panicked voice came from over the phone. "Mr. Tkaczyk, it's important, th-"

"What, the Western Territory is having riots again?" Mateusz retorted. The panicked voice picked up again. "No sir, it's-"

"Have the universities found another 'breakthrough' in technology?"

"Goddamnit Mateusz, listen to me for Christ's sake!" Mateusz fell silent. He was actually intrigued. "Go on."

"Two bombs were detonated over a slum city. Ankobrystan is under attack."

The silence in Mateusz's office was deafening.

Breaking News: Two bombs detonated over Melilnya City

Around 9:00 this morning, two massive bombs were detonated in the streets of Melilnya City, a large slum city on the southern coast. No deaths or injuries were reported just yet, however that will remain imminent. At 9:32, Mateusz Tkaczyk declared his remorse for the city and has stated that, "No further actions like this will be tolerated by the First Order and will be punishable by death." Tkaczyk said that police and National Guard will be permitted to detain suspicious individuals for interrogation. He also announced that an international summit he had planned will be postponed until the situation dies down. He expresses his sorry to the diplomats and leaders that have taken the time to put aside some time towards the summit.