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watch dis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLHDHp8OhHc&list=PLv3TTBr1W_9tppikBxAE_G6qjWdBljBHJ&index=8
Looks good for a homepage.
Lotion Empire, Lorigia, and Govornia
The sleek, narrow hull of the destroyer efficiently pierced the calm sea as the ship executed it's 86° turn to starboard, setting a course directly towards Aningem Atron. "Alright, keep it at cruising speed, we don't want to seem too threatening to our new friends" commander Karen softly commanded, clarifying her wish to maintain their 18 knot cruise as she waited for the response from the nation they were heading towards, "Let's just hope they accept our requests" she thought to herself, leaning slightly to the side on her left leg. It took them a few minutes of waiting, but finally Karen's headset came to life again, and the sound of the Aningem Atron Private chimed through. Karen allowed herself to smile as he began to speak, but her expression soon changed to one of confusion as the man asked for confirmation that she was not lying. She kept listening, wanting to hear him out completely before making her statement on the matter. After the man had finished his breach of his own protocol, an act which she disliked, but decided to ignore completely, Karen finally spoke up, "Greetings once more, Private. I can assure you that I, my crew, and our ship serve the Imperial Navy of the Syca Empire, however if you do not take my word for it, the fact will be made obvious once your patrol vessel reaches visual range for confirmation." Karen decided not to indulge the private's personal inquiry, as it was a self proclaimed breach of protocol. Instead, she turned of the transmit and addressed her bridge crew, "Alright, increase power and accelerate to 37 knots, same heading. We will be met by a small patrol vessel from the natives, and I believe it best to reach them as soon as possible. Thank you" she gave her orders in her usual respectful, calm and polite manner, and after receiving the usual round of confirmations, Karen went back to her communication with the Private. "Private. If it is possible, I would kindly like to request to speak with your local commanding officer. If not, then we will continue our course until we make contact with your vessel. Please inform me of any developments. Good day, Private." Karen ended the transmission, waiting for a response from the private or his superiors.
"Think they'll want to meet us?" Lia suddenly asked, breaking the moment of silence, "I do hope so, dear, I do hope so" Karen kindly replied, waiting for what was to come.
Territorio di Nessuno, Great solordia, East supple lund, and Deerfenland
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Anyone wanna buy? It's been on auction for a while now...
OOC: thank you, I appreciate the cooperation.
IC:
The analysts catolouged what they found. Tanks and soldiers. They immediately called over the Marines and had them take the montages to the Capital Building. Good, the secritary greeted them.
"Hello, sirs. Can I help you?" He said.
The Marine with his hand handcuffed to the suitcase responded in a gruff and monotone voice.
"We have to talk to the president, please."
Todd let them through to his office, where they were met with Admaral Spencer, General Ogdenvill, General Flores, and General Richards, all with the President. The Secritary of Defense was there as well, sitting back.
"What you requested, sir." The marine said, uncuffing his hand and handing the pictures over. After viewing them and talking with his generals, he made a call to the 
Western Vapian government to tell them of the intelligence. He then called the Itallitopians, and then the Old venice Government, saying the same thing.
"President Hawkins here. We had a U-2 Fly over Venician Airspace at 10:50AM this morning, it's camera pointed at the Cameot-Venician border. We found... well, Tanks and Soldiers. I don't know what your going to make of this, but probably best you guys knew."
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RADIO OUTPOST Delta. Location undisclosed.
Radioman Staff Sergent Enderly tuned to the radio Frequency that the Krustevlandian Navy uses and attempted to hail the carrier in the Italitopian Straight, so he could share the news.
"Allied Carrier, Allied Carrier, Allied Carrier, this is the United States of Tanabon. Please respond if you are reading." He would say, wait a few seconds, and then transmit again.
are you trying to sell this as if we are in a political climate where drugs are forbidden, thats a horribly massive price.
Finally going to try to deal with my Issues. I have to actually play the game more often. That grammar was probably bad. So was that.
Fine. I'm reducing the price to $12.8 million for 1 ton of marijuana.
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