The North PacificBoard

Despite it only being 32 minutes past midnight, Itallitopian Arcane Research Foundation Site ‘SPEARHEAD’ was operating as if it was the middle of a busy day. Activity was already above usual with the disappearance of the ‘Sailor’s Requiem’ after the investigation by Friently and the MVF, however even more recent events have led to current activity. Only a few hours ago, SOSUS Listening Site 32 in the Wuson Region had gone dark. While an IADF Team has been sent in to investigate, contact has not been made with the side. Cross-examination of Site 32’s logs before it went dark with the INS Midnight Hour’s SONAR logs show a Mk.68 torpedo simply popping up at different points.

Fanta Bussler stood in his office as he looked outside, as IARF personnel scrambled to prepare additional IADF troopers. Hundreds of years, I’ve prepared for this, if it’s what I think it is, and I don’t even think I’m ready The sentient soda can had thought to himself. Even worse, the largest batch of sodabloods we've ever had isn't even ready for deployment yet. Bussler continued thinking to himself as each minute passed.

One of his assistants knocked on the door before walling in. "Commander Bussler, you're on the line with Dewus." the assistant said as Bussler picked up the phone before speaking to Dewus.

"Dewus, we have an extremely possible arcane security thr-" Bussler said before Dewus cut him off.

"I know, I've been keeping tabs on this situation for the past few decades as well." Dewus said.

"So you know what has to be done, correct?" Bussler responded as he himself was unsure on what to do.

"Yes, however given that I have to evacuate 20 million people from across the strait, I'm going to need to call a few friends." Dewus replied.

“What did you have in mind?” Bussler questioned.

“You’ll know it when you see, currently, your job is just to deploy IARF assets to contain A-002, is that clear?” Dewus ordered.

“Yes sir. I’ll continue as planned.” Bussler said before putting the phone down.

Last time he told me that, he started a war with Yugobatania. Bussler thought to himself concerned. However, at the end of the day, everything did work out. Bussler continued thinking.

Moments later, his secretary came back in, leaving a few documents on Bussler’s desk. “Here are the documents for the Interdimensional Slingshot Transportation Device that was part of the cancelled TITANFALL project. Additionally, your helicopter is here.”

Bussler took the documents as he left his office to board the helicopter. Both the operator and mech were lost following a deployment through the ISTD Bussler read as he walked outside. Interdimensional Communication Transponders were active, but both perished as a result allegedly extradimensional threats. Bussler continued. Those Interdimensional Communication Transponders we requisition a few months ago should send out a signal if what I think regarding A-002 is true then. It’s the only possibility I can work with. Bussler thought as he began to board the helicopter.

“Director, it’s nice to see you on board.” the pilot said as Bussler and a few other IARF personnel boarded the helicopter.

“I don’t care what the hell you have to say to ATC, you hurry up and get our asses to Site WHISKEY, is that clear pilot?” Bussler ordered the pilot.

“Yes sir.” the pilot responded he raised the throttle to take off. The helicopter raised into the sky as began to move forwards into the darkness of the west, as the morning came from the east.

EEEER EEEER EEEEEEEEEEEEEER

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ITALLITOPIA IS AT A STATE OF WAR

STAY INSIDE, AWAIT FURTHER EVACUATION ORDERS

ITALLITOPIAN MILITARY PERSONNEL WILL BE READY TO EVACUATE YOU

PLEASE HAVE YOUR ID AND EMERGENCY KITS READY

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