A test that didn't go as planned

Valiandar_Ile

For months, Ayrat Ramil, the mad "president" who is surely considered a dictator, is regularly testing for months his missiles in the Phainai sea. However, This time it's not going to go as he had planned.

Ayrat Ramil: Dimitshkov, it's time to test another of our missiles.

Dimitshkov (His Advisor): This is not a good idea, my guide. There is a storm approaching that could damage the missile.

Ayrat Ramil: You're so funny! Don't worry, our missiles are very sophisticated, they will survive this little downpour.

He's in denial, everyone knows his missiles are old and not in great shape, but no one says it for fear of being executed.

Dimitshkov: Okay, I'll ask to prepare for launch...

And of course, what had to happen happened, the missile may have survived the storm, but its trajectory was deflected and it hit Tepror.

Dimitshkov: My guide, the missile hit Tepror.

Aryat Ramil: Really? This serves as a lesson to them for being the little scumbags they are, look at them, they look like nothing. A little missile for less rot is always good.

Dimitshkov, who realizes the danger, awaits Tepror's response with enormous concern while Ayrat Ramil remains in denial.

[More to come?]
@Drbeansguy

Drbeansguy

It was a relatively calm day in the Eastern District. Theater commander Besten Herin was sitting in his office and doing what he did best, not doing the backlog of paperwork he was required by the TCDC to do. Instead he was sitting at his desk scrolling through kreddit, Teprors most popular social media platform on K/gaming just trolling the games he deems "casual nerds".

As the missile comes raining down and makes impact on a small skimtari city, the cry to his office was almost immediately sent out, a messenger was dispatched from the radio room. "SIR, SIR, NEWS FROM THE-" He was cut off almost immediately by Besten, who wasn't looking up from his computer. "Tell the TCDC that the paperwork takes time and they should expect slow results with the amount that's put on our plates thank you." He waves the messenger off and continues to troll the sub-kreddit.

"No sir its not that, although you might have your membership revoked if you dont fill it out- anyways." The messenger walks up and puts the paper on the table. "Sir... were being attacked." This causes Besten to stop his trolling and look at the messenger, "So, just to be clear, we are under attack, which if true, means I can burn all this paperwork because we are at a state of war?" "Yes."

Besten quickly logs out of kreddit and stands up, fixing his uniform and walking out. "Summon my officers, and get the troops ready..." He quickly rushes out of his office, but them peaks his head back in. "Also don't tell the TCDC till its too late, this is a rapid response action." Then he runs to his war room.

In a few minutes all of the officers are in his War Room, its a bit scrunched, some people having to literally shove just to see whats going on, Besten stands in the middle of it all Infront of his table, waiting for everyone to file in. "Thanks for coming, I know you were all doing your paperwork for the TCDC, as was I clearly. Anyways, we have a missile attack on the town of Breakrock, granted it was on the outskirts and no causalities or property damage was made, but its still an attack so what I plan on doing is summoning the 15, 28, and 101 army group, bomb the hell out of the border region, and burn the capitol to the ground, questions?"

He looks around, and before anyone even thought of a question he quickly claps his hands and grows a huge grin. "Great, we will move in T-whenever y'all get your army groups ready, remember speed is key, so keep your army groups organized and burn everything." The officers just sigh as they give a salute and slowly file out. "Why is that guy the Theater Commander? He just seems like a lazy hot head." Asks one of the younger officers in the room, then one of the more senior officers chimes in. "During the First Civil war hes the one who lead the assault on Silversun Fortress, AKA one of the most heavily fortified positions in central pythia, and what's funner is Silversun was probably more fortified than the ministry, or so people claim."

Valiandar_Ile

In Qoâš Qalaḫy, Ayrat Ramil was on his Hairbook, his favourite tweeting app, when he saw the town his missile struck.

Ayrat Ramil: See, Dimitshkov? Just a little shake-up for those weaklings. They'll learn to think twice before looking at Valiandar Ile the wrong way. It was a necessary message, it may have been involuntary but it was deserved.

Dimitshkov, however, was watching the news reports come in, and his face was getting more and more tense.

Dimitshkov: My guide... the reports are concerning. It wasn't just a minor incident. Our missile struck their small town of Breakrock, it may have not caused any serious damages or causalities, but Tepror... they are getting ready to fight back. Their military commander seems to be reacting very strongly.

Ayrat Ramil scoffed and paced around his grand office.

Ayrat Ramil: Fight back? Let them. It's just a show of strength. They wouldn't dare attack us. Valiandar Ile is a power to be reckoned with! They'll go back down.

Just after, an aide rushed into the room, visibly shaken and holding a handful of papers.

Help: My guide! We're receiving satellite intelligence... Teprorian army groups are amassing on our border. And their air assets are being deployed. This isn't just a show, sir. They are preparing for a significant military response!

The color drained from Ayrat Ramil's face. His confident way of acting began to crack.

Ayrat Ramil: What? A military response? But... but my missile was merely a demonstration! A firm reminder! They can't possibly be considering an attack!

Dimitshkov stepped forward, his voice filled with a grim urgency.

Dimitshkov: My guide, you have seriously misjudged the situation. Tepror is not intimidated. Their commander's reputation for decisive action... the speed of their mobilization... this is not a bluff. We are in serious danger. We need to act defensively, immediately!

The Aide continued, his voice trembling.

Aide: Sir, we're also receiving preliminary reports of heavy artillery fire along the border regions. They're not waiting for a formal declaration. The attack has begun.

Ayrat Ramil sank into his ornate chair, the weight of his actions finally hitting him. The "firm reminder" he intended had ignited a war.

Ayrat Ramil: Artillery fire? But... but they can't just... Dimitshkov, order our military to full alert! Prepare our defenses! We need to... we need to...

His voice trailed off, and he looked very scared. The consequences of his recklessness were no longer just ideas; they were exploding on its borders.