You left the region. You said you didnt want to be President anymore and you said your departure wasnt permanent. But didnt give a time frame.

Admin roles are for people in the community


Now what can i do to fix it so you can access the information you need?

Or did you just want to curse?

And you decided to remove my adminship without reason.

You're just being one cancer bit after another, aren't you? I told you it wasn't permanent, but nope. You don't want to let people tell you anything you don't want to hear, do you?

http://www.nationstates.net/region=the_neoconfederate_states_of_america

Please migrate there. The raiders wont leave

Name of Nation:The Magnolia State
Name You Would Like on Map, if Different:The Magnolia State
Link to Your Nation on NationStates:http://www.nationstates.net/nation=the_magnolia_state
Area You Would Like to Claim:All territory within the state of Mississippi and all land in Louisiana EAST of the Mississippi River, including New Orleans and Baton Rouge. If this claim is too large, I'll start from the shore and go as far north as possible, and then later expand to the rest of Mississippi and Lousiana if possible.

Spartan HQ

"Anything on the enemy fleet yet?" The Emperor asked. "No sir, we are still searching but two patrols haven't found anything yet and we are narrowing our search down." Jackson said. "Okay Tom. Can you call me my son? I wish to speak to him." The Emperor asked. "Yes sir." He said and walked off.

The Emperor looked at his computer at the documents about the attacks on  the Spartan ports. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down. His son, Prince Charles rushed in and said "Yes dad? Is anything wrong?" He inquired
 "No son. We have much to discuss. In the event that our enemy should conquer us, I want you, your sisters, your advisors, and your leading generals to escape to Carolina Alliance. From there you can travel farther away. This is very unlikely but I need to be ready for any possibility. 20 Imperial Guardsmen will travel with you. I just want you to understand this before I send you away." Frederick said. "Okay dad. But where are you sending me to?" Charles said. "We cannot be in the same place. If the enemy should take the capital, you will be named King. I have no other heirs so I'm sending you secretly to Towanda where you will stay until I call you, or you assume command of Sparta. Now please leave." Frederick said. "Yes dad. I love you." Charles said and the pair embraced before the prince left to head to Towanda.

"Doctor Bonik and General Jackson please come here." He yelled. The two entered, bowed, and asked "Yes sir?" "What is the status of our secret nuclear facilities near Athens and Sparta City?" Emperor Wilhelm said. "Sir, the conditions are stable and the weaponry is stored far enough underground that regular missiles cannot cause them to explode, however any missiles designed to penetrate the ground may cause the warheads to explode. They are far enough away that the cities won't be affected but anyone on the bases will be killed." Dr. Bonik said. " Thank you. Tom, you are sure that the enemy doesn't know about these bases location?" "Yes sir. Our missile defense and air defense also are on high alert especially in the said areas. We are ready."
"Good. Should anything change inform me ASAP. Dismissed." The Emperor said and he turned and retired to his chambers in the bunker.


Over the Atlantic

Captain Brasz, leader of the 12 recon planes, was carefully watching his radar as he flew searching earnestly for the enemy fleet. He wanted the honor of finding the enemy that sneak attacked his state. "Eagle to Ground. Nothing yet. We will have to return soon to refuel." He said. "Roger that. You are a go to return. We are preparing another squad to head out." Was the response.

Damnit. I'm not going back until the absolute last second. You never know. he thought. He began to thumb the picture of his family that was in his lap. He always set it there before every flight, because it made him feel closer to them. He began to daydream about seeing them when over the intercom came, "Captain, I think I have some thing. Several unidentified ships on my radar northeast of us."  After quickly checking the fuel he estimated that if they diverted to investigate they might barely make it back. "Roger, everyone shift direction. We are investigating these ships." Brasz said. "Ground we may have found something. Sending you the coordinates of the possible enemy fleet now in case we don't make it back. Over." He said and began adjusting his course.

DEN 8th Blockading Fleet
NNS-801 Agamemnon
Carolina

"I think you'll want to see this, sir." The ship's Lieutenant reported to the Captan, saluting next to him. The captain, a man by the name of Sergey Nabokov. He turned his head to face the Lieutenant, his second in command on the powerful ship, and nodded.

"On radar, isn't it? Aircraft?" Captain Nabokov replied, lowering a pair of binoculars from his face to see the man.

"Yes... Actually... Sir," The lieutenant looked puzzled. "How did you know...?"

"It was planned, Tovarishch.. Inform the interceptor crew to begin launch." Sergey ordered, and nodded. "Then alert the rest of the Fleet of the Spartan intrusion."

"Yes, sir, Tovarishch!" The Lieutenant reported, and saluted, before leaving the bridge to carry out the work.

"Communications, open up a channel. Standard trespassing communication." Sergey returned to watching the coast.

"Yes, sir. Immediately." The officer turned around and switched the frequencies and channels, and began broadcasting to the Spartans.

Attention aggressor aircraft. Attention aggressor aircraft. This is the Flagship Agamemnon. You are intruding upon restricted airspace. Turn around immediately, or we will use deadly force. I repeat, turn around immediately, or we will use deadly force. You have thirty seconds to comply.

*****

Carrier Deck

The two interceptor aircraft, IF-15 Racers, were pulled forward onto the catapults, and their nose wheels locked in before the message was even sent out. Both of them were checked out by the ground crew, before given the thumbs up by the mechanics. Ahead of them, an NCO was on the deck, holding a light in his hand. He looked directly at the plane, and then kneeled forward, out stretching the light. The first of the two catapults launched, steam escaping all around. With it, came the roaring IF-15. In another ten seconds, the other aircraft was flung off the deck, and began to form up on the lead aircraft.