[Archive] Flotilla Incident [Turkey, Israel]

[theottomanempire]

31 May 2010

Turkey slammed his hands down against the table in a rage. His anger was one not seen in quite a long time but the scenario definitely called for it! What the fuck where the Israeli’s doing?! They may be in a state of war in the Gaza strip but to kill innocent Turks was something completely different. They had nothing to do in this conflict between the two states and now he just wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He had half a mind to wage war on the cursed women but he had the other half telling him to calm down. It was very contradicting for him and it just made him even angrier.

Who the hell did that woman think she was?!

He slammed his fists against the table once again and his Prime Minister did not seemed fazed by this at all. Erdogan was probably fighting the urge to do the same. It would be very unprofessional if he was to react like such but Turkey could care less. Those were his people and Israel had no right to take their lives like that. They were just going in to help and this should definitely be against international law. However, little did either of them know that in reality it wasn’t according to the UN especially considering what was going on in the area. Although, that would just anger them more later on but right now they were just concentrating on the present…the unhappy present.

Sadik had to turn away from the table. He had too, he was sure if he continued to stare in the displeased visage of his Prime Minister he would break the table in half. Not that a table really mattered in this scenario anyway but regardless he needed to calm down quickly.

Erdogan cleared his throat. “Perhaps, you should give Israel a call before this becomes more public.”

The taller Turk glanced over his shoulder seething. Yeah, he would give her a call alright. “Good idea.” He managed to say through a strained voice. His Prime Minister was quick to push the phone closer to his country as he motioned towards it with a quick head gesture.

Turkey inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and had to force himself still he was still shaking in rage. When he felt ready he turned back around, re-took his seat and picked up the phone. Erdogan took it upon himself to dial the number and all that could be heard after that was the rings of the phone as he waited for the person on the other line to pick up. Sadiq really hoped she was there because if she wasn’t he wasn’t sure what his next course of actions would be but he also had a feeling that his Prime Minister wanted him to lash out at the Jewish nation. The man had always been fairly sly and so he wouldn’t put it past Erdogan to do such a thing to get a bit of revenge. His country was a very passionate and outspoken man and this would at least calm the other down which is what he needed. But before that they needed the cursed woman to answer the phone.

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Here it is! Finally! If you find it to vague let me know and I will readjust it for you.

[israel]

For a moment, the room was silent. It was so silent that if a pen dropped, it would be ear shattering. Israel ran a hand through her dark, messy hair, sighing. What had her men done?! Ten dead, dozens more injured. The very thought made her stomach churn. "What do we do now...?" Miriam questioned uneasily. Her prime minister said nothing for a while. Netanyahu clasped his hands together, looking to his nation in deep thought. “I believe the troops did the right thing. They were attacked first; they had every right to defend themselves. Do you not agree?” he questioned in a sour voice. Miriam pressed her lips together into a fine line, her chest aching slightly.

Israel’s thoughts drifted to Turkey. Immediately, her hand cupped her face as she tried not to scream out from anger. She already had enough problems in Gaza, now this had to happen? Her fist pounded the table, “People died! Does that not bother you?” Miriam practically shouted. Netanyahu sat, unmoved by Miriam’s sudden outburst. This just angered her even more. The Jewish nation was about ready to pull her hair out from frustration. Her stress levels were about ready to burst.

“I think it would be best if you spoke to Turkey. Explain things. Maybe he’ll understand.” Israel couldn’t believe this man. Turkey understand ?! Like that would even happen. The moment they would begin speaking to each other it would turn into a full fledge screaming session. “I’ll…see what I can do…” Israel mumbled and reached for the phone. She stared at the object, her eyes slightly glazed over. Reaching out to grab the phone, she paused and began to chew on her bottom lip. What would she even say? Miriam didn’t have time to think because the phone began to ring.

Her heart sank and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The air seemed to be suffocating at this point in time. Slowly, Miriam grabbed the phone and picked it up off the receiver. “Yes…hello?” She didn’t even have to ask who it was. Israel already knew it would be Turkey.

Balling her hands into fists, the nation calmed herself so she would be able to speak. “Look, we both aren’t stupid. We both know what happened today,” Israel sighed lightly, not giving Turkey a chance to say anything first. “But…I’m standing by my men, Turkey. They said they were fired upon first and I believe them.” Only Israel seemed to notice how hollow her voice sounded then. Though deep down, the first thing that came to her mind were the words I’m sorry . Although, she would never say them; she was too stubborn to do that.
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Sorry this took a while. If you don’t like it or whatnot I’ll change it. It's my first time at a historical rp ^^;

[theottomanempire]

Turkey had been holding the receiver so tightly in his hand that he could hear the contraption creak in his hold threatening to split in half any second. However, upon hearing the hesitant voice of Israel he relinquished a bit of his hold. Her voice alone nearly sent him in another anger fit but he managed to restrain himself and allowed the other to speak freely. It would be pointless if he just snapped at her although at the moment there were many choice words that were running through his mind. He wanted desperately to call her out on everything. To blame her for actually planning this and plotting against him but he knew that would be going too far.

Sadik looked up from his desk at his Prime Minister who seemed fairly calm for a man who was just as passionate about his people as his very own nation. He looked calculative as if he were really thinking things through. The only voice that could really be heard besides their breathing was the Israel’s voice on the other line and Turkey was sure that Erdogan couldn’t even hear it properly.

Yes, they were both very much aware of what happened today. The Turk went to open his mouth but was cut off by Miriam and had to hold back another nasty remark as he let her continue on. He was being surprisingly in control since on any other day he would have not tolerated such actions and definitely would have never listened to the reasoning of another nation.

At the last remark Turkey’s brows knitted together and his expression darkened considerably. He remained on the line but was silent for a good five minutes taking in deep breaths as he tried desperately to calm himself. He needed to be professional….he needed to be professional. “My men checked every single one of the ships that left our ports and there were no weapons on board only equipment for humanitarian aid.” He growled. “Did your men hallucinate hearing gunshots because as far as I know the only ones that were heard were the ones coming from your men when they killed mine in cold-blood!” He snapped trying to bite back any more indecent comments but his calm demeanour was starting to waver.

“I knew you were a lot of things Israel…but a person who supports murder of people who are trying to help others was not one of them.” Sadik manages to say this in a very neutral voice, frighteningly neutral. “You do realize what this will mean for us, right?”

He would not hesitate to cut their ties. They had already been thinking of re-calling all Turkish officials who were currently in Israel. This conversation gave him all he needed and although he was still a raging mess inside he would force himself to handle this diplomatically. He hadn’t gotten to this point without learning some self-control especially considering how short of a time it has been since he had been a rowdy empire.

[israel]

Israel gazed at the floor as Turkey spoke, not bothering to glance up to her prime minister. Netanyahu would probably be giving her some dirty look by now. She didn’t really care. “Did your men hallucinate hearing gunshots because as far as I know the only ones that were heard were the ones coming from your men when they killed mine in cold-blood?” Israel’s breath suddenly became caught in her throat. What was she to say to that? She wanted to desperately believe in her men. To believe they wouldn’t do such a thing as far as killing in cold-blood. It wasn’t possible was it? What right did they have to do so if it was?

“Are you alright?” she almost wanted to scoff at the old man’s words. Was her prime minister being serious? Though all she did was nod slightly. As Turkey finished his last sentence, it was all Israel needed to hear. She was trying her hardest to fight back tears. Biting her lip hard, Miriam calmed herself. “Yes…of course I do…” she said hoarsely. Would he notice the pain in her voice? Would he even care? To be blamed for an action she wasn’t even aware of wasn’t new to the nation. Though, if cutting ties with Turkey could bring some normalcy, then so be it.

So many thoughts were rushing through her head, it was impossible for her to pick just one to focus on at the moment. Netanyahu cleared his throat, causing Miriam to jerk up. He scowled at her. That only caused her to look down again. It was like she was being attacked from both sides: her government and Turkey. “I don’t blame you for wanting to, Sadiq,” Israel stated softly. “If I were you, I’d cut our ties too.” She could barely even hear herself anymore, so she didn’t know if she sounded vulnerable or not. Whoever this girl was that was allowing herself to cry and show emotions easily was not Miriam. She would never be so foolish. Yet, here she was, tears flowing down her cheeks silently. Her lip stung suddenly, causing her to cry out making her almost drop the phone.

“For God’s sake, get it together!” Netanyahu hissed. Miriam grasped for the phone, holding it securely in her hand, bringing it back to her ear. A metallic taste soon registered in her brain. She had bitten her lip to the point where she had made it bleed. What the hell was she doing? Israel fought the urge to slap herself. “Turkey, do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. I am standing behind my men and that’s final. I am not afraid of you or anything you may do.” she stated firmly. Deep down, she was trying to convince herself to believe that, at least for the sake of her prime minister.

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ugh sorry if this is a bit...um rushed?

[theottomanempire]

Turkey had heard the hurt in his voice but instead of feeling guilty he was glad. She needed to be put in her place. He knew that after he had calmed down he would probably regret feeling like that towards her but right now it just felt right. However, the hoarseness made him wonder if Israel was second guessing her men. Was it possible that she was seeing things from his point of view…from the right point of view? His men couldn’t have possibly attacked anyone unless they had been provoked ahead of time which would mean the Israeli soldiers would have had to have done such a thing. If that were the case, than once again, Israel would be in the wrong. He couldn’t think of her feelings. This was something beyond the personal feelings of the nations and it would always be. His people were first no matter what even if it meant scorning a lover, unfortunately.


“If I were you I would cut our ties too.”

That was what he was going to do. Sadik adjusted his position in his seat as he motioned for his Prime Minister to pass him some paper and a pen. Resting the phone on his shoulder he began writing down instructions for Erdogan. There were many things he needed done and fast if he wanted to prove a point. Foreign relations are fragile and if you’re not careful they can break as easily as ripping paper in half, effortlessly. Some would say that he was blowing things out of proportions but if the roles had been switched it would be the same story with any nation.

Sadik was still writing when he heard a cry and a collision. His hand froze in mid-sentence as he listened to find out what happened. His frown deepened and he fixed the phone so he’s ear was resting fully against it. Erdogan gave him a questioning look before the taller Turk dismissed it with a wave and finished the sentence he had been working on. He wanted to ask if the other was alright but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it and even less so in the presence of his Prime Minister.

Turkey could hear the others’ officials’ scolding voice in the background. He was not happy at all from the sound of it but then again he could probably imagine why since the Turks allegations were very bold without really knowing what happened on that flotilla. However, he could continue to stick with the idea that the Israeli’s were at fault no matter what. Sadik passed the slip of paper to Prime Minister Erdogan before grasping the phone in his hand once again.

His Prime Minister glanced down at it raised a brow and nodded as he picked up the other phone he had in his office and began dialling the number to the embassy located in Israel. They would be pulling out all their man of the country and dealing with this as a personal attack. “I will do whatever I want Israel.” He spoke up. “And I will make sure that the culprits are brought to justice.”

With that Turkey slammed the phone down on the receiver and would just let this play out in whatever manner it plays out.

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Hey, so I know this leaves us hanging here but I was thinking that we should get the UN to come in and be the parent between our little squabble. Because the UN does eventually conduct an investigation and they interrogate the Israeli soldiers and etc. If you want we can discuss more of this on our planning thread? Let me know.

[israel]

The next few hours were spent either jogging or speaking to or training her men. She had tried to find the men that were on duty when the incident happened, but no one could find them. Miriam didn’t know what she could do now. Trying to talk to Turkey had ended in disaster. Whatever would happen now was beyond her control. As she walked around a few soldiers ran up to her. They were the ones who had been on duty. For the next few minutes, Israel questioned and demanded nothing but the truth. Though, the story was the same. They were the ones who had been fired upon. Letting out a sigh and running a hand through her hair, Miriam decided to head back. She wasn’t making any progress here anyway. When Israel arrived back, a group of people were gathered around the prime minister’s door.

This caused her to furrow her eyebrows. “What’s going on here?” Israel questioned sternly. The workers turned around, some slightly embarrassed. “Oh, um…miss, the prime minister is waiting for you. It’s urgent.” the secretary said softly. Looking down at herself, Miriam groaned. She was still in her training outfit and was sweaty from working out. What could be so damn important? The nation moved passed everyone and went into the office. Israel drew back in surprise. “Welcome back Miriam,” Netanyahu said. We’ve been…waiting for some time.” The nation glanced around at the other representatives in the room. They all looked ill.

For a moment, she was at a loss for words. “I-I’m s-sorry. I didn’t know-.” her prime minister raised his hand. “Nonetheless, this is…urgent. Have a seat.” Israel sat down quickly. The tension was so thick in the room; one could cut it with a knife. Miriam didn’t like this, not one bit. “We have received word that we are going to be under investigation,” Netanyahu began. Before she could say anything, he started again. “By the UN.” Her mouth fell open. What the hell was this?!

That night, Miriam entered her home in a sour mood. Sitting on her bed in nothing but shorts and a tank top, she debated on calling Turkey again. What the hell was the deal with the UN anyway? Was it this serious?! According to Netanyahu, the soldiers responsible were to be interrogated. She shook her head; those men would probably tell them the same thing they told her. For the first time, in a long time, the nation was beginning to doubt her men. Israel huffed and fell back against her pillow. Grabbing her phone, she dialed that damnable number. Ring….ring…ring… Oh yeah, this man was about to get an earful.

“Ugh…answer dammit!” So he didn’t answer the first time. So Israel tried again. She made sure that she would keep trying, no matter how long it took; she was going to speak to him about this.

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ok...so I tried -.- I know it's not the best, but it's something, hopefully....

[theottomanempire]

Sadik had been asleep when he heard the phone ring the first time. He had opted to ignore it and if it was important they would leave a message but as he rolled onto his other side he could hear the damn contraption ring again. It’s obnoxious ringing keeping him up and from finally catching a decent night of sleep. Ever since the UN had gotten involved he had been busy dealing with them so that they could bring this investigation to a swift close. Of course, Sadik had a feeling that dealing with the Israeli’s would be nearly impossible and prolong this much longer than necessary. However, as long as he cooperated then the international community would know that his men were the actual victims. There was always that chance that his men were lying and that in truth the Israeli’s were in the right but Sadik really didn’t want to believe such a thing especially if that meant that he would have to go apologize to Miriam for his short fuse. He had too much pride for that.

And so, as he listened to the phone go off once again before grunting in frustration and rolling back over to find his phone in the dark. He didn’t even bother getting up from bed as he let his hand feel over his nightstand before coming across the slick feel of his cell. Grasping it tightly, in hopes of maybe breaking it and not needing to answer it, the sleepy and frustrated Turk glances at the call screen and quite literally has to restrain himself from actually crushing it. He had nothing to say to her! And why the hell was she calling at such a late hour at night. Sadik glances at his clock, eleven o’clock. Alright, so not so late but tonight it definitely was considered late. He hadn’t slept well in who knows how long and now that his body had finally reached that point of exhaustion he knew he was going to sleep well that night.

Sadik wondered how long she would try until she gave up and out of spite placed the phone beside his pillow watching it and counting the amount of times she called. When he was sure she had given up he lets out a sigh of relief before planting his head gently down on the pillow and closing his eyes. Finally, some peace and quiet. However, that only lasted a good ten minutes before his phone when off and he had enough. The tall Turk grabbed his phone pressed talk and placed it against his ear in angry and jerky motions.

“What. The hell. Do you want?” He growls lowly into the phone. “Some people like they’re sleep Israel so please tell me what it is you want since you haven’t stopped calling for the past thirty minutes.” And he had been hoping she would have just given up too. Sadik knew how stubborn Israel was but sometimes he wished that she would let up on occasions and just let him sleep.

[israel]

Israel was determined to speak with this man and at first she didn’t even realize he had picked up the phone. How long did that take? Pressing her lips together, she let out a huff before calming down. Miriam was absolutely irritable and due to the fact it had taken Turkey so long in answering, just made everything worse. She didn’t care if this man needed sleep, she wanted answers. If he had called upon the UN, then she and her men were screwed. Their story was faulty and wouldn’t help get everyone off her damn back. All she wanted was some freaking peace every once in a while. Was that so much to ask for?

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” she practically screamed into the phone. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. “Really Sadik? The UN?!” It seemed that no matter what she wanted to say, all she could do was yell. Miriam knew this would only anger the Turk even more, but how the hell was she supposed to compose herself? The nation was beyond furious. Yet, deep down, Israel knew her men could be guilty. With everything else happening around her it was only a matter of time before something else happened, but it would be worse than this. She was beginning to develop a headache, it was funny how that happened every time she spoke to this man.

Letting out a sigh, she ran a hand through her hair, “Sadik…I…,” There was a tugging at her chest, a small amount of pain. “I’m so so sorry for what happened. I am. It’s breaking me, my prime minister wants to just push it all aside like it didn’t happen and my men…,” By this point she had begun to cry. She couldn't control it anymore, she was tired of the mask she had been wearing. Most of all, Israel didn't care if she appeared weak now. “They’re guilty, I felt it when I spoke to them. Just...” Miriam stopped and stared up at the ceiling. What did it matter? Turkey probably thought she was foolish or stupid for even calling.

The Israeli punched the wall suddenly, sitting straight up. “I’m sorry for bothering you with this nonsense. I’ll let you be.” With that she hung up and let the phone slip from her hand. That night for the first time in a long time, she cried herself to sleep.

When morning came, Miriam dragged herself out of bed and prepared for the day. Surely the UN would come speak to her next. Though, right now she wanted to forget last night and move on. Who was she to believe? Her men…or Turkey? Sitting in a chair in Netanyahu’s office, Israel stared out the window, her chin placed in the palm of her hand as her elbow reclined on the table. Her prime minister hadn’t arrived yet and she was beginning to worry. Just as she was about to leave, Netanyahu walked in with two men trailing behind him. Scared for a moment, Israel took her seat again. Her prime minister looked…oddly pale. “Miriam, these are some investigators from the UN,” he began as he twisted his hands behind his back. “They would like to discuss the terms of the prisoners that were taken in after the incident.” Israel merely nodded, waiting to hear what these men wanted. After several moments of discussion, the UN members and Israel came to a decision of letting the prisoners go. At this point in time, nothing really mattered to the Israeli anymore. When the UN members left the room, Netanyahu looked to her, slightly shocked. “Well, that was…different of you. What will you do next?” he questioned. “Nothing. It’s up to Turkey to make the next move now.” she stated as she stood and left the room.

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sooooo....tell me if you want anything changed.