@trekfan: Understatement of the century!@Asalto: Thanks, I will try to keep these updates coming at a steady pace!@Mkoll13: Sort of, I would imagine that many countries will find themselves the new homes of many millions of people seeking refuge from this armageddon.@Dofon: If you liked that AC reference, then I think you may love some of the other little things I have yet to reveal!And yes, Nepal, Bhutan, and Bangladesh were not directly hit but the combination of fallout, mass waves of refugees, and other things related to the 4th Indo-Pakistani War resulted in them being brought under UNRMSA's mandate, because of their governments collapsing under such immense strain.@everyone: Thanks for the comments! I had been holding off a while from posting this next update since I have been waiting for this forum changeover to take place, but I felt like posting it now. I have heard that many posts past a certain time are going to be automatically deleted or something but if that happens I will simply repost this one and any others that may not come along with the forum change. I am keeping backups of them in case of that scenario. Anyways, on to the new update!"Just a few more kilometers to go now", thought Colonel Syed, Pakistani Army, as his small convoy of vehicles moved through the countryside. After several days of moving carefully through Balochistan their destination was finally within reach.Colonel Syed wondered how he would be received once he reached the destination. Would he be regarded as a deserter? A traitor to his home country, and thus sent into the waiting arms of the provisional government's courts? Maybe his new home would regard him as a hero for what he was bringing with him? Only time is going to tell. Colonel Syed was nervous, always keeping an eye on the skies, wondering if some American spy satellite was watching his every move. So far, no sign of anything suspicious, not like he would see anything coming. He figured if the Americans were going to drop one of those fancy super accurate bombs on his convoy they would have done it by now. Given what was happening elsewhere in Pakistan he figured maybe they had their hands full.The entire world sure had its hands full now. The war was at least over though. The Mayor of Karachi and the Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh had declared a permanent armistice, effectively ending the conflict for their respective nations since both countries central governments had vanished under nuclear fire. Now they had the unenviable task of taking care of the mess that had followed in the war's wake. And what a mess it was. Colonel Syed had been listening to the radio throughout this trip into exile, the British based BBC had been talking about a death toll in Pakistan of around 20-40 million people, with a number triple or quadruple that amount on the Indian side, numbers that were still climbing. It was an astonishing and mind numbing figure, the single greatest mass casualty event in all human history, more people had died within minutes than had died in the entire Second World War. The enormous loss of life was kicking the international community into action. Hundreds of aid ships were apparently arriving in the Arabian Sea and the Bay of Bengal, waiting to offload precious humanitarian cargo like food, water, shelter, heavy equipment, and most importantly, medication for radiation poisoning. Hundreds of airplanes were landing in whatever airports were left that were large enough, carrying with them even more aid. Despite all of this help though, the numbers of dead were projected to keep rising.At least he and his men were not one of those numbers. He was lucky he had been based down here in Balochistan with his unit when the order to fire had come through. Technical issues had prevented him from being able to carry out those orders, but at least that saved his position from being discovered by Indian early warning radars. Not being near any major targets also helped, and thus him and his whole battalion had survived the last Indo-Pakistani War with their lives.Not that it mattered much anyway. They had survived but their country, their homes, their families were gone. Colonel Syed's own family was most likely still in Lahore when India's atomic bombs had hit the city, a thought that still saddened him deeply. He would never get to see his beloved family again, but at least he found solace in what he was doing now. He couldn't save his family, but at least he could save his soldiers, and the cargo he was carrying in this convoy would be their passport to safety."Sir" said the colonel's driver, "the border is coming into view....look at all those people...", he said in awe. "Just keep moving nice and steadily, they will get out of the way, I am sure none of these people wants to get run down by a giant truck having made it this far", the Colonel replied assuredly. Under the mass of people, it must have been at least in the thousands, was a flag, the flag of what would hopefully become their new home.Just as the Colonel had predicted, people began moving off of the road, allowing his convoy to keep moving. There were hundreds of faces, people carrying whatever they could take with them, trying to make it to one of the refugee camps that were being set up just over the border. Colonel Syed felt much safer now, he figured if someone was going to drop a bomb on his convoy to keep him from doing what he was about to do, they wouldn't dare do it on a convoy surrounded by civilians. "The home stretch" he thought to himself, when the convoy finally moved past the abandoned Pakistani border posts and towards the Iranian ones. The border was heavily militarized now, hedgehogs, barbed wire, and what appeared to be at least a few hundred Iranian soldiers now accompanying their regular border police. Colonel Syed ordered the convoy to halt as they finally reached the checkpoint. A large number of refugees now surged forward, hoping to get through the gate, anticipating that it would open for the convoy of trucks. Warning shots from the Iranian border guards quickly forced them back. As the guards moved to secure the convoy, a man in what appeared to be an Iranian Army officers uniform approached. Colonel Syed exited his truck, both men saluting each other as they met."My name is Lieutenant Hijazi, Iranian Army, and who might you be?" he inquired. "Colonel Syed, 26th Strategic Battallion, Pakistani Army" he responded, "I am here to seek asylum for myself and my men." The lieutenant began to shake his head. "I am sorry, but my orders are not to take in any more refugees until instructed to do so by my superiors. The camps are over maximum capacity and supplies are starting to run low and-". The Colonel interrupted him, "I think your superiors are going to want to let us cross. Come, let me show you our passports", he said while motioning for the Lieutenant to follow him. Walking to the back of one of the several large cargo trucks in the convoy, the Colonel opened the back and showed the Lieutenant the precious cargo he had been carrying with him during this trip. The Lieutenant suddenly had a very stunned look on his face. "Whats the matter, never seen a nuclear warhead before?" Colonel Syed asked somewhat jokingly."I-I-I need to clear this with m-my superiors!" the very stunned Iranian Lieutenant managed to say. "Thank you young man", the Colonel responded, "and may I suggest that you not tell your commanders exactly what these are over the phone? It would be smart for us all." Lieutenant Hijazi nodded quickly in agreement. As he ran back to the border post to inform his commanders of what was happening, Colonel Syed was confident that he had succeeded. A few hours later, as the convoy moved through the checkpoints with an Iranian military escort, he wondered if the Ayatollah's would give him and his soldiers some nice apartments in Tehran to live in?Well, that update ended up being alot more narrative than I am used to doing! Don't worry, I promise to add some actual game play in the next one!