1084
07-07-2005, 18:14
((OOC: Pretty new to all this, so please cut me some slack… please? Comments and help more than welcome. Telegraphs to 1084. Love you all)) ((P.S. Dunno if this was the right place to post.))
A proud, peaceful Empire once stood here. A great empire, powerful and large, holding great sway in worldwide decisions... The countries within this Empire held power of their own to push on or crumble important bills and rights. Its capital, Woozeke, was the pinnacle of this mighty Empires force and splendor, mighty buildings housing the brightest of minds, the best of traders and the greatest of citizens. A fair and just government, ruling over the willing people which in turn was ruled by Emperor Alba. A great man and mighty warrior... He was loved by all and he, in turn, loved his subjects. A proud, peaceful Empire once stood here.
The peace and love of this great Empire was not felt by all. A minor country, mostly forgotten by the world due to it's inaccessibility and hostile mountainous, jungle environment, still reeling from being taken by violent force and colonized by the Empire, also embarrassed by the arrogance portrayed by it's Empire to the world, forcing through or halting bills which would ultimately destroy or cripple nations because they once scorned the Empire, planned to gain their independence in the manner by which they lost it... violently. By law the country had to have a conscripted army, made up of 15% of its adult population. All the Empire had succeeded in doing was forcing its own demise. Guerilla due to its size and well trained in explosives, their regiment was more than able to at least force its cause upon the Emperor and his government.
It was a stunning summer’s morning when the first explosion rocked Woozeke's industrial area, a warning blast, merely destroying an abandoned warehouse. Yet it still made heads look up and people worry when the country, known only by its designated number 1084, admitted responsibility and warned of further attacks should they be ignored and their demand not met independence and no further contact by Woozeke or any of its commonwealth countries.
Many civilians perished in the resulting air raid of a reply from the Empire; however they were only strengthened by this. "Death is Freedom. Freedom is Living" became their war cry. Civilian's moved underground or to high ground hideaways in anticipation of the coming war while their Fighters upped their plans.
General Marv would never walk down the Parliament steps again; a bullet to the head made sure his plans would be leaked upon the white stones never to be spoken.
Simultaneously the Empirical mint crumbled under the force of a Vauxhall's latest addition... Military grade explosives obtained before the troubles began.
This time the Emperor realized the intensity of 1084's threats, not just a silly rabble, easily silenced by a show of force but rather a dangerous country. A problem within his Empire. A problem that would not, could not be ignored. Grounds troops where useless, they could be easily decimated... Like that war he once read about as a kid, Vietnam was it? He couldn't risk it and without his General for guidance, he was useless... A warrior doesn't always make a tactician. Navy raids where useless, 1084 had no coast line and no rivers linked to the ocean big enough to carry even a gun boat. Air raids where possible, it had worked before... but had they strengthened their defense? The Air force was small to begin with. Politically his Empire was nigh unbeatable... However this would be the first time its military had to be used for something other than public displays and throwing the empire's weight around.
The deliberation of any effective action resulted in a third attack two months later, a shopping centre causing numerous civilian casualties and fatalities... justice in their eyes.
The citizen's of Woozeke were suitably worried, crying out for the Emperor to do anything to stop this. "Grant them Freedom!" began to echo around the city walls while other countries within the Empire began to show their reluctant support to 1084 in case they to were targeted to show to Woozeke that no aspect of the Empire was safe.
Embarrassed by this the Empire (and his newly appointed General) threw one last attempt at quelling the troubles by moving troops in and flying bombers and fighters over head. They stood no chance... The body bags came back in multitudes... many where buried where they lay, their bodies in no state to return. The pilots faired no better, their planes cut down by heavy machine guns in the mountains as they passed over in low to begin their runs along with the fatal error of misjudging altitude over the thick jungle.
The war raged on for a year, both sides taking casualties but as history has proven, wars are won by the determined, not always the bigger force. With the population showing its discontent for a war brought on by arrogance and embarrassment, the troops deserting and refusing to fight and the air force practically in ruins along with continuing terrorist attacks upon Woozeke, the Emperor finally relented.
It was a glorious September day when the leader of 1084 signed their right to Independence under the promise that they would avoid any contact with Woozeke and its member states and they would in turn avoid all contact with 1084.
The resulting effects of defeat of the Empire was greater than any could imagine, their air force nearly non-existent, their army decimated and the knowledge they were defeated by a small force was good news for political enemies, nations crippled by the Empire’s political games united and declared war on an enemy once believed to be completely invincible while it’s member states began whispering among themselves… If they couldn’t be protected from hostile countries within their own Empire, were they truly safe from outside countries? Would it not be safer to become independent and rule themselves their own way or unite with other countries for protection?
The once proud empire of Woozeke slowly crumbled from within while being burned from outside.
And from its ashes rose many splinter nations and states but standing on top of the carnage was the nation that began it all. And thus the Rouge nation of 1084 entered the world.
A proud, peaceful Empire once stood here. A great empire, powerful and large, holding great sway in worldwide decisions... The countries within this Empire held power of their own to push on or crumble important bills and rights. Its capital, Woozeke, was the pinnacle of this mighty Empires force and splendor, mighty buildings housing the brightest of minds, the best of traders and the greatest of citizens. A fair and just government, ruling over the willing people which in turn was ruled by Emperor Alba. A great man and mighty warrior... He was loved by all and he, in turn, loved his subjects. A proud, peaceful Empire once stood here.
The peace and love of this great Empire was not felt by all. A minor country, mostly forgotten by the world due to it's inaccessibility and hostile mountainous, jungle environment, still reeling from being taken by violent force and colonized by the Empire, also embarrassed by the arrogance portrayed by it's Empire to the world, forcing through or halting bills which would ultimately destroy or cripple nations because they once scorned the Empire, planned to gain their independence in the manner by which they lost it... violently. By law the country had to have a conscripted army, made up of 15% of its adult population. All the Empire had succeeded in doing was forcing its own demise. Guerilla due to its size and well trained in explosives, their regiment was more than able to at least force its cause upon the Emperor and his government.
It was a stunning summer’s morning when the first explosion rocked Woozeke's industrial area, a warning blast, merely destroying an abandoned warehouse. Yet it still made heads look up and people worry when the country, known only by its designated number 1084, admitted responsibility and warned of further attacks should they be ignored and their demand not met independence and no further contact by Woozeke or any of its commonwealth countries.
Many civilians perished in the resulting air raid of a reply from the Empire; however they were only strengthened by this. "Death is Freedom. Freedom is Living" became their war cry. Civilian's moved underground or to high ground hideaways in anticipation of the coming war while their Fighters upped their plans.
General Marv would never walk down the Parliament steps again; a bullet to the head made sure his plans would be leaked upon the white stones never to be spoken.
Simultaneously the Empirical mint crumbled under the force of a Vauxhall's latest addition... Military grade explosives obtained before the troubles began.
This time the Emperor realized the intensity of 1084's threats, not just a silly rabble, easily silenced by a show of force but rather a dangerous country. A problem within his Empire. A problem that would not, could not be ignored. Grounds troops where useless, they could be easily decimated... Like that war he once read about as a kid, Vietnam was it? He couldn't risk it and without his General for guidance, he was useless... A warrior doesn't always make a tactician. Navy raids where useless, 1084 had no coast line and no rivers linked to the ocean big enough to carry even a gun boat. Air raids where possible, it had worked before... but had they strengthened their defense? The Air force was small to begin with. Politically his Empire was nigh unbeatable... However this would be the first time its military had to be used for something other than public displays and throwing the empire's weight around.
The deliberation of any effective action resulted in a third attack two months later, a shopping centre causing numerous civilian casualties and fatalities... justice in their eyes.
The citizen's of Woozeke were suitably worried, crying out for the Emperor to do anything to stop this. "Grant them Freedom!" began to echo around the city walls while other countries within the Empire began to show their reluctant support to 1084 in case they to were targeted to show to Woozeke that no aspect of the Empire was safe.
Embarrassed by this the Empire (and his newly appointed General) threw one last attempt at quelling the troubles by moving troops in and flying bombers and fighters over head. They stood no chance... The body bags came back in multitudes... many where buried where they lay, their bodies in no state to return. The pilots faired no better, their planes cut down by heavy machine guns in the mountains as they passed over in low to begin their runs along with the fatal error of misjudging altitude over the thick jungle.
The war raged on for a year, both sides taking casualties but as history has proven, wars are won by the determined, not always the bigger force. With the population showing its discontent for a war brought on by arrogance and embarrassment, the troops deserting and refusing to fight and the air force practically in ruins along with continuing terrorist attacks upon Woozeke, the Emperor finally relented.
It was a glorious September day when the leader of 1084 signed their right to Independence under the promise that they would avoid any contact with Woozeke and its member states and they would in turn avoid all contact with 1084.
The resulting effects of defeat of the Empire was greater than any could imagine, their air force nearly non-existent, their army decimated and the knowledge they were defeated by a small force was good news for political enemies, nations crippled by the Empire’s political games united and declared war on an enemy once believed to be completely invincible while it’s member states began whispering among themselves… If they couldn’t be protected from hostile countries within their own Empire, were they truly safe from outside countries? Would it not be safer to become independent and rule themselves their own way or unite with other countries for protection?
The once proud empire of Woozeke slowly crumbled from within while being burned from outside.
And from its ashes rose many splinter nations and states but standing on top of the carnage was the nation that began it all. And thus the Rouge nation of 1084 entered the world.