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Hi, this is a thread about the wars between my nation (Akrozia) and my mates nation of Pratosa. This is to be a heavily RP’ed story, and as such you have to contact me or Pratosa if you wish for your forces to participate. WMD’s will be allowed, but only when expressly mentioned they can be utilised (plus, there could very well be repercussions!)

The Pratos - Akrozian wars.

Genesis:

The People’s Chambers, Akros – The Akorzian Capital City.

“I’m telling you, our nation is not under any economical turmoil whatsoever!” The senator stated, he was met in turn by a chorus of screams and yells, fellow senators and workmen, both in favour and against, from all around him. The man his voice was directed at stood firm, his heavy-set jaw taught as he looked at the elderly senator before him. His bald head glistened in the light from a window above as he yelled in reply “Our people have nothing! Our men cannot get jobs because there are no companies to provide them! Our families are starving because there is no money to buy for them! Our people are going to revolt because WE HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE THEM!” His face turning red, along with hundreds of others, as the senator roared “YOU DARE TO QUESTION US! AND THEN YOU DARE TO SAY THE PEOPLE WILL REOVLT!” He turned around and bellowed out to a balcony above “GUARDS! TAKE THIS MAN AWAY IMMEDIATELY!”

As the guards began to move forward a band of twenty odd men, all unemployed workers, barred their way. “Move!” the guard said; “We are placing that man under arrest for spreading revolutionary propaganda!” The workmen stood there ground, “get lost you pricks!” one of the bigger workmen growled, and lobbed a ball of spittle at the guards uniform. “Very well,” the guard said as he wiped the spit from his uniform with a disgusted grimace, “have it your way… take ‘em down boys!” With a loud SH-CLICK! All six withdrew telescopic electrified riot sticks, the man who had spat at the guard was the first to fall, the baton smacking cleanly across his face. He never had a chance to yell in pain as a huge voltage of power smacked him down onto the floor.

Stunned and surprised by the audacity of the guards, it was the sight of the big man being reduced to a shaking mess on the floor that sparked the next scene, every worker in the People’s Chambers got up and began to swarm the guards. Soon there was a small carpet of blubbering bodies as each man met an electrified riot stick…

Above all the commotion there stood one man, he looked out from the shadows of the pillars he was walking around, and gazed on at his people. He knew the truth behind what they had said, and he was concerned. His nation had suffered setback after setback, and now, the nation was on the verge of civil war, and he was seeing the sparks right here, right now.

As the violence began to spread, and even the elderly scholars began to engage in the fight, the man decided to take matters into his own hands…

BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!!! Everyone stopped, some dropped to the ground, whilst the guards themselves drew their pistols and aimed where they believed the shots had come from. The figure showed himself from behind the pillar, and instantly the guards holstered their pistols and knelt in the posture of respect. One of them yelled “THE EMPEROR IS BEFORE US!” Everyone within hearing distance instantly knelt and lowered their heads, the rest of the assembly in the great chamber soon followed suit, like a unique form of Mexican Wave.

Lowering his Model-93R assault pistol, barrel still smoking, he bellowed “THE MAN WHO HAS CAUSED THIS DISTURBANCE RISE!” The worker who had been shocked rose; he was now visibly shaking, not from the electric shock, but fear. The man also pointed to the senator who was arguing with him, then whipped the pistol up and shot him. The senator fell with a surprised look of shock on his face, and as his life blood seeped across the marble floor the man spoke.

“I am Emperor Bahden Khaler, and I believe you worker,” the workers look of fear became a look of absolute shock and disbelief, “our nation is falling apart, however. I have a plan, a plan that will see our nation arise from the ashes…” his voice grew louder and took on a much more authoritative feel, “our nation will be downtrodden and repressed, no more!”…

FIVE YEARS LATER, THE SAME CHAMBERS

“OUR NATION WILL STAND PROUD! WE SHALL STAND STRONG!” The chorus of cheers and cries of belief boomed through the huge marble halls of the people’s chambers as tens of thousands of people listened to Emperor Khaler’s roaring speech. “I ASKED YOU TO GIVE ME THE TIME, AND I HAVE NOW GIVEN YOU WHAT I PROMISED! WE HAVE UNITED OUR PEOPLE IN AKROZIA! NOW, IT IS OUR DUTY, OUR RIGHT, TO CLAIM THE REST OF OUR REGION, AND UNITE IT ALL UNDER OUR RULE!” The chorus of cheers was now threatening to turn into a patriotic rampage as Khaler continued to milk the crowd for all they were worth. This was excellent propaganda material, “and best of all” Khaler said to himself, “I didn’t have to threaten anyone to get it!” He continued on for the last bit, “AND NOW! THE TIME HAS COME! OUR TIME HAS COME!” He paused and waited for the crowd to die down. Once they had, his arm shot out in salute and he shouted “FOR AKROZIA, FOR POWER!!!”

As the crowd once again roared into nationalistic fervour a single figure, watching from a hotel room not too far away, turned off a digital camcorder and began to download the images to his Laptop computer…

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SOMEWHERE IN PRATOSA PRIME - THE PRATOSAN CAPITAL – Pratosan International Secret Intelligence (P.I.S.I) Headquarters – A FEW HOURS AFTER THE RALLY

“This is truly disturbing imagery we have here sir” the analyst said, “it is suggesting that the Akrozian military is preparing for something, and I mean a big something.”

The ‘sir’ the analyst was referring to was none other than the Commander in Chief himself, Minister Supreme Thomas Bowmaker. Bowmaker replayed the images of his alter ego again and again. He couldn’t get over how well the people had responded. From being on the verge of collapse and having his nation revolt on him, Bahden Khaler had somehow managed to bring the people back to him, and in turn, make himself much more formidable an opponent that what Bowmaker liked. However, even now, Bowmaker felt that he was reasonably safe in assuming that Khaler would not try any funny business just yet. What he also felt reasonably safe of, and what also gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut, was that ‘just yet’ could very well be measured in mere weeks, or even days.

“When was this taken?” Bowmaker asked. The analyst tapped at the computer before him, the plasma screen TV it was connected to lit up with a time count, “a few hours ago sir” the analyst lowered his voice, “Sir, if anything happens, we have friends that will help us right?” Bowmaker quietly stood up and curtly nodded before saying “I need to see your superiors, where is the Intelligence Marshall?” The analyst looked at Bowmaker for a second, as if trying to figure out if he was in trouble, seeing no noticeable evidence to suggest it, or any other emotion, the analyst said “High Marshall Duponte is down on level E-10.” Bowmaker nodded again and said “Thank you analyst, for the commonwealth”, at the mention of the national motto the analyst stood and saluted, “For Pratosa” He said, before returning to his desk and continuing to type away…

As Thomas entered the elevator and went down the levels, he thought about the issues. Khaler had his army on the rise, he had control of his people again, and Akrozian military might had increased exponentially. The nation was still economically unviable due to the collapse some eight years ago, but they had used the last five years to good effect. They had managed to covertly acquired a large number of military hardware blue-prints (thanks mostly to its massive Special Service sector) and were now operating a massive government run reverse-engineering/construction program to bring this equipment online and into the field as soon as possible.

The elevator’s voice mentioned that they had reach Level E-10, and it casually mentioned that this was the “Commanders Chambers” of the base, also casually mentioning that all due respects should be paid upon entering. Thomas just as calmly dismissed any ‘due respects’ of bowing upon entering the chamber and proceeded to walk straight past the effigy of the High Marshall that stood in the chamber’s entrance.

“Minister Supreme, what a pleasant surprise” the elderly looking High Marshall Duponte always seemed to remind Bowmaker of Himmler, one of Adolf Hitler’s staff in World War II. His appearance looked almost exact, even down to the weedy little spectacles, he just rang of the word intelligence, and the word ‘slimy’ also seemed to come to mind…

“High Marshall Duponte, what do you think of this recent development in the situation in Akrozia?” Duponte stroked his chin as he contemplated it, “Yes, the situation in Akrozia, this Khaler fellow is certainly a tricky bastard isn’t he?”

Bowmaker looked at him and said “get to the point Duponte, if I wanted a metaphorical answer I would have gone and seen a psychiatrist” Duponte cut off the act and got straight down to business.

“He is a madman sir, here, we only make sure the… bad publicity… is under our control, and we’re lessening up every day.” Which was true, when Pratosa had first formed as a nation, it had been under the leadership of a ‘General’ Sherrin, and he had run everything in much the same way as Khaler, in fact, they had been best friends.

Though now, thanks to revolutionary new laws passed as Sherrin lay on his deathbed, he had been ‘replaced’ by the much liked Bowmaker. Since that time, Pratosa had distanced itself from its psychotic next door neighbour, although it still had an international reputation to cleanse. In turn, tensions had risen on their mutual borders, and in the past few years, rumours had circulated that some of Pratosa’s internal terrorist actions had been part of a massive ‘preparation’ program by Akrozia for something much bigger than a simple military exercise.

“Anyhow sir” Duponte continued, “Khaler himself is bad news, always has been, always will. Though with this new military of his, and this newfound will, our intelligence has led us to believe that maybe he is listening to the people.” Bowmaker looked at Duponte and said “and what are the people saying?” Duponte pulled up an image on his private TV screen, “this was taken by one of our in-fields just moments ago”. The picture showed a rally of sorts, there were people screaming with pure rage, and burning pictures of… Bowmaker took a step back, it was him! They were burning pictures of him and burning the flag of Pratosa. “They just stormed our embassy, sir. Along with about eight others.”
“What about those inside?” Bowmaker asked. Duponte just shook his head as an image of kneeling figures being executed with a shot in the head showed up on the screen.

Minister Supreme Thomas Bowmaker shook his head in mourning, “a terrible tragedy, I will be demanding a formal apology from them immediately!”
Duponte looked on impassionately “In the case I wouldn’t expect much. They are jealous, they are angry, and most importantly, they want what they have been promised.”

Duponte brought up a segment of the speech by Khaler, it was the segment on uniting the region under their rule. As he said this, as if to emphasise his point, another entire division of infantry marched beneath his podium. “He has promised them the world sir…”

Bowmaker finished his sentence for him, “and knowing him as we do, he intends to live up to his word…” Duponte nodded in solemn agreeance.

Bowmaker left P.I.S.I headquarters that day feeling a mixture of emotions, external rage, and most importantly, internal fear…

As he left, he suddenly remembered something else, as he hopped into his waiting Limosine, he dialled a number on a TV phone. Duponte's face came up, "Yes Minister Surpreme, what is it you desire?"
"You have an analyst, the one I was talking to?"
Duponte nodded, "Yes sir, he is still here"
Bowmaker looked at Duponte sternly "Remove him, make him have an accident, he has a mouth, and he knows too much about our arrangements with others."
Duponte saluted grimly and said "It shall be done sir"
Bowmaker turned off the feed.
The TV screen went blank.

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This is a map of Pratosan and Akrozian regions.
It SHOULD work... :D

But since it didn't I got rid of it... :headbang:

Or not :headbang:

Unfortunately it won't let me put up a map, and I do not know how to add it onto this front part here (which I really want to!) Makes you want to hurt someone... :D

Tensions running high as Akrozian military flexes muscles

In a surprise move two days ago, Akrozian military forces along the central landmass of the Pratosan/Akrozian border have begun a massive military exercise. Called exercise ‘Sword of Might’, the exercise has proven to be an excellent opportunity for military observers to gain a rare insight into Akrozian military operations.

The sheer size of the exercise, which composes of ten infantry and three armoured regiments caused fears of invasion as the regiments were being organised, and forced Pratosan military forces onto a heightened state of alert until their intentions were fully understood.

Pratosa has a very real fear of the re-built Akrozian military machine, and rumours abound that the recent increase in terrorist activity within our nations borders is directly related to Akrozian military might. Akrozian military leader General Erik Argento, who states Akrozia has no such links, strenuously denies these allegations.

Campaign action & Secret action: Akrozian-sympathists begin planning terrorist strike to attack within Pratosan mainland.

We may have a map here, if we have managed to figure out the requirements... *If anyone can help it would be greatly appreciated*
Satellite imagery of Akrozia and Pratosa (http://www.geo.mtu.edu/rs/avhrr/global/)

(Go to Australia map. Pratosa has half (i.e. straight centre line cut) of Australia, PNG, and some of Indonesia, but none of Malaysia/Brunei. Everything else (Bar New Zealand) is Akrozian rule.. P.S Australia is referred to as the mainland, Akrozia calls its mainland (Asia) the Homeland)

RP: The dim sunlight of early morning glinted through the tents sole window flap, something which irratated General Argento phenomenally. He hated having the sun in his eyes, but if he wante anything along the lines of a decent breeze passing through the tent today, then he would just have to suffer this 'predicament'. He squinted as he tried to take a look at the laminated map before him. It was a recent rendition of the areas spanned by both Pratosa and Akrozia. However, it was not exactly what he needed, instead, what he desperately needed was information on his troops. Somewhere, in the middle of this stinking desert, sat three armoured corps and ten infantry divisions, some of the finest troops of Akrozia, and somehow he needed to get them to their staging posts in preparation for the 'big push'.

"General Argento, sir?" a technician stuck his head into the window, for a moment Argento kept looking at his map, then slowly turned and said "Yes, what's the matter?" The technician, obviously new, took a slight step back in astonishment before recovering his senses.

General Argento had been a simple Akrozian conscript at the start of the Akrozian unification wars, and had witnessed the effects of a home-made booby trap firsthand when his team had been tasked with clearing a small village of 'anti-revolutionary scum'. As such, he had lost most of his lower jaw and throat, and had had half his face ripped clean away.

Somehow he had survived, and somehow, through the recently discovered art of genetic replication (A.K.A cloning) they had managed to re-graft the lost skin. Although he now earned the name of 'Ironsight' from the unique metal jaw replacement and his blinded left eyeball. Nervously glancing at the General the technician stammered, "your 'guests' have arrived sir".

General Argento stood up as his biotech 'replicated' vocal chords droned out "Thank you, you may go"

The technician scurried away, obviously just a little shaken.

Argento walked to the tent door behind him, before he went and opened the flap he checked the safety on his pistol and reassuredly got a hold of the combat knife in its leather pouch. He never did like dealing with these 'Unconventional Soliders', or as Pratosa called them 'terrorists', though then again, until Pratosa called them 'Unconventional' as well, then officially, Akrozia knew nothing of them.

Nevertheless, he still thought it was cowards way of fighting a war, and these people were rather sadistic, even by Akrozian standards...

He pulled back the canopy, before him stood three men, all wearing a similar mixture of Akrozian and Pratosan uniforms, and all carrying a mottled mixture of reservist weaponary from Pratosan stocks, and the occaisional Akrozian militia rifle.

A picture of a well equipped 'unconventional soldiers' preparing for a night raid in Pratosa (http://www.colombiajournal.org/Police18s.JPG)

At this stage his face was presented for all to see, the three men all stepped back a little, like the technician. They soon regained there senses, one of them stepped forward, his combat helmet obviously second hand due to the bullet hole that was blasted in it, "General Argento, my name is Albert Marson, we and my men here have a message from the High Command of the Pratosan Destruction League"

Argento took his hand and shook it, though suspicioun rang through his voice, "PDL 'eh? So, you are the group that claims you can hit the Pratosans and make it look as though we had nothing to do with it?"
The man nodded, the other two began to haggle with a pair of headquarters staff over a trade between 'war trophies' and 'decent cigarettes'. Argento looked at the man and simply said "The disk"
The man emptied a pouch on his uniform and produced a small Data Key "All the information you need is available here. We merely need permission, and some extra supplies to stage the raid."
"You guarantee success?"
The soldier just looked at him "Do I look like I know what's on the disk General?"
"Then you can go, tell your 'masters' they will receive what they need once we have assessed the risks"...

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THE REAL STORY BEHIND THE OCCUPATION OF THE DICTATORSHIP OF TJODLAV:

A TANK COMMANDER'S TALE...

"Ah, a wonderful place isn't it Robin!" Tank commander Michael Sebastien sucked in a lungful of the mountainside air as they crossed through the Upper Tjodlav Ranges. "Yeah, may be good for you, out in the open there, but its one friggin bumpy ride inside here... OWW! that's the fifth time I've hit that bloody cannon today!" Came the sharp reply of the Leopard 2 tank gunner Peter Fransen, Michael just laughed and said "Relax Petey, we'll be at the rally point soon enough, we've only had one spot of trouble today, and we ain't expecting any more" Peter and the rest of the crew laughed at that comment, sarcastic as it was.
Leopard 2 Tank commanded by Michael Sebastien (http://homepage3.nifty.com/tompei/leopard_2A4.jpg)

In fact, the Akrozian military had suffered numerous attacks through Tjodlav, and it had only been through the use of considerable amounts of 'Summary punishment' that the populace had been subjugated. Even now, bands of rebels and bandits were constantly harrying the tank corps. Moments ago the group had passed another small Tjodlav killzone, the remnants of two Warrior APC's and a tangled mass of burning bodies being the end result of a small scale firefight.

As the Leopard 2 tanks continued to roll along the hills, Michael noticed some movement through his binoculars. "Driver! Halt!" The tank lurched to a sudden stop, and the turret began to scan the area with an air of uncertainty, they were being watched. Michael scanned the horizon, nothing, just a few pine trees, an old trench, a couple of... HEY! What was that! The barrel of the recoilless rifle was lined straight at his tank, and Michael only had a few seconds to scream "INCOMING!" before the rocket slammed home against the turret ring...

Tjodlav AT infantry trooper engages Michael's Leopard 2 (http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/smaw-dvic567.jpg)