NationStates Jolt Archive

Rebels have risen up against the People's will! They demand more rights for business and the "scourge of Elves to be cleansed from Cyberutopia's slate!" The Rebel leader is yet to be known by name, but they have risen up in force against the elven district, the military HQ, the PR building, and other important areas. So far they are only using obsolete weapons such as M16s, Spaz 12s, and other weapons. We have repelled them for the most part, and our forces are holding out well, even without all of our interior defenses mobilized. There is a weak point where we are concerned about, however, and it has been an area of major rebel concentration. The rebels have been trained, we can tell. They are doing well with gurellia warfare. The People feel the international community should know about this, in the case that we do require assistance...thank...time...ksssssss.

Transmission Intercepted

A dark skinned man appears before the viewsceens of the watchers. He is obviously a forgiener to Cyberutopia. His hair is whispy and white, and a metallic eyepatch covers his right eye. The right side of his face is covered by cyborg implants.

"Do not listen to the lies of the so-called PR. He is a corrupt, sceming devil, as are the elves who support him. Help us, and we shall bring true peace to Cyberutopia."

Whislt the government of Slutbum Wallah officialy condems these attacks, no government troops or funds can be spared to assist you. However, convoys of supplies, modern guns, ammo and vehicles bought by the Slutbum Wallah Pro-Human Federation are heading for Cyberutopia with the intent to join the anti-elf revolution.

Also the Slutbum Wallah United Trade Conglomerate, in an effort to restore peace as quickly as possible, has decided to support the superior rebel forces by sending 15,000 PeaceKeepers (A buzzword for highly-trained thugs wearing heavy armour and carrying assualt weapons) to assist in the assualt of govenment property.

Terribly sorry but you know how these things go.

Lord Timothy Walters
Secretary to Ambassador-General Butah
Honorary Member of the Madrigan Nobility

A message is sent by Alex to Phalanix High Comand (the PSS Dark Cloud) saying that a reblion has risen up and has almost killed Zero. It also says requesting Elites ASAP

The Count Rafiel, despite the internal affair that affliges his country, called the aid of the guard of the House of Duldûr.

100 men were sent. They are man-hunters, specialized as snipers, bodyguards, and sabotage. They will hunt the rebel leaders and protect the most important personalities of the preeminent elven families in Cyberutopia.

Prince Kithail promised that when seize power, he will send troops and aid to support the Cyberutopian goverment.

*Emperor Gorrm confers with General Gaarm*

"Thress and I were there. These rebels are little more than offal to be fed to the Newts. They would slay innocents; they have no honor."

"What were their capabilities that you saw?"

"Poor, but they are desperate. And desperation can fuel tragedy. I implore you to mobilize our forces in aid to the leaders of Cyberutopia and quell this xeno-phobistic rebellion. First it is the Elves, and then who is next?"

"Hrrrrmmmm....I can mobilize some forces, but will not commit fully our active units. Not until we see what the situation truly is like."

"Very good, General. I'm certain any measures you take will be sufficient."

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<<Encrypted Laser-pulse transmission>>
<<Target: Cyberutopian Defense>>
<<Sender: General Gaarm; Sakkra>>
We hear your call. The Emperor has ordained you are worthy of aid. Whether this is truly the case, we shall see. The forces I am committing to your national stability are as follows...

15,000 TacArmor Troopers (light exoskeleton powered armor) with standard armament
2,500Horde Suits with Mark II Chunk Projecters and Garu X pulse-pistols
2,500 Horde Suits with Mass Driver Rifles v1.3 and Garu X pulse-pistols
500 Skeen Special Operations agents
500 Newt Amphibious Transports
150 Sweeper Mark II AI Drones (airborne)
200 Cutter Hover Defense AI Drones
50 Thumper Mobile Assault Tanks
50 Titan Transport aircraft
3500 support personnel

These should aid in fortifying your weakest positions.

General Gaarm, out.
<<Transmission link severed>>

Part of The Federation of Baladir's evening news special-

Earlier today, Baladir's Supreme Consul made an international statement condemning the rebellion in Cyberutopia, but regrettfully informs the people of Cyberutopia that Baladir will not be able to send aid due to it's incredibly small size and lack of proper funding. Here is a excerpt from the Supreme Consul's address:

"... though Baladir supports Cyberutopia, the sending of aid could result in an economical recession and possible retaliations from the Anti-Elvish rebels, which, in it's current state, The Federation of Baladir would not be capable of withstanding..."

However, the Ruling Band of Consuls is contemplating sending some MINIMAL amounts of funding, but right now, the details of that amount are highly sketchy. In other news tonight, armed robbers assaulted and...

*frowns*

we'll just be keeping an eye on things for now...

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Nia Starr, KSC
Head Assistant to Chaos
Empire of Eris Kallisti

OOC: anyways to contact the rebels?

The President nodded after several reports had flooded in of rebel distrurbance in Cyberutopia.

He spoke to his aide, "Contact the government. I, myself, and I'm sure the people of New Genoa support the 'loyalists', but ask if the People may be granted several more business rights also."

"Right away, Mr. President."

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

"The elves aren't being accepted in this nation... or anywhere else for that matter. Father told the nations of the world to respect all creatures, including elves."

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Nova: "Mission...accepted."

In the cover of the night 1 pelican drop ship hovered over Adam's Warthog. A lone figure droped down to the ground and was fallowed by a pair of fairly large bags.

Looks like all goes well in the Allied Powers...

-Nik

1 Phallanxian Shadow fox special ops group has been dispatched to help the government forces

this consists of 6 vanguardII blacknight dropships
1 IFV
1APC
4LSV's

120 SPARTAN II's
60 Command operators

this is a snatch force not a mainline combat force give us a target list and we will take them out

Umm... by the way... the 1 million TDP troops are recalled from New Genoa for... unspecified reasons.

-Nik

OOC: The war got ignored. :cry:

IC: We await Cyberutopia's response. Currently, the President has issued a bill to the Senate for ratification of military action.

Well, I have nothing to do today (hurricane), so is there anything for me to do?

-Nik

The lone figure walked into the mansion and started looking for the Countess

*recent report from Tiburon*

The proposed action by former president Nova Starfighter to send Gundams into Cyberutopia had been denied, sending them instead to the NATO front in Korea and towards New Genoa.

((Sorry for the delay.))

Phalanix: ((I suggest you move into the Countess Lafiël thread.))

Belem: ((Yeah, just say you've got the rebel freq. They've put it out all over the world.))

IC:

NG: The viewscreen flashes to life and the features of Fenix Hyashiari, People's Representative of Cyberutopia, appear.

"In response to your earlier question, the government does what the majority of the People want. We try to be a pure democracy, always following what the People want. We allow complete freedom of speech so the People can express themselves, what ever their views, but these capitalist and anti-elf rebels have recently been moved towards violence by an outside force, we believe. If the People want more capitalist freedoms, then they get them. But, the People are content, and they have told me they feel no need to be more linient on business."

Phallanx: "We thank you for your support. What we really need right now is the identity of the rebel leader and his lieutenants, if he has any. Once they have been identified, hopefully with your help, then we can discuss the actions to be taken. I'll give you the comm freqency you can contact the SpecOps division through."

Encrypted Comm Freq. Sent

TDP: Yes, you can help us. That would be greatly appreciated.

Baladir: "There is no need to place a small nation such as your's at risk. Do not worry about aiding us."

Sakkra: "Thank you General. We look foward to the arrival of your assistance. I assure you, we are well worth the effort."

Aelosia:

Communiqe to The House Duldûr:

Thank you for your support. Send our greatest thanks to the Count for his continuing assistance.

Communiqe to Prince Kithail:

"We are sorry, but we wish to remain neutral in the current war between the Princes of Aelosia. We cannot accept your aid if you do come to power."

((Tell me, are the Houses of Aelosia independent of the royalty?))

Slutbum Wallah: "Are you really that sure you wish to assist the rebels? They are not superior to us, and we implore you to turn back your forces. They shall merely bring corruption through monopolies and big business, and oppression to the lower classes of the nation."

Fenix turns to his military officials behind him. He walks off camera to talk to the one who looks like he is an Admiral of the navy. When Fenix returns, his face is still in the emotionless pose he uses for diplomatic conversations with potential enemies.

"As for your 'Pro-Human' leauge, they will be denied access to our waters. Period."

Erm... negative. Sorry. But good luck. Hurricane should be gone soon.

-Nik

Celdonia sends a message of support to the legitimate government of Cyberutopia. Unfortunately however, we are currently engaged in a peace keeping operation in Jigoku, which is currently suffering from a similar rebel uprising, and can therefore only offer limited material support. Should your situation deterioriate we shall be willing to reconsider, and indeed take the matter the the wider CACE membership.

In the meantime, we wish you every success in supressing this rebellion.

Celdonian Foreign Minister.

President Carter nodded after watching the speech of Hyashiari. "Very well. Tonight, I shall discuss this issue with my cabinet, but until then we cannot promise any military support. However, you can expect plenty of moral support as we despise those who use hate violence to solve their problems."

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

Celdonia: "Thank you for your support. Hmm, about the CACE...is SeOCC still the leader?"

TDP: "Oh...I see. Very well."

5 hours later 3 Drop ships flew towards the Cyberutopia airport and 2 squadrens of Spartans (mixed edtions) left 2 of the drop ships. The third one opened up and roped a MAB and a Warthog falloweed by 3 Elites

New Genoa: "We thank you for your support, and we hope you can help us, in whatever way."

Phalanix: About 10 troops approach to greet the Phalanix forces.

"Follow us, we'll take you to the Military HQ. I only hope the rebels aren't sieging it again." The lead trooper says.

*message transmitted to rebel camp. The message comes from field agents outside of Belem.*

"We are greatly interested in helping your cause...If you need any weaponary including small tactical nuclear devices contact me via this number (telephone number of the agents cell phone follows). Over and out."

"All right let me load up my men," the head Elite says as he orders one of the Elites into the tank and 5 others jumped on. While the main elite went to the Warthog and jumpe don the turet and his drive and pasenger boarded quickly

We know you´re neutral. As a matter of fact, with the support of the Menelmacari we have achieved victory now, so the civil war has ended. The Noble Houses of Aelosia are independent of the monarchy, but are submitted to obey the ruling prince´s orders. However, the noble´s opinions are as important as the prince´s commands (Prince Ma´El forgot about that, that was one of the causes of the rebellion). The Prince is elected by the most important nobles of the Houses. Now that Prince Ma´El is deposed, a new election soon will take place.

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Prince Kithail Hyral. Lord Protector of Aelosia

Celdonia: "Thank you for your support. Hmm, about the CACE...is SeOCC still the leader?"

OOC: CACE has no leadership. Although Seocc is an active member he's never been the leader. CACE headquarters are actually in Celdonia, but again, I'm not the leader either.

Belem: The leader nods as he listens to the transmission.

He takes out his cell phone and dials the agent's number. When it is picked up, the leader says, "I see. We will look into your offer for nuclear weapons and other arms. Thank you."

Click

Back in the Military HQ

"Sir, intercepted phone call!"

"Well what are you waiting for, let me hear it."

"Yes sir...here it is...'I see. We will look into your offer for nuclear weapons and other arms. Thank you.'"

"Oh...no. Continue to monitor the situation. I need to go inform the others."

At the Airfield

The troop nods and the men get into three armored jeeps. The jeeps take off, leading the men to the nearest base camp. As the Phalanix troops follow, they see gutted out buildings, pockmarked streets, all the horrors of a civil war. They soon reach the base camp, charged with defending the airfield. The commander there approaches the troops, and greets the Phalanix forces.

Aelosia: "I see. If you wish, you may send forces. Congratulations of bringing peace to Aelosia so quickly. We hope you shall not make the same mistakes Ma'El did."

Celdonia: "Ok. Thank you for the information."

"I see this cil war has hit a fairly high level. I hope it dosn't hit a class 10," the Comanding Phalanix Elite says

On the horizon, a fleet of humongous transports can be seen, with sleek fighter escorts all around them. The 50 Titan II transport Craft have arrived, with their 150 Sweeper escorts.

"Cyberutopian Control, this is Commander Jheer of the Sakkran Defense Forces. We need a large LZ to unload the units, please advise."

The Aelosian commandos were dropped in perfect formation, then they put on their Ellohär cloaks and turn invisible.

Through the communicators the metallic, emotionless voice of the commander could be heared "Search the rebel HQ, the intercepted call will show the location. Once there, don´t let any of the rebel escape alive, I want snipers around the building. If they get some nukes, this country will turn into a time bomb. We need to sever their connection with Belem."

The Inquisitor smiled to himself turned off the cellphone and walked across the park and took a different cellphone out of his pocket and punched in a number when the reciever is picked up on the other end the Inquisitor says in church latin(a variant of latin.) "Contact has been made. Contact is interested. Request list of al agents currently operating in Cyberutopia. Next login in 2 hours." he closed the line and and turned off the phone to stop any tracking.

He thought to himself "this phone will only get a few more days of use before it becomes comprimised better get some more."

Sakkra: "Please unload at coordinates 506, -1238. The LZ is hot, we apologize. That's where we need you most." A military air controller tells the lead dropship.

Phalanix: The commander nods in agreement. He looks tired.

A beeping starts neaby, and the commander goes awy for a moment. "We've got a sortie for you. A nearby LZ is hot with bogies. We need support for our troops there. Can you assist them?"

Sakkra: "Please unload at coordinates 506, -1238. The LZ is hot, we apologize. That's where we need you most." A military air controller tells the lead dropship.

Phalanix: The commander nods in agreement. He looks tired.

A beeping starts neaby, and the commander goes awy for a moment. "We've got a sortie for you. A nearby LZ is hot with bogies. We need support for our troops there. Can you assist them?"

Sakkra: "Please unload at coordinates 506, -1238. The LZ is hot, we apologize. That's where we need you most." A military air controller tells the lead dropship.

Phalanix: The commander nods in agreement. He looks tired.

A beeping starts neaby, and the commander goes awy for a moment. "We've got a sortie for you. A nearby LZ is hot with bogies. We need support for our troops there. Can you assist them?"

Sakkra: "Please unload at coordinates 506, -1238. The LZ is hot, we apologize. That's where we need you most." A military air controller tells the lead dropship.

Phalanix: The commander nods in agreement. He looks tired.

A beeping starts neaby, and the commander goes awy for a moment. "We've got a sortie for you. A nearby LZ is hot with bogies. We need support for our troops there. Can you assist them?"

"Acknowledged. Climbing and heading for coordinates."

25 of the Sweeper Escorts break off and head towards the 'Hot Zone' in advance of the transports. They'll be dropping anti-personnel bombs on the rebels command center, if there is one. At the very least, large groupings of rebels will be the target. In the event SAMs are launched, they will deploy chaff and fire their pulse-laser cannons at them.

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The transports themselves begin hot-dropping the powered-armor clad Horde Troopers. They drop from a hatch in the bottom of the transport, and activate their boost packs.

"Don´t launch any missiles to the rebel´s HQ!". The message runs through the comms to the Sakkra commander. "Our commandos are inside the building, if you fire any missiles you´ll blow up them too!"

"Acknowledged. Routing orders to Sweeper AI Control."

"AI control acknowledges. Happy hunting!"

"Targetting armored vehicles and targets of opportunity. Clearing an LZ. 250 Horde Troopers are on their way to engage rebel forces."

"We will cooperate with your Horde troopers. Sector cleared, you may enter. We will cover you"

"Message acknowledged. Sweepers will soften armored targets. Expect engagement in 5. Hot-dropped Horde Troopers are enroute and will engage in 6. Advise for targets."

The Titan II transports begin to slow to 100 kph, and the huge cargo doors open while still in flight. Commander Jheer is in TacArmor, yelling as loud as his powerful lungs can to the assembled Hordes-men.

"They have insulted the name of Sakkra, and for that they will see death. Death as it gnaws on their entrails and splits their skulls! Death like they have never seen before! No mercy given, none asked! Sound the Horn of Mourning, for a funeral procession flies, with blood on its teeth!"

A long, low, loud bellow is amplified through the external speakers of the Titans. "For Emperor and Homeland! Victory!" The assembled horde roars loudly, and leaps out of the airborne transports! Engaging their boost packs, 750 more Horde Troopers fly towards the battlefield.

On the shores of Cyberutopia, 500 Newt Amphibious Troop Transports rise from the sea like great beasts, and begin making their way inland.

A MASQUE Agent casually approaches Supreme Commander Bernior's office in Clivehim CENTCOM, a briefcase labeled MASQUE attached to his wrist by handcuffs. He ducks aside from a man scurrying along with a stack of papers, steps over a file bin, brushes past an MP and steps into the doorway. Across the room, he makes eye contact with the 5-Star General and shifts his grip on the briefcase handle.

Bernior, idly rapping a ballpoint pen against the edge of his desk, returns the stare to the agent and motions him inside. The Agent obliges, striding up to the desk and opening the briefcase after fiddling with the lock on it. He retrieves several sets of documents from the briefcase and lays them in front of the General, then crosses his arms behind his back.

Bernior skims through the documentation and, after flicking his finger against the last page thoughtfully, lays them to the side. He returns his stare to the Agent and leans forward.

"SOLDAT, Division 7."

The MASQUE Agent makes eye contact with Bernior.

"On who's side, sir?"

Bernior almost gives off a wide grin, but witholds it as he raises his left eyebrow.

"You know which side."

The Agent nods quietly, and renders a snappy Clivehimian salute to the Commander.

Bernior lights a cigar, leaning back in his chair as 214 miles away, Clivehim's most infinitely elite team of soldiers, SOLDAT Team 7, is scrambled onto a C-130 and dispatched to CyberUtopia.

Clivehim: Four jets pull up behind the incoming C-130.

"Unidentified C-130, this is Cyberutopian airspace. Identify yourselves or risk being shot down." The scrambled voice orders through the C-130's radio.

Phallanx's shadow fox unit has established it's command center in a hanger at a milatry airfeild 8 phallanxian Plantir intelSats have been tasked to take geosyncronous orbit over Cyberutopia

A transmission is received by Cyberutopia's commanders:

"Leaders of the great people of Cyberutopia,

"In accord with the ancient bonds that our people have had to your nation at times we are offering our assistance in the breaking of this tide of hate that is sweeping into your country, apparently from foreign lands.

"We have made preparations to transfer arms, supplies, and even some men to aid your efforts. We only await your word and we will send what you find to be in need.

"Our massive transport craft can bear in whatever supplies and weapons you need, as well as men from our military who can assist you in the purging of this vile hatred from Cyberutopia.

"Good sirs, we await your word. And at your word we will give of ourselves unto you."

Radio Reponse:
"Hail, CyberUtopian allies. We are ordered to provide neutral relief aid to the citizens of CyberUtopia via paradrop of food and medical supplies. We are currently beginning to pass over the drop zone, and are preparing to begin the drops."

The pilot simulcasts his message on Clivehim's military frequency #7702, indicating that his aircraft is in distress. Thirty eight seconds later, a squadron of six F-16 aircraft are taken off from the TPR Commissioner Aircraft carrier, blaring towards the potential conflict at nearly Mach 1.2, ECM Pods activated.

Meanwhile, inside the C-130, the members of SOLDAT 7 are busy suiting themselves up into their night camoflauge. The Team Captain looks to his Lieutenant as he double-checks the safety on his sidearm.
"Have you briefed the men on our deployment method?"
The Lieutenant shakes his head, and turns to the squad.
"Alright ladies, listen up. You see those wooden crates labelled "food" and "medicine" off in the corner of the cargo hold? When we bail, we're going to be holding onto those for dear life for as long as possible, meaning not until I give the radio order. At such a time you will release your respective crate and pull your chute. The pilot's going to bank right as we're jumping, so don't worry about getting smacked on the head by a crate. You are all already aware of our rally point, and I expect all of you to be assembled there within 20 minutes after our inital jump. UNDERSTOOD?"
"YESSIR!" they reply in unison.
The captain, satisfied with the Lieutenants briefing, takes one last, long deep drag on his cigarette, and it doesn't take a lot of perception to see that he's relishing it. He snuffs it on the back of his wrist and tosses it to the side, then pulls the chest strap on his parachute tighter.
"Alright, you hooligans... time to fly."

Radio transmission:
"CyberUtopian comrades, behold Clivehim's generous gifts to your most noble people!"

The conveyor belt in the cargo hold activates as the Hercules banks to the right, and a row of crates come sailing out of the exit ramp, spiralling into the night sky and below the cloud ceiling, out of sight

OOC: Bear in mind, Clivehim's intentions aren't known yet. It could be for good or for ill.... /OOC


Meanwhile, a lone HAVOC craft slowly cruises along the surface of a waterbed just outside CyberUtopia. It slows down for about three seconds, and after four or five minutes, nearly unnoticeable splashes can be seen sprouting up behind it. After the splashes settle, the craft immediately speeds up to 60 mph and bolts out of the area.

Two or three tiny, marble-sized bubbles sprout up from the water about 50 yards from the coast.

A few moments later, another few bubbles sprout up about 30 yards from it.

A few moments later, 10 yards.

A small periscope-shaped tube with a green backlighting on the end of it emerges from the surface of the water, rotating a full 360 degrees before submerging again.

More bubbles.

14 seconds later, the dripping figures of 8 SOLDAT troops rise from the surface of the water simultaneously, MP5SD5's raised, pointing in different directions. The only sounds to be heard are the soft hissing sounds of the air intake valve as they inhale and exhale through the CO tanks in their scuba gear. They glide across the water like swan as they slowly advance towards the coast.

The first soldier to step onto the beach abruptly stops and kneels down, motioning for his comrades to do the same. He taps his helmet and holds out his hand, fingers pointing to the entire team. He then taps his set of helmet-mounted NVG's and pulls them over his eyes. He motions towards the trees across the beach, then clenches a fist and makes a yanking-downwards motion.
In a half-crouched position, the SOLDATs scurry across the beachhead and advance towards the treeline, towards CyberUtopia.

"You got it. RS UNIT STAND TALL!" the Elite says as 2 women and one man stand in a saluting postion infront of the comanding Elite "You 3 stay here. The rest of us are going to kill some rebels!"

OOC: Just so you know, the Horde Troopers tactics involve getting real up close and personal, firing as they close. I need to know what the rebels are doing, so I can order units effectively.

((Hope you don't mind a tank coming into the fray. This is gona be fun))

Another transmission is sent to the rebels from the same field agent "We can also provide your men with training. We already have agents in country and can bring in more and make contact."

*bump*

Shadow Fox Command

X8112 walks into the breifing room "right we have our first target (tango1)" he pauses to pass round packs of photo's "this is a main rebel we have had under surveillance and now were going for the takedown we want him alive and talking. the hit is at his home 2 blacknights with LSV's the APC and command so 78 SPARTAN's Ok people lets move out"

78 SPARTANS in black armour move across to their VanguardII Blacknight Dropships and load up

(the Blacknight is a Stealth version of the Vanguard I it has mufflers andstealth coatings it also has a more advanced vision package under the nose)

The dropships head silently though the sky to the target The assault is sudden and brutal the dropships come in low to a suburban house with large grounds Dropping off SPARTANS as the move in to form a perimeter. An APC is dropped in front of the house and used as a ram to reverse through the wall of the house and 20 SPARTAN's pile out weapons at the ready and sweep the house 6 men are found in the kitchen and are dragged outside Plasticuffed and loaded into dropships
to be flown back to the base.

Phallanx: The six men surrender their weapons from the shock of an APC suddenly coming through the wall. Three more men run into what's left of the kitchen, firing their assault rifles on full automatic.

Belem: The leader picks up his cell phone from the table next to him. From within his makeshift fortress formed from an old garrison, surrounded by machine gun turrets and spotlights, he converses with the Belem agent, saying that he would appreciate his men being trained by such great nations as Belem.

Sakkra: As the Horde Troopers land on the LZ, a rocket speeds out of a window, impacting near the front of the Sakkrans. Machine gun fire roars from the surrounding houses, as the rebels fire, move, conceal themselves, and fire another burst.

((the rebels use gurellia tactics, so your troops are going to have a harder time.))

Clivehim: "Very well." The fighter leader radios to the Clivehim C-130.

The four fighters peel away from the transport, and resume their patrol. As he flies away, he sends a tightbeam transmission to the Cyberutopian Central Military Command.

"Suspicious activity from an old Clivehim C-130. They appeared apruptly, claiming they were here to give humanitarian support. Recommendation that further activities by Clivehim be watched."

WA: "We thank you for your support, Western Asia. At the moment, we have everything we need in terms of supplies. However, there is something. Reports have come in that the rebels are trying to gain access to nuclear weapons. We need a nation to help our navy secure the port cities, and make sure there is [i]no]/i] way that the rebels can gain access to weapons of mass destruction. If they do, the entire nation will go down in flames."

"do we need to paradrop into the country? Or can you provide a guide in a city to bring our men to you?"

Suddenly at the rebel controlled area assigned to the Elite's a massive Scorpion MAB Tank with 2 snipers and 2 Elites on it open fire on the rebel force in the area

The ShadowWeaver commando sees the rebel firing the rocket in the window through the scope of his rifle, and pulls the trigger.

The rebel takes the shot in the forehead, dissolving into a pile of ashes.

"One down, sir", the message were sent from ten of the snipers in the nearby roofs at the same time.

Inside the building, two of the rebels falls, their throats siltted by an invisible and reckless enemy. "Two more down, sir, we're looking for the leader now"

a Message to Cyberutopia

We are offering our help to help with your rebel problem.

Emperor Trekked said as his last wish that we help you however we can.

From the Communist Party of Trasa

ST: "We thank you very much. At the moment, stopping the rebel leader ASAP is parmount."

Aelosia: The rebels become aware of a threat inside their building, and they warily look around, searching for the unseen foe.

Phalanix: Seven rebels fall from the intial assault of the tank. Another turns and fires a rocket straight into the turret of the tank, before he is cut down by a Horde Trooper.

Belem: "We would gladly provide a guide. We will need the locations of your men, so we can bring them to the leader." A lieutenant of the rebel leader tells the Belem agent.

In Cyberutopian Military HQ

"Do you think they fell for it, sir?"

"Let's hope so..."

Suddenly a pair of snipers open fire on the rebles as the tank continues to fire it's main cannon and the 2 Elites start throwing grenades
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"Damn it I'm not liking this," a RS Lt. says to another RS member.
"Ya lets coack and scope out the area," a RS Private says as she cloaks as do her counterparts

20 TSD troops get paradroped close to the fighting and once they set down they immediatly go to a building and dig in and start to fire on any rebels in sight

"We will land in (gives the name of a small out of the way city). Code word is Zebra. Our men will meet your guide at baggage claim. We will be sending 20 agents."

Agents begin boarding planes in different neutral countries no more then 2 at each airport and prepare to converge in Cyber.

the Trasians get pinned down by rebel forces in a old apartment.

Trasian officer on Radio:We are pinned down control. we cannot move out without being killed. SEND REINFORCMENTS! yeah this is Officer Kisage Who the heck you think it is? NO YOU LISTEN TO ME! either you send reinforcments or we all die here.

hangs up radio.

the Officer turns to his remaining 12 troopers

Officer:ok set up those portable MG42's and start to fire on the Rebels.

The 3 RS members pick up the transmission from the Trasians and starts on the move to there location

Trasian Trooper:MG42's are ready sir.

Officer:good then fire when ready. and conserve as much ammo as you can on those things.

MG42's start fireing

Two more men are killed from the forces with the tank. One of the rebels is wounded greviously by the TSD troops, and another is shredded under the torrent of bullets.

At the Airport of The Minor City of Cyteria

5 guides approach the Belem agents.

"Are the Zebras ready? We hope the meat is fresh, because we really want those Zebras." One of the guides says. (translation: Is everything you're offering ready? It had better work out, because we really need the support.)

The five guides take 4 Belem agents a piece, and take them through different routes to the rebel leader's location. Once they reach a particularly messed up part of town, they stop and walk three blocks (seperately) to the garrison. The agents and guides are hurried inside, and it appears that they were not followed. As the agents are taken into a particularly dark room, they are told to sit and wait for the leader to come and talk to them.

a plane flies over the roof of the apartment and drops 12 Troopers

the Troopers land right on the roof and immediatly go to the third floor where the other TSD troops are

meanwhile on the third floor they stop to reload (there are 3 MG42's) and 6 Troopers reload while the other 6 throw grenades at the rebels positions

The Inquisitors remain standing most of them clutching their shoulder holsters just in case. 5 of the Inquisitors sit down in the chair.

Suddenly befor a rebel can ope fire on a Trasian Trooper he suddenly exploded from the force of one of the RS canester rifles

Off in the deepest woods of CyberUtopia, the tiny pairs of green lights on the nightvision goggles of SOLDAT Team 6 can be seen slowly advancing towards a supposed Rebel establishment. No sounds are made as they advance; not a leaf ruffling, not a twig snapping. Only rubber combat boots soundlessly pressing against the ground as the SOLDATs approach the rebel site with a single thought in their mind: Kill indiscriminately and without retaliation.

The captain taps a small switch on his NVG's, and one of the green lights over his eyes turns red, switching to thermal vision. Almost immediately he detects the body heat emanating from another individual patrolling the woodlands less than 40 yards away. Another concentration of people can be seen further down towards the rebel establishment. The captain flicks the switch in a different direction, and the other eye light turns red as well. He turns towards the rest of the squad and makes a heartbeat pumping motion with his hand. He then holds out his index finger, slowly drawing it back to his fist. Correspondingly, the SOLDATs unsafety their SMG's and switch to thermal vision. They take a kneeling position and quietly look skyward expectantly.

About 15 minutes pass.

Abruptly, a massive wooden crate suddenly smashes into the ground 75 yards ahead, right by the rebel encampment.

Fourteen seconds later, another crate hits the ground, smashing a sapling to pieces.

Crates suddenly begin raining from the sky, smashing down upon the rebels wildly in a flurry of splinters.

SOLDAT Team 6's Captain suddenly starts to feel a faint buzzing in his ear, signaling an incoming transmission into his codec. He taps the side of his helmet, and a clear signal from the SOLDAT 7 captain transmits:
"Sally 6, Sally 6... Sally 7 is floating, copy, Sally 7 is floating. Has wooden armament collided, over?"

The captain lets himself grin under his black face mask, and taps his mouthpiece to whisper his response:
"Sally 7, this is Sally 6. Crates are falling like rain, over. Sally 6 prepared to tango when Sally 7 has the extra partygoers, over."


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The members of SOLDAT 7 float softly down into the treeline, carefully keeping as far apart as possible before converging on a single landing site as the troops land one by one and cover their comrades. They land soundlessly, and each within two seconds of landing unholster their M4 rifles and affix their sound suppressors. They sprint from the landing zone, rifle butts to shoulders as they approach the rebel encampment with their thermal goggles on.

The Captain stops about 74 yards from the establishment and signals to Lieutenant Figaro, the team's sniper. Figaro inquires the distance, and clicks his infa-red rifle scope appropriately. He lies down on his belly and aims towards the establishment, observing the figures moving about within his scope. He counts the number, reports it to the captain with a quick hand motion, and unsafes his Steyr Scout.

The Captain nods, and mutters into his codec:
"Tango starts in three-zero. Make sure your partygoers are ready to dance."

The Captain looks to his men, who are unfastening their flashbang, fragmentation and smoke grenades from their shoulder straps. As if the rebels won't be confused enough from the crates, now they're going to be confused, blind, coughing and dead.

He looks back over his shoulder and inspects the sights on his rifle before staring at the soft, wet grass at his feet for a few moments... when the time has passed, he looks up with a firm look on his face, staring at his men, who are nearly invisible in the darkness in all respects except for the red glows staring back at him from their thermal goggles.

He grips his fist and makes a yanking motion, and 3 flashbang, 2 smoke and 3 fragmentation grenades are lobbed into the rebel encampment. A wail of gunfire from follows, both from SOLDAT 7 and SOLDAT 6 positioned in the east.

A helicopter comes in with a Panzer IV with the TSD symbol on it and once it is down it starts to fire it's main cannon at Rebel positions

Trasian Officer:The Heavy armors here. lay down cover fire for it!

23 Trasian Troopers open fire on rebel positions and suspected positions

Clivehim: As the crates land at the rebel's feet, they are utterly confused. They remain confused until one of them is blown to bloody shreds by a grenade. Another falls to one knee, ready for anything, but is pitched backwards from a half-dozen bullets inpacting into his chest, a few blasting out of his back, one shattering his spine. The other stand in a blind stupor for a few seconds as they are enveloped by smoke, before two more are killed by the silent death from the black of the forest. The others suddenly regain awareness of their situation, and fill the forest's edge with automatic weapons fire.

At Cyberutopian Military HQ

"Sir, there is a report of sudden firefight near the Utako Woods."

"Hmmm, do a flyby, then send in a pair of recon jeeps. I wonder what's going on out there."

"Yes, sir."

Belem: "Are they in position?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Begin the killing-phase"

"Yes, sir."

In the room, poison-tipped spines jab from the chairs into the backs of the seated Belem agents. Tiny holes open in the walls, and spikes shoot from the holes, propelled by compressed gas, filling the room with lethal steel spikes. After the spikes are finished shooting, troops flood the room, and floodlights fill the room with stark white light. The troops check for any signs of life in the agents.

in a attack Trasian helicopter a trasian goes on a loudspeaker and blares at the rebels

Give it up! we have the town surrounded and as we speak 200,000 TSD troops are marching here to THIS TOWN.

so i repeat surrender and you will be treated well

the choppers ready their rockets just in case they deny their offer

if you Don't surrender we will level this city and the forests untill we kill every singal 1 of you

The 3 RS members still cloaked start leaving the seen and head back for the Warthog and a waiting Spartan

ST: "Sorry, but you have no right to declare that you will level our cities and forests. You are guests in our nation, no matter the circumstances, and we would expect you to act as such."

Phalanix: A rebel with a recoilless rifle sneaks away from the scene of conflict. As he sneaks away in cowardice, not wanting to die, but knowing his commander will kill him if he expresses a will to not die. However, as he sees a Warthog merely idiling, the rebel decides to take the opportunity in a burst of courage, and sights his crosshairs upon the combat jeep. He fires, sending the projectile right into the underside of the Warthog.

OOC:it is a bluff. i would never level a city without your permission

((oh....heh. Go on, then.))

Suddenly the rebel sees a pitch black enegy blade thrust into his chest and into his heart. Then a female figure appering out of no where and blasting his head off

the Trasian army of 200,000 moves in with Tanks and armed with Bizon-2's

Officer:OK MEN! LET'S TANK THIS TOWN INTACT! no blowing up entire buildings and NO KILLING CIVILIANS!

The rebel looks at the blade protruding from his chest, then at the woman before him. He slowly closes his eyes, and hears a gunshot. Then...nothing.

A lone Spartan runs from the tank and over to the warthog and flips it over an dlooks over the damage and begens working on it the best he can while the other 2 RS members still cloaked covered him.

The rebels are slowly pushed back by the Trasian, Sakkran, and Phalanixian forces. A retreat is called, and they start a fighting retreat back to reinforcements. Unfortunatly for them, they retreat right into a "U" shape of Cyberutopian elites at the bottom of the "U" and armor in the foward elements of the "U". The "U" closes around the remaining rebels, becoming an "O", and they are systymatically eliminate the remainder of the rebels. The "U" flattens out, into a "___" in the case of an attack from the next large concentration of rebels, which would come from a "^" direction. The commander waits for the forigen commanders to arrive, and he sets up a firebase.

Map

Key:

o=forigen troops
_=Cyberutopian defensive line
:::=rebel line
F=firebase
C=conflict

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((brb in a while))

((alright, see ya))

WA: "We thank you for your support, Western Asia. At the moment, we have everything we need in terms of supplies. However, there is something. Reports have come in that the rebels are trying to gain access to nuclear weapons. We need a nation to help our navy secure the port cities, and make sure there is no way that the rebels can gain access to weapons of mass destruction. If they do, the entire nation will go down in flames."

This is indeed something to be concerned by. We will mobilize a portion of a Grand Fleet to assist your patrols and naval operations. You can expect arrival in a few days' time.

"We thank you very much. :) "

Trasian officer:are you rebels sure you don't wanna surredner? your surrounded

the 200,000 Troopers move quickly to block any exits

((The remaining rebels aren't surrounded. We killed all of those, and now we must contest with a stronger rebel fortification. And just so you know, we are fighting our way through the rebel's main lines. If we get though these, we will get to the main rebel base. However, there are a lot of things to go wrong...))

OCC: oh sure i'll just knock on their front door. if they don't open it up i will blow a HUGE hold in it

((Haha, no, really, I've got a lot of things up my sleeve... :twisted: ))

A few hundred miles from Cyberutopia
Numerous Western Asian ships--the contents of two whole Naval-Land Strike Teams--move swiftly onwards towards the shores of Cyberutopia. Vice-Admiral Levavi, of he Royal Palms conflict, commands the Task Force.

Aboard the ships, men prepare the small craft and missile boats for extended patrols and load additional ammunition for the main guns of the larger vessels.

Lieutenant-Sniper Figaro of SOLDAT 7 pauses, watching a rebel emerge from his tent, arms flailing as flames engulf his body. He opens his other eye, looking at the flaming figure scopelessly as he runs among his rebel comrades helplessly as he burns to death. He closes the eye, peering at the flaming figure through his infa-red scope, following it in the crosshairs silently, ignoring the hails of gunfire around him. He pauses for a breath, then pulls the trigger.

A spatter of fluid sprouts out from the head, and the figure rocks back as though it's taken a blow to the head. The rebel hits the ground with a thud, flames engulfing the body as his rebel brethren join him in death. Figaro pulls the jerks back on a handle on the shaft of the rifle, knocking the empty rifle shell out of the Steyr Scout's chamber and loading it with a fresh one. He looks back into his scope, staring at the flaming body of the dead rebel as SOLDAT Team 6 closes in on the encampment and finishes off the remainder of the rebel force. The body twitches, most likely from some nerves that just refuse to die. Figaro squints, frustrated, and safes his rifle before rising from his position in the soft, wet grass. He loosens the chest strap on his ghillie suit and walks toward the rest of the SOLDATs, whipping his rifle over his shoulder by the strap.

He silently walks up to the burning body of the rebel as the rest of the SOLDATs check the bodies of the rebels for any signs of life.

One rebel nearby that has taken several chest shots rolls over onto his back, groaning voicelessly as blood fills his lungs. Obligingly, Corporal Grant of SOLDAT 6 steps up to the rebel, Desert Eagle unholstered, and shoots him in the face. The rebel stops groaning.

Figaro withdraws a Newport from his coat pocket and lights it on the burning body of the dead rebel he shot. He takes a long, solemn drag on his cigarette as he watches his comrades finish off any rebels that still carry any sign of life. He looks back to the dead rebel, and squints quietly.
"Sleep now in the fire." he says, and spits on the body. He takes another drag off the cigarette and flicks it onto the corpse.

SOLDAT 7's Captain Charon emerges from the treeline, turning off his codec communicator after finishing with a brief conversation with Clivehim CENTCOM. He props a cigarette into his mouth and cups his hand around his lighter, flicking it several times.
"LADIES! Guess where we get to go next?"
The SOLDATs look up with some disinterest, fully aware that this was just a very easy warm-up for what's to come.
"Judging by your expressions, you apparently already know. That's right, after seeing our performance this lovely evening, CENTCOM has ordered us to hit their primary rebel base. Shouldn't be too hard, seeing how such pushovers these retards are."
The Captain walks over to the burning body by Figaro and kicks it right in the head, snapping the neck clean in half.

"Dustoff is coming in 15 minutes. They've got ammo and supplies onboard, and we're going straight there. Fortunately we've got an advance bombing coming right up to provide for some confusion while we sneak in."

At that moment, the squadron of F-16's summoned by the C-130 can be heard blaring overhead, headed for the deeper depths of CyberUtopia.

Figaro, staring at the rebel's body, does not look up when he prompts a question to the captain:

"Sir, what the hell are we doing here? These rebels are nothing. CU has tons of international support... they're going to rape this uprising with no casualties with or without us. Why the hell are we going around wasting ammunition on these rag-tag idiots?"
The Captain finally gets a flame going on his lighter, and lights the end of his cigarette. He puffs a few smoke rings into the air.
"Well, Lieutenant" the Captain replies, staring at his cigarette. "You didn't hear it here, but..." he makes eye contact with Figaro "the Commander wants something that belongs to them."

((Sorry, Cyberutopia has no nuclear weapons, except in their heaviest ship-to-ship missiles. If you want to change your post, you could say you want to take over the Earthripper, which is a ground based particle cannon...I'll give you more info if you're interested.))

((Fixed... sorry, I thought I saw someone mention nukes somewhere.))

((Yeah, the rebels are trying to get nukes from Belem, who still hasn't answered.))

((fixed again then))

((So are you going to try to take over one of the two Earthripper stations?))

Off of the coast of Cyberutopia
The pair of strike teams glides silently towards Cyberutopian waters in the inky darkness of midnight. The crews are hard at work, preparing all of the aircraft for operations and the ships for possible combat.

A burst transmission is sent to Cyberutopia's leadership notifying them of the Fleet's arrival and purpose. Then the ships separate into task groups and spread themselves along the coastline.

Within 3 hours' time, the coastline in this sector has been fairly well secured.

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OOC:
Tell me where I am.

Task Force (most of 2 NLSTs):

2- Shore Bombardment Vessels (SBVs)
4- Heavy Bombardment Cruisers (HBCs)
2- Trimaran GM Cruisers
4- Trimaran GM Destroyers
6- Trimaran FD Destroyers (3 are AA/SAM , 2 are TMD, 1 is ASW)
4- Trimaran GM Frigates
8- Trimaran Helicopter Corvettes
18- Fast Attack Missile Boats (FAMBs),
26- Shaldag Mk. II Patrol Boats,

4- Shore Bombardment Support Vessels (SBSVs, mini-carriers*)
2- Special Operations Command/Control Ship (SOCS, deployment vessel**)


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*='Light' VTOL/Amphibious strike carrier (AKA the SBSV (Shore Bombardment Support Vessel) with the following capacity:
16-28 Helicopters or VTOL planes with the ability to launch 6 Helis at once (6 take-off/landing places and one or two elevators to storage). This space for 2 LCACs or HLCACs, along the guidelines of a LHD but reformed to provide less of a radar signature, and of course bearing the Trimaran design for speed and stability. Meant for very close-to-shore/littoral combat duties, in coordination with the SBV (Shore Bombardment Vessel), to support the landing and combat of Marines.

In this case, they will each bear 26 aircraft (approximately with the following distribution):
6 MH-60G Pavehawks
4 MH-53 Pavelows
6 AH-1Z UltraCobra Attack Helicopters
10 F-35 JSFs


**=These platforms can each provide communications and coordination capabilities for about 96 Operators with gear and 200 coordination and command officers. An uplink with various Western Asian satellites is provided on every vessel.

Below is the other info for these vessels.

For this deployment, 2 MH-60G Pavehawks, 1 MH-60S Knighthawk, an EH-60L "Quickhawk" (w/Quickfix III EW/ECM package), an AH-1Z UltraCobra, and a pair of MH-6J MELB Little Birds.

Also aboard are 8 Zodiac F-470 Combat Rubber Raiding/Reconnaissance Craft (CRRC) with Armorflate (inflatable armored panels), and a pair of Mk. V Special Operations Craft (each bearing 4 more CRRCs).

The SOCS vessels are loaded with a mix of Special Naval Units (SNUs, trained for boarding and seizing watercraft) and land-focused special forces teams.

The 98 Aelosian Shadow Weavers exits the building. Two of them were injured by the fall of a wall. They send a message to the Cyberutopia HQ "Sector Clear. Now, Do you need us somewhere else?, we´re waiting instructions of the Count Rafiel, but he doesn`t answer our calls, so, you tell us what to do"

((So are you going to try to take over one of the two Earthripper stations?))

((Possibly. I need more general info on them first, plus whatever information that you think Clivehimian Intelligence might have been able to pull together.))

((ok, what your intel would know is, from past uses of the Earthripper, it leaves a 3 mi. deep, 10 mi. wide crater, it is on an island somewhere to the east of the nation, has massive defenses, and is 2/3 of a mile underneath the surface. It uses massive amounts of power, drains 5 major cities of power/shot, can fire anywhere in the world, and is probably a suicide mission. Things your intel wouldn't now would be there is a second one, and there are only two people who can activate it, and if you try to get to them, they'd probably kill themselves.))

As the dawn rises over Cyberutopia, the numerous vessels of the Western Asian Navy can be spotted sitting off-shore, some of the smaller craft, helicopters, and UAVs skirt the shore as the Western Asian officers search for possible landing sites for contraband.

A delegation is sent by helicopter to meet with Cyberutopia's leaders and to coordinate action in the continuing conflict.

By dawm now 1 Phalanix ship was in the Cyberutopian coatline. The PSV Firestrom sat as if sleeping. On her flight decks men and women were gathering for the upcoming battle ahead

((ok, what your intel would know is, from past uses of the Earthripper, it leaves a 3 mi. deep, 10 mi. wide crater, it is on an island somewhere to the east of the nation, has massive defenses, and is 2/3 of a mile underneath the surface. It uses massive amounts of power, drains 5 major cities of power/shot, can fire anywhere in the world, and is probably a suicide mission. Things your intel wouldn't now would be there is a second one, and there are only two people who can activate it, and if you try to get to them, they'd probably kill themselves.))

((I'm actually a little bit more interested in the design and plans for these devices rather than trying to hijack the actual weapons themselves.))

((ah, ok. You'd find a copy of those owned by the more prominent of the two scientists I mentioned (probably in the HQ of the Scientific Council) , and another copy in Cyberutopian Military Command.))

OOC: Hey, I sell guns. At a reasonable price of course, for an RP buddy....

((Um...ok...am I mistaken, or was that a totally unrelated plug?))

OOC: Hey, all revolutionaries need guns. You want me to RP a salesman coming to meet with them, or you just want me to leave?

((Oh, I see. Yeah, you can come, but do so carefully, we'd hate to have to destroy your nation...))

The Yaldakarri Nation, having been focusing their Satellites on the nation, has decided to take a step in the matter and has dispatched an airial envoy for diplomatic negociations, concerning the present matters that are affecting the nation.

The Ambassador (if he is given entrance); has a dossier that he will present before your leader. The items are listed below and require immediate reply. Simply reply, yes or no.

1. A peace treaty.
2. Opening trade throughout the nation of Yaldakarri and Cyberutopia.
3. Creation of an armed combine of Yaldakarri and Cyberutopia Forces to quell rebellions. [Probably the most important and related matter, second to the peace treaty]

Yes, yes, and yes. We open our arms to all forigen delegates.

((Which terms have you accepted to Cyberutopia?))

The Aelosian Commandos didn´t salute him. They don´t even smile at him.

Rafiel start to think "Maybe they think I left them in the battlefield alone...maybe they now despise because I was get shot with a Ellosar cloak on"

The sergeant, his face emotionless. "Sire, I have bad news for you"

His mind started to run wild "So...I´m charged with treason, I shouln´t beat that drow..."

The sergeant continues "The Civil War has ended..."

"Those aren´t bad news, Sergeant"

"Yes, Sire, but the capital was destroyed, and your father was in the side of the deposed prince Ma´El, so the new goverment has stripped your house of all titles and privileges. Also your sister died during the Menelmacari bombardment of the city"

Rafiel breathes deep, this wasn´t the moment to cry, he could cry later, it will be a plenty of time to do that "All right, that means I´m not anymore the commander of this unit. I can handle that. I´m arrested too, I suppose"

The sergeant nods slowly "Yes...Sire, I´m doing this against my will, but those are my orders. The Dux Admiral send them an hour ago."

Rafiel sees at the destroyed rebel HQ "You guys had some action without me no?. Well Sergeant, fulfill your duty" He raises his hands over his head.

The Sergeant takes out his weapons, and put the force handcuffs in his wrists. "I´m sorry, commander, I hope you could forgive me for this"

"You are just doing your job" Rafiel starts to follow the commandos to the dropship, just looking back to the mansion once...

A Dragon Droid soars over the commandoes' dropship. It was on a route to the Ahb mansion, and looked over the carnage below. It's recognition sensors bleeped at it, and it spiraled down towards the line of commandoes. Landing in front of the troops, it pushed through them to stand before Rafiel. It's recognition sensors confirmed the sighting, and it assumed this was the organism it was sent to protect. In reality, it was a Drago Droid charged with the defense of the Countess Lafiël, but it has seen Rafiel and a bug in it's programming wiped it's recognition sensors, overwriting Rafiel as the one to protect. It stood protectively in front of Rafiel, looking over the commandoes before it with it's mechanical eyes.

((all of them))

"Isn´t that one of our bodyguards droids?" says one of the commandos
"Yes it is" answers a tall drow, dressed in red latex
"And...What the hell is it doin'?"
"I think it´s trying to attack us"
"Why?"
"How the heck I´m supposed to know?"

Rafiel steps forward to the droid "What the f...?. A ShadowDragon here?, and why is he protecting me?, he should be protecting Lafiel!"

A low digitigzed growl emits from the droid, daring any of the commandoes to make a move.

"What do you want, droid?" says Rafiel. You need to protect your real master". Then he turns to the others commandos "Don´t make a move, o that thing is going to cook you..."

He starts to think again..."This things are programmed by DNA, and this one should be programmed to protect Lafiel, not me. Why then is he trying to protect me? Maybe we share the same DNA, o it´s just malfunction?".

He stands in front of the droid and says to the machine "Go, find Lafiel, she´s going to need you, go now, I´m not in danger here, they are my men and my trusted friends". Several of the commandos look down to the floor in shame.

The droid cocks it's head to one side in confusion, acting as human as a droid could.

"...Lafiël? There is no 'Lafiël' in my programming. You are my protectee...Count Rafiel. You are in shackles, how can you call these organisims around your...'friends'?" The Dragon Droid asks, it's voice mimicing confusion.

"I see...malfunction. Come here, I will try to fix you out". The Count approaches the droid and begin to reprogram it, however the droid system was too intrincate even for him, so he just turn it off..."Sergeant, I have a favor to ask.."

"Yes, Sire, tell me"

"Send a pair of tecnicians to repair that droid, he needs reprogramming"

"Ok, I´ll do it"

"Now let´s go...that dropship is waiting for us"

"Count, wh..." The droid started before his crimson eyes faded to black.

Before the Dragon Droid's eyes faded completely, it saw Rafiel leaving in shackles.

"Not...'friend'...Rafiel...wait..." It mumbled after him.

most of the Trasians have left for another war but 100 TSD troopers remain beacuse of cold weather.

at Convoy 4 of 6.

corporal:Ok now try it again

another Corporal turns the key's. it still won't start

Corporal 2:i think that you should try to flush the system of ice

Corporal:And I thought that major Danas was annoying. You should seriously concider officers Training!

Corporal 2: i Think we should also check the gas.

Corporal:LOOK ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME ANGRY? THE GOSH DARNED ENGINE WON'T START BEACUSE THE GD ENGINE IS FROZEN SOLID!

Corporal 2:Hey! relax! i am just trying to be helpful.

corporal:You want to be helpful? then go find some anti-freeze DON'T JUST STAND THERE MAKING IDIOTIC COMMENTS!

the Second corporal get's the hint and goes to the rear of the convoy

A small group of rebels sneaks to near the stalled convoy. Five grenades are thrown, while the others fire at the unsuspecting troops. The rebels then disappear as quickly as they came.

"Excuse me, officers... but I have a question... What the hell are you doing?"

The soldiers turns their heads to the direction of the strange voice. its coming from a tall (almost 2,10 m height) really muscular foreigner. He dress in a large, blue cloak, with his face wraped in a hood, and his hands looks human, but bigger and with large nails growing from his fingersn similar to claws. He carries a special ammo belt in his waist and a powerful vulcan cannon in his back. In both of his wrist he carries a hyperspeed nailgun, completely visible for the guards who are trying to take Rafiel.

"I know that this man may looks like some kind of vile creature... but when you get in touch with him... you realized that he really is a scumbag... a honorable and trusting scumbag... isn't it, Raf?" his last words sounds like some kind of strange bark. Then, he remove his hood, showing a canine face with deep purple eyes. He looks at the Shadow Elf noble, giving him a friendly smile.

"So... any of you gentlemen would explain me what's happen here, because I don't think this guy deserves the destiny you want to give him... the stars seems to have something bigger for him... or at least that what my mom use to say... ne?"

OOC: He looks like a interestellar version fo him:
http://www.jasms.de/anime/darkstalkers/garon03.jpg

losses to rebels.

3 trucks

40 Troopers

"Oh no, this Lupine guy again...you´re a pain in the a...neck you know?" says Rafiel to the newcomer. (The commandos are trying to raise their rifles). "What are you doing here?, the last time I saw you...you were trying to free some slaves in the Drow salt mines...far away from here"

800 yards from the perimeter of the rebel's primary base establishment, a thin tube of metal slowly, so very slowly, emerges from underneath a large leaf, pointing towards a sentry position on the gates along the perimeter. As the tube sticks farther out, the soft glimmer of a scope attached to the top of it can be seen, making it rather clear that this tube is the barrel of Lt. Figaro's Steyr Scout rifle.

Figaro counts the distance between himself and the sentry positions using his thumbnail, and estimates roughly 760 yards. He clicks a knob on the side of his scope several times to accomodate for the distance. After taking his fingers off the knob, he spreads the fingers out on his right hand and then clenches a fist, simultaneously cracking the knuckle on each finger and thumb. He takes hold of the rifle grip and peers through his nightvision scope, nonchalantly staring at the patrols moving about the perimeter, clearly having no idea as to how close they are to death.

Behind him, the members of SOLDAT team 7 are fitting themselves into ghillie suits and covering their guns in brush camoflauge while SOLDAT Team 6 slowly moves to another position from which they'll make their advance. The Captain affixes a sound suppressor to his M4A1 and begins to crouch down.

Figaro rolls the cigarette between his lips as he slides his lower jaw back and forth, casually keeping the crosshairs of his rifle centered on the green sillohuette as the patrolling guard makes his rounds along the grassy fields outside the rebel establishment. His index finger mockingly taps against the trigger, satisfying his little form of entertainment as he mockingly kills this unsuspecting rebel again and again. He opens his other eye and stares at the scene unscoped, plotting out the sequence of shots he's going to fire at each rebel in case the SOLDATs get noticed or something goes wrong.

The Captain pats him on the shoulder as the heavily camoflauged SOLDAT Team 7 drops to their stomachs and begin to move out into the field, painfully slowly but with painful precision. Lieutenant Thurfer tweaks his infa-red goggles, scanning the field for motion sensor or mine devices as the SOLDATs inch forward little by little while SOLDAT Team 6 begins to do the same 140 yards to the east.

Figaro softly begins to breathe to the tune of "I am a rock" as he loosens his grip on the shaft of the rifle, using his index finger to scratch the back of his thumb. He pulls his ghillie suit hood closer over his forehead, then leans his head back behind the scope of the rifle and watches as the SOLDATs sneak into the compound, rolling his cigarette around between his lips again.
"Thankfully" he thinks, "military R&D was thoughtful enough to invent a cigarette that burns without the tip giving off light. They must've been riflemen."

He unsafes his rifle and starts to breathe very slowly, keeping his aim steady in case he's put into a position where he has to kill tonight.

Transmition from Luporum

We are most sorry to hear that our long time ally -and the only sane one- is now in this situation. Unfortunatly, we are well out of range for transfering help of any kind. We only hope that the great nation of Cybertopia emerges from this conflict unscathed.

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Validus Fuscus Fenarius
Emperor of Consociatum Imperium Luporum

Seachlights sweep the permeter of the rebel base, and windows are boarded up with various pieces of metal and plastic. Up in his post in a wooden tower, a rebel fingers the machine gun set before him.

"Man, nothin' gonna happen, why we out here? Iz cold." He remarks to the one next to him tiredly.

"Shut it, 'k? We're ina war, fool." His companion responds and takes another long drag on his cigarette.

"Hey! Johnson! You hear that?" A man in the next post over yells.

"Hear what, fool? Iz nothin' but the wind."

"Yeah, right. I swear, them Japanese are out there! I hear them, I hear them!"

"Yo, he might really hear somethin'. You know Greg's got the best ears."

"Yeah, I 'posse the fool might be right. Hey, Rodriquez, go check that sound out!"

"'K, man!" A man on the ground yells up, and takes off in a jog towards the position of the Clivehelm men.

These men are obviously not native to Cyberutopia.

Luporum: "Thank you for your support, Luporum. Be assured, we will make it though this."

Off te Coast of Cyberutopia Several Large Transport Vessles are seen after an hour they depart and the Rebels who saw them loose interest nowever hadthey remained they would have seen a small army of dive equipt commandos emergy from the water these 200 commandos quickly secured the beach and contactacted their ships notifying them that the Beachhead was secured

The Transport vessles unloaded all the 10,000 soldiers in just over 30 minutes and departed the area while the soldiers began setting up a base camp. The TOC was the first location set up and using their communications they notified cyberutopia the Viking Forces were in country and ready to assist werever needed

Even before the Toc was set up the 200 Commandos were already gone having broke down into teams of 10 and headed off to secure their objectives

Ok, nice to know you're here, Viking People forces. You are free to search and destroy any rebel targets you deem nesseccary. Be aware that the Xha, Qui, and Kyoto districts are free fire zones.

As Undercommander Thorsson entered the tent the Commander was already busy planning troop movements and setting objectives so he waited till a break to give his message

"Commander 1st group is all acounted for and ready to engage the enemy"

Commander Kveldulf nodded and ordered the Subcommander to take his group to seek and destroy all enemy forces and logistics in the Xha region and the undercommander was leaving Commander Kveldulf said "Oh, one more thing try to keep civilian casualties to a reasonable level"

Undercommander Thorsson and his men were moving out within 10 minutes of the orders being issued and the scouts were already ahead of them keeping in contact with their undercommander every 30 minutes unless there was something to report

"At the moment, the Xha district might not be the best choice. That is the port district, and where a missile cause our own troops to turn against us. I don't mean to be placing myself above you, but to be honest, our weapons would cut you to shreads. If you insist on going into the Xha district, we will have some of our own troops accompany you while we carry out...more secretive objectives in Xha."

Commander Kveldulf recieved the warning and thanked Cyberutopia for the valuable Intel. After Consulting the battle Map he Radioed to Undercommander Thorsson and ordered him to redirect the attack against the Qui district and avoid confrontations with the Cyberutopia forces who defected unless it was absolutely necessary

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Lieutenant Figaro is caught by a sudden, mild sense of alarm seeing a rebel sentry take notice of the nearly inaudible noise and approach SOLDAT 7's position. Very slowly, he moves his left hand to his helmet and taps the visor, then holds out his thumb and index finger. His spotter nods silently in accordance, then begins tapping out a morse code message to the Captain out in the field.

Captain Charon immediately narrows his eyes to a glare as he feels a pattern of vibrations coming from the codec on his ear warning him of an incoming hostile. He uncovers his face slightly from the hood of the ghillie suit to look at the incoming hostiles, unsafing his M4A1 and tapping out a warning to SOLDAT Team 6, positioned and advancing 45 yards to the east. He lowers his hood again and completely halts all body movement and breathing, leaving himself as looking like nothing but an awkward pile of brush in a large, grassy field. From the front of this brush emerges the tip of the sound and flash suppressor affixed to the end of his M4, aiming at the sentries as they approach. The rest of SOLDAT 7 follows suit.

[i]SOLDAT Team 6's Captain Gerold furrows his brow slightly from his position in the field as he stares at two of the rebel sentries approaching the SOLDAT 7 Team, thumbing the grip of his rifle quietly underneath his ghillie suit. A rear entry point sits just 15 yards away from him and his team, but he can't just leave the others behind. He taps out a message to the SOLDAT 6 sniper, Lt. Bryant, instructing him to take aim at the spotlight, and if it looks like the rebels are going to find the SOLDATs, to shoot out the spotlight to cover Figaro's sniper kills and buy some time before the whole place freaks out.

With a new plan in place, all that's left is to sit and wait, hoping hell doesn't break loose this early.

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OOC: Is that a Wookie?...looks like a muddy and dirty wookie to me :lol:

OOC: Is that a Wookie?...looks like a muddy and dirty wookie to me :lol:
OOC: That would be a ghillie suit. It's the best camoflauge you could possibly ask for, but it's very cumbersome

Rodriquez stumbles around in the darkness, looking for the source of the sound so he can get back to the light where it was safe. He tripped over rocks and a bush several times, swearing all the way.

"Man, there ain't nothin' out here, dude!" He yells back.

"Whatever, fool, just get your ass back here." Comes the answer.

"Yeah, wha'ever yourself, mother----er." He mumbles.

"What was that?!"

"Ah...nothin', man."

"'S what I thought."

The sentry retreats back of the spotlight, and lights up another cig.

"Yeah...something like that, Raf. It didn't go well... so now I'm here trying to get some money from this civil war. You know me, my friend I can smell money even in the other side of the galaxy" said the lupine smiling briefly to the snadow elve. Inmediatly after that he raises his claw and points the main officer.
"Now... you there, mister officer.. are you really willing to arrest this man..." he disappears and sunddenly appears in front of the guard, holding him over his head by the neck "... or maybe you would like to see how good I am when I work" He raises his nailgun and aims at the other soldiers with it...

One of the guards tries to make a feint move. The lupine mercenary shoots him inmediatly at the sholuder, making him fall to the ground, bleeding and almost dead... the others try to move as well, but the were-wolf raise his gun again, aiming at them...
"No, no, no... i don't think you really want to mess up with Erick Balsat from the planet K9-01... Also know as Blast, the Moon Banisher" he says in a matter-of-fact tone. "Wanna know why people call me like that?... easy... my first mission as a mercenary was to destroy a Military moon from the Melkorian Empire. My client give me a week... I made it in two days..." says the Lupine mercenary with some pride in his voice.

The Trasians patrol around the forests and search for any rebels

One of the commandos raises his Shadow bolt rifle, aiming at the chest of the Lupine, but Rafiel strikes his throat with the back of his hand before he could open fire, and the elf falls inconscious.

After a short fight, Rafiël and the lupine stands side by side, the six Shadow Weaver commandos lying in the floor...

Rafiël scratches the back of his neck, and says to his new partner "I'm in big troubles now, y' know?...help me to hide this bodies", he picks some weapons and equipment from the fallen officer. "Now I'm a rogue...I resisted arrest. Well...it should be fate, anyway. Come on Blast, I need your help, some rebels want a kick on their a...heads, and a lady needs protection"

The Viking soldiers recieved their scout report of a small enemy position up ahead. The quickly spread out and formed their battle teams preparing to envelop the rebel outpost the stealthily moved foreward with their recon teams sending them all updates over the tac net as they moved closer the flank battle teams moved foreward while the center battle teams held back to exploit an opening once the rebels were engaged

the first battle teams saw the ennemy and halted for 2 minutes to allow other teams to get into position then when the signal was given over the Tac Net the silence was shattered by sounds of explosions and automatic weapons fire

OOC don't know if anyone is playing the rebels if no one is I guess I'll write the battle results later

((I am playing the rebels for the most part.))

The rebels had been watching the VP forces, and had waited for just the right moment. When the VP men were just about to fire, the rebel forces opened up on them. The ratatat of machine gun fire echoed though the forest, but the rebels had been surrounded and they were fighting a losing battle. But these were total fanatics, and would fight to the grave. And then some.

Just as the fire signal was given the rebels opened fire several viking soldiers were killed in the first barrage and many more in the few seconds of confusion that followed however their training took over and they began to slowly advance the snipers were well positioned to as soon as a machine gun emplacement was spotted the gunners were taken out immediately after a fierce battle the vikings had killed all the rebels. They then collected up their dead to send home and began treating the wounded while the soldiers who were still unscathed collected up weapons and ammo from their dead and the rebels.

Ok, you would have gotten:

3 medium machine guns
7 CAR-305s
3 M16 A3s
5 MP5s
Various grenades and other munitions

OOC: Bump. Cyber, what's my role here ? (TM me)
IC:

The numerous patrol groups had been searching the entire coastline for days now but there was no sign of significant smuggling attempts. Aside from the random attempt by some rebel soldier or another to hit a patrol boat with a mortar (which soon resulted in the saturation of the origin point with rockets and/or missiles) there was little to show for the war raging inland.

Rafiel and his lupine friend, Blast, were heading to the rebels head quarters. The shadow elf knew that this was going to be his last mission...he was a capable warrior, with many skills and resources at his disposal, including the brute firepower of the wolf mercenary. But they weren't an army, and they were heading to the heart of the rebels forces.

However, he has nothing more. His family were killed in the civil war, his father was imprisoned for high treason, his status of noble removed and all his properties confiscated. He couldn't even return to his homeland, because he was charged of high treason too. Now he was just a rogue, a lone wolf like his friend.

But his pride was too high. If he was going to die, he will die fighting. He touch the backpack in his back, full of dark napalm explosives...a last gift for the rebel leaders. He will be lucky if he could deliver it. That would be the revenge for Adam...and for Lafiel, he will do this for her, to revenge all Lafiel's friends who died at the rebels hands.

He checks his weapons for the last time...he was armed to the teeth.

"ShadowBolt Rifle...loaded...safety off...ten magazines, scope ready"
"ShadowBolt twin hanguns...loaded...safety on...eight magazines"
"Dark napalm grenades...ready...twelve"
"Power armor on....kinetic shield activated"
"Ellosar cloak on...(buzzing sound then a crack!)...Alas, I knew it!, Why this always happens to me!"

The lupine laughed...and soon Rafiel joined him, scratching the back of his neck "Well, this isn't to be a stealth mission, so be my guest, Blast...this is more your kind of stuff"

The lupine raises his big vulcan cannon and steps forward...to the gates of the rebel base.

Slowly Angel stalked through the forest cloaked towards a rebel base. She was scoping it out for a bombing run by a HB Pulsar.

The APC behind the gates and the soldiers in front of it hoist their weapons towards the two powerful looking shapes before them. Spotlights shone brightly upon the two, illuminating them fully.

"They aren't one of our's! Blast 'em!" Called the APC commander, and the .50 caliber machine gun of the APC opened up on the two figures. It was soon joined by the heavy machine guns on the seachlight posts, and the troops in front fired wildly with their assault rifles.

((Oh, note that the rebel HQ is just a heavily fortified mansion. The gates are just those ornamental gates you find in front of houses.))

Angel activated her ocular implant and scaned the forest for rebels and spoted to heat signitures and slowly started walking towards them

The two heat sigs were two rebels taking a break from their patrol. They smoked and joked together, unaware of the cloaked figure approaching them.

Angel pulls out 2 knives and putts one in each hand. She suddenly jumps up and throws one knife at one rebel's spine and lands behind the other

Rafiel was prepared for that. He moved quickly, strafing to the left, out of the light. He points his rifle to the machine gun operator and put a ceramite bullet through his forehead, silencing the heavy weapon fire.

Blast stayed in the spolight radius, and opened fire against the machine gun emplacements with his vulcan cannon "Blast'em?, I will blast ya'!", hitting rebels and spotlights alike.

Angel quickly slits the other rebel's neck and pauses and hears gun fire. She quickly sheaths the knives and slings her rifle off of her sholder and runns forward to the fighting

Rafiel runs forward, heading for the APC shouting to the wolfman "Blast, cover me now!"...He puts his rifle in auto and fire against the door, trying to maintain a curtain to supress the rebels firepower.

The lupine nodded "What do ya' think I'm doin'?, Hurry, will ya'?"

He starts to reload the clip of the rifle on the run, but a pair of rebels charge to his location firing their AK-47. He throws his rifle to his back, fall to his knees and draws his twin pistols. He fires at the rebels, taking them down with some well placed shots.

"Now it's the tough job, the machine gun emplacements...", he takes a pair of black napalm grenades and throws them right behind the APC to give him additional cover from the constant fire of the rebel's defensive positions.

Each of the grenades explodes on contact, generating a huge wall of black fire behind the APC. Some rebels screamed as their bodies transformed into living torches. Finally Rafiel arrives to the door of the APC, at last reloading his rifle. and pointing to the door. They willl come out, I'm sure

Clivehim: As the crates land at the rebel's feet, they are utterly confused. They remain confused until one of them is blown to bloody shreds by a grenade. Another falls to one knee, ready for anything, but is pitched backwards from a half-dozen bullets inpacting into his chest, a few blasting out of his back, one shattering his spine. The other stand in a blind stupor for a few seconds as they are enveloped by smoke, before two more are killed by the silent death from the black of the forest. The others suddenly regain awareness of their situation, and fill the forest's edge with automatic weapons fire.

At Cyberutopian Military HQ

"Sir, there is a report of sudden firefight near the Utako Woods."

"Hmmm, do a flyby, then send in a pair of recon jeeps. I wonder what's going on out there."

"Yes, sir."

Belem: "Are they in position?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Begin the killing-phase"

"Yes, sir."

In the room, poison-tipped spines jab from the chairs into the backs of the seated Belem agents. Tiny holes open in the walls, and spikes shoot from the holes, propelled by compressed gas, filling the room with lethal steel spikes. After the spikes are finished shooting, troops flood the room, and floodlights fill the room with stark white light. The troops check for any signs of life in the agents.

Five of the Inquisitors dive to the ground and pull out uzis as the other are ripped to shreads with the spikes.

When the doors open they begin firing on the incoming troops.

A task force begins to converge on a Rebel-held port city. The ships seem to be the heaviest-hitters that WA can assemble on-scene...several SBVs and HBCs, each model bristling with the long barrels of their cannons, can be seen moving onward in formation.

FD Destroyers provide a heavy escourt as do the handful of missile boats that scout far ahead for enemy vessels.

Operation: Clean Slate has been approved by Cyberutopian officials...and it is now ready to begin.

Angel slowly reaches the gate of the rebel base and hides in the shadows as she watches the firefight unfold. She unslings her rifle and aims for a sniper and fires one shot at his head.

((It's a explosive round to let you know))

One of the machine gun posts explodes in a spout of flame from Angel's shot. The man she was aiming for explodes into small bits, dousing the ground below with blood. Another man is sent lurching off the post, to land with a crack on the ground. A previously unseen rocket launcher swivels towards Rafiel's position and begins to spit rockets at him. The APC explodes and rolls onto it's side from the blasts. More men come out of the front of the mansion, and as they kneel and open fire, a fearsome looking suit of power armor walks out of the dim lighting of the mansion. The armored troop hoists his rail gun and fires a shot right at Blast.

((Will do the rest later))

Rafiel sees the APC wreathed in flames..."Damn it...my whole plan ruined...It's time for plan B. I could use that rocket launcher".

He runs forward until he reaches the rebel armed with the rocket launcher, putting a bullet in his throat, then picking up the weapon and the spare rockets.

He covers behind the destroyed APC, unable to shoot back because the constant firing of the rebel's reinforcements. "I hope the black fire curtain can stop that power armor suit", Rafiel says, reloading the rocket launcher

The rail gun beam almost hits Blast, the lupine barely dodged it with a powerful jump...but now his vulcan cannon were destroyed, and all the right side of his chest was torn apart by the beam. "Ya' know, that's hurts" shouts the lupine to the power armor suit, "I will teach ya' how to torn apart things", and charges the mech, ready to fight against it with claws and teeth alone.

((Even though that rocket launcher was in a turret, I'll let it go, due to lack of detail on my part. Plus, you can attribute the ripping of the launcher from the turret to the low-grade equipment the rebels have, and perhaps increased strength due to the surge of adrenaline that accompanies a battle.))

The power suitted rebel activates the vibroblade of his armor, and it springs forth from an arm socket, extending to it's full length of 3 1/2 feet. The rebel gives a roar and charges the lupine, slashing at Blast's chest and neck repeatedly.

At the "Kill House"

A flashbang is thrown into the room, and the soldiers charge further in. One of the soldiers takes several bullets in the chest. He falls to the ground, clutching his wounds. The other troops swing their carbines towards the surviving Belem agents, and open fire on them.

In the Xha District

"Sir, we've got a mass of WA ships on the radar!" A junior radar officer yells.

'Well, what are you waiting for! Blast them, they are the allies of Cyberutopia's government!" A colonel answers him.

The port defense missile turrets and rail cannons open up on the advance force, and several WA-made FD Destroyers speed out of the port.

Angel smiled and fired another round at a rebel tower and then slaps a 10cm ropund into the berrel and cocks it.

((another explosive))

In the Xha District

Finally coming into range, the 16in, 6in, and 5in guns begin to fire. Automated targeting systems identify each radar station as it turns on and fire is directed at the ports. The MTHEL II-equipped FD Destroyers begin to target and destroy each shell as it comes in, igniting the high explosive charges.

The numerous incoming missiles are left to the Sea Sparrow and Millennium gun stations....which do well against most of the missiles. While a few of the missiles strike the SBVs, the thick armoring saves the crews from death or serious injury. One of the shells strikes an escourt destroyer amidships, smashing into the outrigger on one side but causing little damage to the real structure of the ship.

Another shell lands towards the rear of another ship, effectively disabling the rear half of the helicopter pad and sending shrapnel flying across the deck and urging engineers to run for cover.

The return fire is less forgiving as a flight of 4 F/A-18IE Super Hornets swoop down over the fleet, letting loose a barrage of Harpoon missiles and laser-guided 500lb bombs against the approaching enemy ships. The big guns on the ships begin to fire as land-attack standard missiles are launched from the Fast Attack Missile Boats against the rail gun sites, located with fire-finder counterbattery radars aboard each vessel.

Arriving from up the coast, two flights of UA-47 UCAVs arm their HARM and 500lb bombs, the computer AI processing the reports of target sites.

Several UCAVs rise from a pad near the rear of the port, arming their missiles and trying to gain targeting locks on the hornets. 3 batteries are ripped apart by the missiles of the fast attack boats. One of the FD Destroyers is hit near the engines by the shells, and halts it's movement. The others, however, activate their anti-missile laser batteries, and intercept the other missiles and bombs.

At the Rebel Base

Another tower is hit, but doesn't fall right away, and the machine gunner on top sprays a blast of bullets in the direction from where the shell came from.

Angel takes a bullet in the arm and another in her left leg as she dodges the rounds. Now blood sweeping on to her cloak she starts to bandage up the wounds.

((I will take control over Blast. Orochi give me permission in a TG))

Blast charges forward, passing through the wall of black napalm. When he emerges from the other side, his fur was burned, leaving just a few straps of hair in his body. He drops to all four, and jumps to the control cabin of the power armor suit..."Ya' dare to challenge Blast?, the moon destroyer?, I'll teach ya' some respect!"

Rafiel sees his partner runs and shouts "Blast!...No!. You going to get yourself killed!" Well, Why are we here?, we're going to die anyway, better to die as a hero than as a coward.

He jumps over the APC, trying to pass the wall of fire.

He lands on the other side, with the flames devouring his cloak. His hair was gone, his helmet scorched. He couldn't open his right eye, and his polymer gloves were melting. He removed his helmet, now useless. He was badly burned, his skin unable to withstand the flames like the thick fur of his partner.

His strong, merciless training and his natural combat reflexes impulsed him to avoid losing his conscience. Then he begins to fire again to the rebel's reinforcements. At least his weapons were still working It's a miracle that the explosives didn't went off when I crossed that firewall. At least I have some good luck

Angel now abit weak lies down and takes aim with her rifle and fires a 10cm round a turet.

((Will you notice that?))

((Uh, that last part was really vauge, Phalanix. What did you fire at?))

Rebel positions explode all around the mansion, sending men and various parts of men all around. Most of the men fire at Rafiel as well as they can under a full rocket attack, while others seek better cover. The armored rebel closes further on the lupine, drawing back his blade for a devestating slash.

((Just say some sorry rebel impludes or something))
Angel satisfyed with her shots starts working on her arm and leg wounds

((Oh, ok. :twisted: ))

An unlucky rebel sucumbs to Angel's fire, his face imploding and coming out the back end of his skull, followed by bits of gray matter and chunks of skull. He falls to the ground in a steadily spearding pool of blood.

((SWEET! Angel is getting lonely))

Angel opens a pouch on her side and pulls out some bandages and begens patching up her arm

((Lol, blame my amazing talent for violence on CnC fan fics. :twisted: How would I go about remeding Angel's loneliness?))

((Well 2 ways. Rebels or a hot guy))

Blast dodges the slash that could cut him in two, and climbed the suit. Suddenly one bullet hitted him in his leg, breaking the bone and tearing the flesh apart, then another in his arm, another in his shoulder, another in his belly. He didn't feel any pain anyway, he just can't let the pain ravage his body, not yet.

Rafiel empties the rocket launcher and throws it away, relying again in his ShadowBolt Rifle.

Then he sees Blast, hitted by many shots, and feel the awen rising inside his head "NO!, he won't die yet". His only eye left turns red, and his hands regains their former strength.

He advances through the mansion's garden, firing like a madman at anything that moves. switching to his guns when the rifle's ammo go out. A strange shadow appears in his back, and his muscles grows. Now he was truly a incarnation of Fingolfin his ancestor, riding fearsome and fearless to his certain death.

((Hmm...got to go with the hot guy. Or maybe a hot rebel...nah. :lol: ))

A dark form bursts though the brush near where Angel was sniping, and collapsed about 5 feet from her. Though the night, she could make out a handsome figure, perhaps about 20, clad in body armor and clasping a rifle like it was his lifeline. Crimson stained the front of his vest, glisting in the moonlight.

Angel turned around and starteed to limp to the figure and looked down at him. Still holding her rilfe she pointed it at his face.

The man quivered in fear.

"Just my luck, more rebels. Don't hurt me, please!" He mumbled.

All the rebels halt shooting for a vital second, giving Blast a short respite, and stare at the fearsome thing that Rafiel has become. They instantly regain composure, and redirect their fire towards Rafiel, thinking the armored rebel can handle Blast.

"What in the hell are you talking about. Do I look big dumb and stupid?" Angel says

"I'm sorry! Just don't kill me!" He coughs out, followed by a small portion of blood.

((Hot guy covered in blood ok?))

The bullets bounced from the kinetic shield formed around Rafiel. Finally he drop his weapons and draws his energy sword. The blue energy blade glowed in the night. "You will meet death soon, run now, o die, No one willl stop me!". He runs forward, parrying the bullets thanks to his sword and his heightened senses, slashing at the rebels who didn't flee from his charge.

Several rebels were hacked to pieces by Rafiel, others got to a more protected spot and resumed firing, and others hurled themeselves upon the Shadow Elf with knives in their hands. More and more rebels seemed to pour out of the mansion, a neverending stream of fanatics, willing to give anything for their leader. Torrents of bullets pelted Blast and Rafiel from all directions.

Angel tosses the man a bandage and finshes tieing the one on her leg. "Claen your self up and don't mistake me for those thick skulled morons."

"S - s - sorry." He stammers, fixing up his wound. "I'm just a little shaken. I hit a trip wire to a shrapnel mine. You don't look like a Cyberutopian soldier. Are you a Phalaxian troop?" He asks, noting the patch of the RS on her shoulder.

"No," Angel says as she relaods her rifle "I'm not even from Phalanix."

At the "Kill House"

A flashbang is thrown into the room, and the soldiers charge further in. One of the soldiers takes several bullets in the chest. He falls to the ground, clutching his wounds. The other troops swing their carbines towards the surviving Belem agents, and open fire on them.


the 5 Inquisitors continue firing as they are each picked off one by one. one of them manages to hit his emergency distress button which sends a encrypted message back to command.

"Now who are you?" Angel asks

Blast tore apart the cabin of the power suit armor, but he was mortally wounded. He grabbed the rebel's head with his huge claw and crushed his skull under his claws. "Now I can rest, my job is done...I ho...hope that Raf can..." He destroyed the controls of the machine, and sets the core to self destruct, then his hand rested still.

Rafiel didn't saw his friend die, his anger was too blinding. He advanced through the enemy lines. Hundreds of bullets were deflected by his shield, others parried by his energy sword. He slashed at the rebels, decapitating the first one, then stabbing another one under the chin, spilling out the guts of the third and cutting in half the last one.

He transformed into a whirlwind of death, bathing himself in the blood of the fallen rebels, and slowly opening a path to the door of the mansion. "Persistent fools, you can't stop me, nobody can't stop an Aelosian Berserker!. I mastered fencing before you born!"

Suddenly he felt a bullet hitting him in the chest...then another... and another...the kinetic shield had turned off. Now he was almost defenseless against the rebel shooting.

A bullet tore apart his left lung, then his liver and his right tight. The power armor couldn't deflect the shots at point blank. He realized he was mortally wounded, and that only his iron will was keeping him fighting...not even the powers of the mighty Khaine could save him now. Just a few steps more...I'm almost there...just...one...last...effort

He charged again, weak due the heavy blood loss, but he could still fight. He pushed away the last rebels between him and the door, and tore the door apart with his sword. Khaine, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, and why we died. What matters is that today two stood against many. Valor pleases you, so grant me this, grant me revenge!

He makes his last effort, deflecting with his sword the last shots of the rebels, but when he turned around two more shots hitted him in the back, almost dropping him to the floor, and making him lose his sword. But he still had some strength left, and ran through a hallway, finally opening the door of a small room inside the mansion.

Then he dropped in a corner...in a puddle of his own blood. His hands started to tremble, and his wounded lungs didn't give him the air he was needing. His heart was beating slowly, almost stopping. He took out his backpack and pulled out the detonator from his pocket.

He heard the hurried steps of the rebels coming for him outside the room. He turned on the switch and pressed the red button. With his last breath he said "Come for me, wrecthed scum. I have a gift for you".

Then he saw Lafiël in front of him, her eyes staring at him, her beatiful, pure eyes, filled with tears caused by the horrors of war. He remembered her first words for him "Are you alright?. You certainly aren't what I expected". No, Lafiël, I wasn't what you expected. I wasn't enough...Thank you for giving a meaning to my life...and to give me a good reason to die for

When the first rebel entered the room, he was already dead, and his finger stopped pushing the detonator's button...

Lafiël jolted, as if from an electric shock, in the Warthog as she, Nova and Cyrus sped towards the spaceport. Her hand moved slowly to her heart, touching it lightly, and she knew Rafiel was gone.

A bunch of rebels pile into the room and they all focused on the red button that had just been released. They looked at it in a stupor, and as it exploded, shredding the rebels and blowing the front of the house out. The rebel leader approached the ashes of Rafiel's incinerated body. He let out a cracked, sinister laugh at the sight, and went back to plotting Cyberutopia's demise.

At Cyberutopian Military HQ

"Sir, encrypted transmission sent from the Kill House. It's not ours."

"Well, start decrypting it. I'll bet that one of the Belem agents snapped it off before he died."

Angel's Position

"You know, we aren't stupid like the rebels are. Cyberutopian troops are educated on all the technology of the other nations, enemy and allied. As for who I am, I am Private First Class Seigfried Hysurigi." The soldier said, patching up his wound.

"Well then PCF show a captin some respect," Angel says "Especaly a NP RE/RS."

((Yes she is part of 2 elite units))

"Yes ma'am." The troop says, kneeling beside her. "So...this is the rebel base." He starts before the front of the house is blown off.

"Woah!" He says quietly and nearly falls over from the concussion wave.

Angel just stands there almost not moved. "If I could have gotten in there all hell would have broken lose," Angel says

"So Private why the hell are you out here?" Angel asks

"I bet it would have, ma'am." Seigfried said with a grin. "There's still a ton of rebels in there, I bet."

"Most are gona die if I can get in there. But my mission is now comprimsed thanks to you," Angel says

"What the hell did I do? And I'm out here because I was seperated from my platoon."

"You found me you comprimised my mission. And now I've got to baby sit you," Angel says

Seigfried frowns. "I can take care of myself. Go ahead, slaughter them."

The Remaining Trasian Convoy Goes to a Emergancy base camp that survivors from other Convoy's that where attacked where set up.

OOC:the rest where destroyed by rebel forces

Trasian Officer:Commander? the rebels are everywhere, they have overrun our MainBase and we are running out of Manpower adn ammo

Trasian CommanderTHe TSD high command has been informed of our Probelms.they said to Stand our ground until reinforcements and Supply's arrive, inother words we are sitting ducks until reinforcments come.

Officer:I will try and reinforce our weakest flanks sir!

Commander:see that you do

"No my mission states that in the event of a wounded ally stumbling in you must protect he or she from any danger what so ever," Angel says "And if I disobey my order's I could be killed." She walks over to Yei and offers him her hand

Seigfried takes the hand and hoists himself up. He frowns at her.

"That's a bullsh-t rule. Well, I'm very sorry for compromising your mission. I hope you can forgive me." He says, excuting a bow, though it felt like his chest was on fire.

Angel sighs and looks him over Kinda cute. If he likes me maybe I'll go for him.

Yei grimaces and sits himself down.

"Well, if we're going to be spending some time together, perhaps we should get to know each other." He says with the best smile he could muster.

'Hmm...she's very pretty. Maybe this wasn't bad luck after all...' He thinks.

"You can start," Angel says as she sits down

Seigfried nods and begins, "Well...I'm 22 at the moment. I grew up in this district, in this very neighborhood, actually. I'm about a quarter elf, and my mother is half elf. It was very odd for her to live in a place like this, but we made it along fine. When I was 18, I took my military training, and decided to start to train in driving after my 2 years of service. I had almost finished specializing in offensive and defensive driving before this war broke out, and I was called into action. I'm still not sure what I want to do with my life, but I've started working towards becoming a bodyguard. But enough about me...what about you?"

He smiled a brushed a lick of black hair out of his face.

"Well I'm 21 I'm a navy Captin and a RS Lt. I took military training at age 5. I also a master in Psychokinesis and Telekinesis. My mother I never knew and my father is a Navy Admeral on the High Council. I used to live in the city of Nightfire befor the war broke out and it was nuked," Angel says

"Well, that's a helluva lot more interesting than my life." He laughed, but became more somber quickly. "I'm sorry to hear that your homecity was made into a crater. I had heard of Nightfire. It sounded interesting, but I'll never get to see it now. At least I can be reassured that the people of Nightfire were certainly worth it, heh."

"......You are very lucky right now," Angel says
I hate it when people bring up Nightfire

The buzzing sound of the assault bikes and the Raven Gravtanks break the silence of the night near the former rebel HQ. Several commandos of the Aelosians honor guard took positions alongside the nearby buildings.
The Borgirian infantry was forming behind the tanks, ready to assault the position. Several Wolfheads of the Orochi elite forces towered over the Borgirians, preparing their claws and teeth to meet their foes.

In front of the armor column, the captain of the Aelosian Navy was commanding the operation, he was shouting orders to the WarWalkers on the rear of the column. We will bring peace to your soul, Rafiel, you didn't die in vain, we will revenge your death. "Move NOW!. I want that building taken. Retrieve my cousin's corpse and level this block. I don't want any captives, shoot to kill!."

Several Heavy Assault tanks roll from behind the mansion, their twin barrels gleaming evily in the moon light. On their flanks are small groups of aCMBTvr's, the main battle tank of Cyberutopia, but slightly modifed by the rebels. The tanks charge forward, rushing to meet battle head on. They fire rapidly as they go with APDS rounds, whislting though the air. Masses of rebel troops toting everything from old assault rifles to assault shotguns to rocket launchers. They prepare for the assured;y deadly battle ahead.

"Get down!" Angel says as she quickly getts on the ground and watches as bullets fly overhead

The Trasian TSD army is lossing this war, once there was over 400,000, now ther is only 142 left,THe TSD commander looks over his Troopers in the Tunnels they created and he nods to himself

TSD commander:Tonights gonna be hell

((Yei is such and ugly name, but I couldn't think of anything else. Suggestions?))

Seigfreid dives to the ground next to Angel, and instantly curses the action as the wound on his chest sends a jolt of pain though him.

"Let's get out of here!" He yells over the gunfire and roar of cannons.

"Lets go and if we make it out of this. I could kiss you," Angel says

((Seigfried))

((Thank you, will change.))

Seigfried began to move out of the line of fire, but stopped when Angel stopped talking. He looked at her from his crouched position.

"What?" He said incedulously.

'My...she is beautiful even when bullets are whistling around her.' He thought, slightly amused.

Angel hurles a grenade over into some rebel troops blowing them apart and runns to the hole in the ground made "Come on!"

"Right!" He calls back, running after her into the hole. "You lead, ok? I can cover for us."

"Fine," Angel says as she fires 3 more grenades and running donw to the first hole. "Almost there."

What's so far on the war, I might want to join.

It's a civil war, in case you didn't know. Most of our navy has been commandeered by defecting forces, and the rebels are fighting back an attack on their main HQ at the moment by Aelosian force. There are a lot more occurences, but those are the most recent.

Seigfried follows after Angel closely, laying down supressive fire and shredding any rebel unlucky enough to get caught in his hail of lead.

"Almost there," she says as she makes a mad dash for a old bunker

Seigfried winces as a bullet grazes his side, but he keeps moving. He moves as fast as he can in a half-sprint for the bunker, diving into it and landing on his unwounded side.

"Ok." He says, wiping sweat from his forehead. "We should be alright for a little while."

Angel walks over to Seigfried and kisses him on the lips and says "I said I could kiss you if we got out alive."

Seigfried returns the kiss, taking hold of her hands lightly and savoring the brief connection between them.

"Yeah..." He says dreamily.

'Wow...' He thinks to himself.

in the forests 14 TSD troopers run from a rebel ambush that wiped out 3/4 of their Patrol

Angel smiles and pulls out a pin from her hair and lets her blond hair fall down to it's full length. She again kisses Seigfried. "That was a extra."

((Just wondering, ST, did you get the italics for actions idea from me? Cause I'm the only one I know who used it before you did.))

The 14 troops run into a Cyberutopian patrol.

"Whoa...calm down there." The seargent in charge says calmly. "What happened?"

Seigfried nods at her and beams.

"You are so beautiful." He says as he grins, admiring her hair.

OOC:i just thought it up, i didn't know sombody else uses it.

The Trasians halt and look at eachother

Trooper:we where ambushed by a rebel Patrol or a Anti-TSD troop-reginment. we lost at least 75% of our Patrol and we are trying to get to the last TSD convoy that has fortifyed 2 KM away.

points in direction where they where running

"Thank you," Angel says

((Oh. Welcome to the club, then. You are the second member. :lol: ))

ST: "Come with us then, we'll escort you." The seargent says, and they form a protective ring around the TSD troops.

Phalanix:

"Well, if we make it out of this with all of our limbs still attached, would you like to go somewhere together, without bullets and rockets? I'm at the end of my service term." Seigfried asks her, a slightly nervous side to his voice.

the Trasians all look horrifyed at the Death at their leader in the ambush so they follow

"Sure. I can go MIA for a few months," Angel says with a smile across her face

"Don't worry, you'll be safe if you just stick near us." A random troop tells the Trasian soldiers.

Seigfried's smile reappears, reaching up high on his face.

"Then it's settled. No reason to die now." He says, gathering up some leftover ammo from the bunker.

Angel cocks her rifle one more time and says "Lets try and use stealth this time."

"Works for me." Seigfried agrees, leading the way out of the back of the bunker, leaving the carnage of the battle behind. "The battle should stay contained and in close quarters for a while, this forest makes it hard to spread out, but...it's excellent for a couple of soldiers to sneak away."

"Then lest move," Angel says as she starts to run

Seigfried starts to jog, weaving a percarious path though the maze of trees.

One of the TSD troopers talk to another Trooper

Trooper A:We are lossing to these rebels i heard, Command thinks that we will only last 2 more months of this Tourture

Trooper B:yeah i know, last time i was out here about 2 weeks ago the first Group of TSD troopers they killed where heavily armed and they killed about 20 or 30 Troopers before we got the Tanks in the small town, i was there when the Carnage began.

Trooper A: I got here 5 days ago and i think that this place is like hell, there are TSD troopers dying everywhere around us and i think WE are next.

The seargent turns to a troop next to him. "As soon as we get these Trasians to safety, I want you to go and get real support for these guys. The whole deal."

((Wouldn't anyone wonder where Seig is?))

((They'd probably think he's dead. I'll have a few suprises later for him, though. :wink: ))

((Ok I'm out night))

((Night, same here.))

A paved road begins to show though the trees after about an hour and a half of weaving thugh the forest. Seigfried kneels, his body obscured by branches.

"I'm positive that's my platoon up there. Should we go up to them? It's up to you." He asks her in a whisper.